Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

A loud bang followed the shockwave, and the light gradually faded. Roy had already distanced himself, panting heavily as he clutched his left arm, which had been touching the grappling hook, his face grim.

Since acquiring the module, his combat power has recently inflated too much, reaching a point where he can even slightly surpass Pomanna. However, he forgot that he actually lacks any effective means of self-preservation. The Storm Knight's grappling hook attack was cunning and incredibly powerful, almost completely overturning Roy's impression of him from their previous encounter. If Roy hadn't reacted quickly, and if the Storm Knight hadn't given him the opportunity, he might not have even had time to touch the grappling hook, activate the [Stella!] module's effect, and destroy the Storm Knight's weapon!

Roy loosened his grip on the blood, wiped it away, and clicked his tongue. While his carelessness and underestimation of his opponent, and his surprise at the Storm Knight's sudden, deadly ambush, were undeniable factors, the fact remained that he had nearly been wiped out by that attack. Giving himself a wake-up call, Roy glanced at the Storm Knight in the distance, who had just taken a hit from the "Stella!" attack.

His situation was much worse than Roy's. The explosion had not only completely shattered the grappling hook he used for the sneak attack, but also completely destroyed the armor on his right arm, leaving only the inner protective layer, which was soaked in blood and almost completely dyed scarlet, making it impossible to see its original color.

If nothing unexpected happens, this explosion will likely cripple Storm Knight's arm.

Just as Roy breathed a slight sigh of relief, the next second, to his surprise, the Storm Knight seemed completely unconcerned about the shockingly large amount of blood flowing from the wound on his right arm. He stubbornly raised his right arm and, together with his left arm which had also extended its claw blades, charged at Roy for the second time!

"Something's wrong!"

This time, prepared, even with only one hand available, Roy steadily drew his sword and parried the grappling hook. At the same time, taking advantage of the brief moment of air attack created by the Storm Knight's attempt to forcefully break through the defense, he slashed at the knight's already breached right hand.

Without the armor to stop it, blood gushed out instantly, but what was truly astonishing was that even under these circumstances, the Storm Knight remained completely silent!

"You noticed it too?"

Roy's doubts were immediately answered. Marna, sword sheath in hand, performed a graceful backflip, landing behind Roy. Clutching his aching back, he forced a normal tone and said:

"After being knocked down, he immediately got up again. Even when seriously injured, he showed no fear. He attacked haphazardly without any strategy and did not cherish his life at all. He was willing to attack even if he was injured. This reminded me of some bad things."

Marner frowned, and the disgust in her tone deepened.

"The suicide squad of the Ursus Group Army."

Manna was not a war knight, but in his youth he had led a band of outlaws in a righteous uprising, participating in numerous conflicts and battles between Ursus and Kazimir. Of all the border skirmishes, what impressed Manna most were not the disciplined, battle-hardened Ursus elites or the highly skilled armored sorcerers, but rather the Ursus suicide squads.

"Suicide Squad" was originally an honorable title, referring to a group of people who, with a noble spirit of self-sacrifice for their ideals, voluntarily formed a perilous assault team, advancing towards an impossible goal until their bodies were gone—a group of heroes. However, in some border guard units of Ursus, "Suicide Squad" more often simply refers to infected people, lower-class farmers, and disobedient vagrants temporarily conscripted from various places. They had no status, no equipment, and not even human rights; they were only fit to be called "inexhaustible gray livestock," given an old crossbow or a broken sword and driven to the battlefield by the overseers. Their sole purpose was to block the open terrain of the Great Plains, delaying the most threatening group charge of the Kazimierz Knights.

Having lost everything that made them human and the hope of living, all that remained for them was the pride of being the honored citizens of Ursus. So, those poor fellows would surge forward wave after wave with expressions of grim determination, until their corpses piled up into small hills, enough to trap the iron hooves of any charging knight.

Just like the Storm Knight and Rift Knight now.

"Besides, their condition is off. My scabbard hit his helmet, and instead of being stunned, he even tried to fight back. You just slashed his arm; a normal person would have been knocked unconscious by now, yet he continued attacking without uttering a sound. This is clearly no ordinary knight," Marna said, pursing his lips. "They must have used banned drugs, and there's something fishy about their armor. I just don't know, I just don't know, whether it was voluntary, or..."

