We agreed on mecha combat, so what the hell is this about your physical body exploding into a planet

Two seconds left.

High-frequency blades have limited effectiveness against heavily armored monsters; forcibly striking them will only shatter the blade.

The missile bay is empty.

All four missiles were used in the first wave.

All he had left were two main cannons, a knife that was about to overheat, and a mech that was on the verge of falling apart.

What would an ordinary mech pilot do in this situation?

Retreat and wait for teammates to provide support, or activate emergency teleportation.

But Ye Yan had no teammates and no teleportation ability.

In Hell Mode, early exit is prohibited. If you lack strength, the only way to survive is to prolong the time.

However, Ye Yan is here to pass the test.

Since his transmigration, he has had no way out. He was dumped by his ex-girlfriend, stole designs, was targeted by a rich second-generation, and became the target of a powerful family like the Chen family.

Therefore, he never had a way out.

We can only keep moving forward, forward, forward!

This feeling is just—amazing!

He rejected everything that followed the rules and hated the version of himself that was idle and unable to do anything.

Before he transmigrated, he had nothing.

But now.

Suddenly Ye Yan opened his eyes.

"It's different now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved both hands simultaneously.

With his right hand, he switched the particle cannon power knob from 52 to 200.

With his left hand, he typed a series of commands on the keyboard to bypass the security protocol.

This is code he wrote himself; it's not in any textbook.

The mech's core reactor emitted a low hum, and all safety locks were released at the same moment.

Energy surged through his body like a flood bursting its banks, and the exposed energy lines on the mech's surface instantly became blindingly bright, with blue arcs crackling at his joints.

"What is he doing?!"

Qian Cheng suddenly stood up.

"His mech can't withstand that kind of energy output!"

"He knows." Fang Mingyuan stared intently at the screen. "He knows."

The particle cannon is fully charged.

But it's not the standard model.

Ye Yan changed the particle cannon's firing mode from "pulse" to "continuous".

This means the beam will not end within 0.1 seconds.

Instead, it will continue to spray until its energy is exhausted.

The recoil of a continuous beam is more than ten times that of a pulsed mode.

With the structural strength of the "Skinning Walker", it can only last for a maximum of 1.5 seconds.

"One and a half seconds."

Ye Yan pressed the launch button.

"That's enough!"

The words were spoken.

brush!!!

A blue-white beam of light shot out from the cannon muzzle, not a fleeting pulse.

Instead, it is a continuous torrent of light.

His right hand made a series of fine adjustments on the joystick.

It wasn't stationary firing, but rather sweeping fire.

The beam of light swept horizontally from left to right, enveloping all ten charging monsters.

The first monster's exoskeleton lasted for 0.3 seconds under the beam of light before being pierced.

The second one lasted 0.25 seconds.

The third one is 0.2 seconds.

The beam swept across the fourth, fifth, sixth...

The mech's joints began to creak and groan.

The bearing in the right arm was overheating, the support structure in the left leg was deforming, and the iron frame of the cockpit was shaking violently.

Ye Yan's expression remained unchanged.

His fingers remained steady, his breathing remained calm, and his gaze remained composed.

The seventh, the eighth, the ninth

White smoke billowed from the mecha's right arm.

The bearing had melted, but Ye Yan persisted.

The tenth one.

The beam pierced through the chest of the last monster.

Ye Yan released the button, and smoke was still rising from the muzzle of the particle cannon.

1.4 seconds.

It took 0.1 seconds longer than expected.

The mecha's right arm was completely destroyed, hanging down at its side like a charred tree branch.

The joint of its left leg was deformed, and the entire mech stood crookedly, as if it could collapse at any moment.

But he was still standing.

All ten heavily armored monsters lay on the ground, each with a charred hole in its chest pierced by a beam of light.

"Ju, you actually did it?"

In the hall, someone covered their mouth.

"That's amazing!" Qiu Zhixia looked at Ye Yan with admiration, her eyes filled with fervor.

"That's what a mech pilot should be like!"

Even in the face of death, there is no fear; the mechs suppress their final excitement, all for this magnificent dance!

"But what's the use?"

Some people noticed something and shook their heads regretfully.

"That mech has reached its limit. No matter how strong the examinee's mental strength is or how precise their control is, it's useless."

"yes!"

The examiner shook his head regretfully.

"A mech pilot without a mech is just an ordinary person."

"What a pity for this genius."

Ye Yan's brilliant performance has impressed most of the players on the field.

Some people even stood up to show their support.

"Don't die!"

Ye Yan's fearless and brilliant performance, along with his exquisite control of the mecha, has attracted countless fans.

"Stand up!"

But what's wrong with that?

Just as the examiner said.

A mech pilot without a mech is just an ordinary person.

Facing the abyssal monsters that can even slaughter and dismantle mechs, there is absolutely no chance of survival.

Someone closed their eyes.

Someone is trembling.

The monsters behind him gave him no chance to catch his breath.

A dozen or so came from both flanks.

Ye Yan's right arm was crippled, his left leg was lame, the particle cannon overheated, the missile bay was empty, and the blade of the high-frequency blade was already chipped.

He was left with only a small secondary cannon on his left arm and a mech that was barely hanging on.

On the radar, the red dot is approaching.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ye Yan pulled the control stick, and the mecha staggered around, its small secondary cannon on its left arm aiming at the nearest monster.

The beam of light shot out and struck the monster's shoulder.

However, it wasn't fatal. The small secondary guns weren't powerful enough; they could only wound, not kill.

The monster roared and continued its charge.

Twenty meters.

Ye Yan fired again, wounding the second one.

ten meters.

The third one.

five meters.

The fourth one.

Too much.

Of the thirteen monsters, he can only injure a maximum of five; the remaining eight will—

A monster lunged at the mecha, its claws slashing down.

Ye Yan raised his left arm to block—

The sound of metal tearing.

His left arm was ripped off in one piece, the energy lines broke, and blue liquid splattered out.

The mecha lost its balance and fell backward.

Another monster pounced, its sharp claws slicing across the mech's torso.

The unarmored torso was torn apart like paper, exposing the energy lines, cooling pipes, and even the outer shell of the core reactor.

The third one.

The fourth one.

The fifth one.

The monsters were tearing at the fragile mech like a pack of hyenas mauling a wounded prey.

Parts flew everywhere, and fragments scattered in all directions.

The cockpit's metal frame was scratched by a monster's claws, leaving three deep claw marks.

It was only a few millimeters away from slicing through Ye Yan's body.

The mech is disintegrating.

It's crashing.

In death.

In the hall, someone closed their eyes.

"End the fight!" someone shouted. "End the fight now!"

"No." The examiner's voice was cold and cruel. "Hell Mode. Once you enter, you can't stop early. That's the rule."

. . .