Master of Kaidan
Chapter 360 Wrestling Simulator

Chapter 360: Chapter 360 Wrestling Simulator

"The initial design concept of the first-generation Mecha was a large-scale full-cover exoskeleton. However, due to its enormous size, it could not adopt the mechanical transmission and electromagnetic assistance control mode of exoskeletons and had to use a dual-side feedback system.

"During the early trials, this led to severe coordination issues between the legs and cockpit balance. Even the most skilled pilots would lose balance and fall over whenever the speed reached 15km/h, which led to its nickname as the ’Mecha that only knows how to wrestle,’ until the advent of the pelvic shock absorption system that allowed the project to be restarted.

"Even so, the running speed of the first-generation Mecha was only thirty kilometers per hour, and it was incapable of performing complex maneuvers until the development of bionic artificial body technology, which barely led to the creation of the so-called Second Generation Mecha, just managing to avoid frequent falls.

"After that, using the Second Generation Mecha as a platform, by collecting driving data, the action modules were gradually standardized and streamlined to form the current integrated operating system, commonly referred to as OS. The small step that Mecha pilots now take is actually the most stable step concluded from tens of thousands of test pilots’ countless attempts."

Victor narrated the history of Mecha development, while Yelo pointed to a screen showing a Mecha constantly rolling on the ground and switching shields to dodge artillery attacks, looking puzzled,

"According to what you say, it’s normal for this Mecha not to be able to stand up at all?"

"Nonsense! Given the testing-use OS situation, even the pelvic shock absorbers are turned off! Consider it like walking on ten-ton stilts! If it could stand, I would suspect this livestream is freaking scripted!"

Victor, frowning deeply, stared intently at the screen, yet his attention was entirely on the split screen inside the cockpit.

George Augustus’s face was beaded with sweat, an occurrence not seen previously in the physical evasion of the Mecha capture.

"AI, increase bilateral feedback by three percentage points, decrease the flexibility of the left hand by one percent, increase the contraction rate of the third muscle bundle on the inner side of the left leg by two percent..."

[Understood.]

Adjustments flowed from Augustus’s mouth, and the on-board computer AI responded promptly; rows of code data were rapidly replaced, and the previously rolling and shield-dependent Mecha visibly began to maneuver more flexibly.

Although... it still hadn’t stood up.

"Purple Light’s reinforcements and the Red Banner Consortium’s troops are clashing, and Rhein Life has also been dragged in, but all three are moving towards the streamer. Looks like they intend to stir up the waters?"

Yelo, not familiar with the details, thought the constantly rolling footage looked bad and immediately switched to an aerial split screen, pointing out several nearby firefight regions for a "big picture" explanation. But he hadn’t spoken for long before Victor yanked him aside and scolded,

"Explain if you must, but don’t zoom in; you’re disturbing my learning of the technology! Fuck, didn’t you see these two Phantom Pains are about to die?"

"How can I tell?" Yelo immediately looked towards the main battlefield, only to see the seventh-generation Mecha still rolling on the ground, and he shook his head.

Victor sighed and pointed inside the cockpit at Augustus—

"Pay close attention to the screen in front of him, as well as the Machine’s weapon configuration. Also, did you notice that the Machine has started to occasionally squat down?"

"Are you calling that ’knee hugging and rolling’ a squat?"

Yelo glanced at the so-called squat, about to utter a taunt, but suddenly saw Augustus suddenly thrust his waist on the screen.

With this obvious bodily movement, the Machine that was knee-hugging and rolling suddenly straightened up.

The instant contraction of the Electromagnetic Muscle Bundle shot the Machine forward, and the two Phantom Pains, initially firing with a whack-a-mole mentality, were suddenly startled.

The two Machines almost simultaneously switched their main weapons to burst mode. However, as the 44mm cannon started to fire, twin cold lights burst forth. In the next moment, the chains of cannon bullets swept through the surrounding buildings like whips, and the two Phantom Pains were already downed.

"Slow down! Slow down!" Yelo yelled hoarsely, and the streaming platform’s staff timely executed the operation.

On a split-screen that was enlarged, the whole sequence was slowly dissected, and the image of the seventh-generation Machine suddenly leaping forward was played at one-tenth speed.

Under the scrutiny of countless viewers, the Machine "slowly" rocketed towards the two Phantom Pains in a "rocket header" posture, and at the same time, two metal clamps under its ribs suddenly burst open.

At the same time, the Machine tightened its back, tilting its upper body slightly upwards, and those two beams of cold light finally revealed their true nature to the audience—

"Throwing knives! They’re throwing knives! To aim by adjusting its limbs without a fire control system, what kind of immortal is this?"

Yelo’s eyes widened, uttering the same cry as countless "Battlefield Mecha" players. Although these are technically called "Anti-Tank Ejector Nails," players liked to call them "throwing knives." Actually, even in the game, they were intended for targeting tanks, and only in the hands of expert players for targeting helicopters in close combat, resembling the sudden ambush effect of a "bayonet burst."

Yet such a weapon, which might not even hit with a fire control system, had precisely hit the cockpits of two Machines based solely on bodily intuition. It was like firing two shots while bungee jumping and hitting a moving target twenty meters away.

"Double knee return rate decreased by fifteen percent... Really, with such a high rebound rate, no wonder it couldn’t stand." Augustus’s voice, bland yet slightly complaining, resonated in the stream, completely ignoring the fact that he had cranked the bilateral feedback up to five.

As this correction was written by the AI, the Machine, which had just arrived with its paint completely scraped off, finally staggered to its feet.

"Thank goodness the radar system is still functional, otherwise this really wouldn’t be playable." Augustus glanced at the on-board radar screen, muttering as he stepped forward. But just as he took that step, the Machine, which had barely stood up, stumbled and fell again.

"Fuck! I should’ve asked Constantin to bring a Shield of George!"

A curse echoed in the streaming room, but the two commentators made no response whatsoever. They simply waited silently, waiting for the squad of over twenty Mechas to enter the battlefield, anticipating this pilot who had already performed countless miracles to perform new astounding feats.