“They probably didn’t know either.” Roy recalled the Storm Knight’s gesture of stopping and preparing to surrender. Perhaps before that, the person inside the armor still thought he had the right to rightfully call “GG.” “Using illegal drugs, once exposed, even if they won, they would be stripped of their knighthood and might even face imprisonment. And if they really knew about this, the only way to keep it from being exposed would be to kill both of us on the spot.”

"No one would gamble their future, especially on an opportunity that isn't unique."

"It's just a game, there's no need to take it so seriously, right?" Of course, Roy wouldn't say something so low-EQ.

For him, knightly competition was merely a novel experience. Even if he lost, he could still reclaim his position as the Azure King of the Unarmored Alliance, never losing his job and living a carefree life. For Marna, it was simply a means to make money. If he weren't currently in dire financial straits, he might never have even touched a single aspect of this industry in his entire life.

But for Rift Knight and Storm Knight, this might be everything. They could not possibly abandon their future, their prospects, or even their lives, despite serious injuries, just to defeat themselves!

Right now, the person controlling them, or rather, their two suits of armor, is probably standing somewhere on the commentary stage, secretly gloating.

This method caught him off guard. He had been on guard against it all, but he never expected such a hidden attack. As a result, Roy, who hadn't gone all out to deal with him, almost capsized in the ditch, even though he was very strong!

Look at the fresh wound on your left arm; it's the best warning!

Huh? Where's the wound?

Looking at his smooth, flawless skin and elegantly sculpted muscles, Roy momentarily thought he was seeing things. But the complete disappearance of pain and numbness in his right arm was a stark reminder that his body had fully recovered!

But why? He shouldn't have any modules for quickly repairing injuries, right?

Wait, could it be...?

In a flash of inspiration, Roy remembered the only growth-type special module whose specific effects had not yet been announced—[The Last Knight].

His body had long been assimilated by the sea, and his armor had become one with his flesh and blood. Only his spirit had never yielded. The knight of the tide, riding an unknown warhorse, had only one goal: to hunt the newborn and kill the sea!

The last knight is also Hai Si, and Hai Si's bug-level self-repair ability is actually demonstrated here?

So, rounding it up, am I now considered a Deepsea Hunter (cyborg)? Should I acknowledge a captain? If you ask me, compared to Team Two, Team Three is definitely awesome. Who wouldn't like Ulpian, who can save the world with just three sentences?

And the Deepsea Hunter's buffs... wow, that's really something! I've already joined the Deepsea Hunter ranks!

But that's fine too!

Roy took a stance, regrouped, and this time, showed no intention of holding back.

As the saying goes, the rich rely on technology, the poor rely on mutation. I'm now a ruthless person who's practically swallowed several bottles of stage perfume, so beating up a runaway android like you isn't unreasonable, is it?

PS: Perfume for performances, pigeon collectibles, restores 1% health per second.

Volume 1: Chapter 58 The Unseen Glory!

Question: How can a machine that has gone out of control be destroyed?

A more technologically advanced answer: "We should use EMP or hacking techniques to paralyze the machine's internal systems and stop it from operating."

A more common answer: "Power outage."

A slightly less ideal answer: "Keep going with him until he runs out of energy!"

But Roy was neither an IT expert nor a cyber hacker, and he didn't possess any advanced technology like EMP bombs, so high-tech methods were naturally out of the question. As for more conventional methods, Roy couldn't find the energy source to power this thing. That's how Originium technology works; a small piece of Originium can provide ten or even a hundred times the efficiency of electricity, and it's not easy to detect or destroy—it's like a mind-blowing, revolutionary high-tech invention.

As for the worst-case scenario, running out of energy from the machine, Roy could manage that. With Haisi's powerful regenerative abilities and virtually inexhaustible energy, Roy was confident he could outlast both mechs. That was the safest approach. But Roy didn't intend to do that.

This wasn't a battlefield, but an arena ring. Around him, over 150,000 spectators were watching his match live, and through the cameras pointed at him from all directions, hundreds of thousands, even millions, of people were watching the outcome of the match on television screens.

Who is Roy? As a highly ethical professional who believes in doing one's job well, would he let his fans appreciate Shakespeare?

Chinese players should choose the strategy with the most bullet comments!

Now that the armored figure has manipulated the knights within, he'll show the Business Federation that capitalist tricks can't withstand absolute power! Let them see what it means to tear armor apart with bare hands!

The "Bounty Hunter A's Fist" mod loads. Roy takes a step forward, his afterimage flashing across the arena, and in the next second he's beside Storm Knight, throwing a punch at Storm Knight's right arm. However, just as the iron fist is about to hit, Storm Knight seems to have anticipated it, suddenly bending to the side and, from an outsider's perspective, at an almost distorted angle, using both hands, delivering a powerful "Iron Mountain Lean" to Roy!

Roy's pupils contracted sharply for a moment, and his fist forcibly changed direction in mid-air, switching from offense to defense. At the critical moment, he blocked the attack without moving an inch, as steady as Mount Tai.

The brief exchange was observed by the commentator in the commentary booth, who wore a satisfied smile.

"Prediction. Or rather, a battlefield information gathering system—that's our secret weapon against Roy."

He said it casually, but with a hint of arrogance in his tone, which made the smile on Charne's face stiffen slightly.

"Roy is indeed very strong. We've spared no expense to ensure we can eliminate this troublesome individual without any mishaps. What do you think he's currently fighting against?"

The spokesperson asked, and before Charné could answer, he uttered that same desperate answer:

"He is fighting against a team of thousands of field analysts, tens of thousands of body data models, tens of thousands of industrial workers from Walma Heavy Industry, the most advanced and elite technical R&D engineers in the entire Kasimir, and the entire Business Federation!"

"He is indeed very strong. In order to replicate his terrifying physical abilities, we superimposed and adjusted the physical data of nearly 10,000 people, and only managed to simulate a data model with the same strength as him. We were unable to replicate his troublesome Originium Arts, so we spent a lot of money to purchase the latest reverse Originium conduction circuits from Ursus and Columbia to ban his spells. To ensure that everything goes smoothly, we have entered all the offensive, defensive, and movement methods he has used into the database. As soon as he takes a step, the database can determine where he will land in the next second!"

"He's cheating, how can he fight?"

The spokesperson probably thought he was being humorous, and even flashed a healthy smile after he finished speaking.

However, a single, understated remark from Charnet shattered his good mood:

"But this is a team game, Roy has teammates."

"Hmph, Marna? Nothing to fear!"

......

"Holy crap, he's dead!" He had just taken a step when, in the next second, the enemy's blade was already slashing in the direction he was about to go. If Roy hadn't just been feinting, that blade would probably have hit him.

There's no way to defend it anymore. This is a cheat code. It has auto-aim, headshot lock, wallhack, and even AI-assisted aiming. This match was entirely powered by technology, with not a single human intervention!

Most people would report a cheater of this caliber immediately if they encountered one. But Roy couldn't report it; the cheat was officially enabled, so what would be the point of reporting it?

Using cheats when you can't win is a sign of being a sore loser. Roy had never encountered a cheat specifically designed to target one person, a point-to-point bombing game that was so twisted and romantic. But for the time being, he really didn't seem to be able to do anything about this cheat.

We can't risk mutual destruction by manually touching the armor and unleashing a [Stella!], can we?

The stats of this armor would be at least an orange-tier item in an RPG game. If it were to explode, it would be one thing to be killed or maimed, but what if it blew off an arm? Roy would probably just give a live demonstration of how it regenerates.

At that point, he'll probably be facing an operating table at a research institute, not an awards podium.

However, just because Roy doesn't have a good solution for this thing doesn't mean others don't.

Once again, Roy anticipated his prediction, dodging a predicted heavy blow from the Rift Knight Armor. He turned to Marna, who had been silent for a long time, and said, "Hey, Marna, aren't you going to make a move?"

Kirito's dual-wielding only requires a 60-second preparation time, and you've been watching the whole game. Shouldn't your skills be ready by now?

Marner stood at the edge of the arena. Since noticing something was wrong with the two knights, he stopped making any moves and instead stood at the edge of the ring, his gaze fixed on the commentary booth and the referee's table.

He was waiting—waiting for an explanation, a statement, a glimmer of hope.

Unfortunately, the stands were filled with cheers for an even more exciting match, the commentators were only cheering loudly, and the referee's box was so quiet that one might think the referees were all Iberians.

"Ugh."

A sigh escaped from the golden-haired Pegasus.

"These things are not worthy of my sword."

He said it softly, but his words were not what he truly meant.

Lin Guang slowly drew his sword.

Not for the victory of this match, nor for any fairness or honor, but simply for the only person on the field who can still be called hope.

"But you deserve it."

"Den!"

A crisp cutting sound.

It was a cool, silvery-white rain of light, like a torrential downpour of clear water, splashing across the entire arena. Every raindrop reflected Marna's sword light, every raindrop witnessed Marna's sword light, every raindrop was Marna's sword light.