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

The teleportation portal opened within the secret realm.

Ye Yan walked out of the passage, her steps a little unsteady.

The cost of pushing his limits was greater than he had imagined.

But when Ye Yan heard that familiar mechanical voice, he felt it was all worth it this time.

[Power 'Knights Don't Die Bare-Handed' activated]

[The power you absorbed from the destruction of the mechs is being consolidated by your authority.]

[Based on the mech's maximum attack power: 1347, your Strength, Speed, and Constitution will permanently increase the mech's maximum attack power by half.]

Strength increased by 674. Speed ​​increased by 674. Constitution increased by 674.

Your physical body is approaching the limits of human capabilities.

"Ye Yan!"

Lin Shuang ran down from the stands, through the crowd, and up to him.

"You created a miracle."

Lin Shuang's eyes were full of admiration.

"Hell Mode completed, Abyss Lord defeated, 18,370,000 points."

"You have achieved the best result in the history of Great Xia."

"congratulations."

Ye Yan smiled.

The smile was tired, but content.

Thank you.

They looked at each other and smiled.

Suddenly, Ye Yan's body swayed.

The effect of a hundredfold increase has completely disappeared.

The strength that had sustained him in the fight receded like the tide, leaving only exhaustion.

"Ye Yan?" Lin Shuang noticed something was wrong and reached out to catch him.

Ye Yan rested his head on her shoulder, his eyes closed, a slight smile on his lips.

"That's really impressive..." Lin Shuang said softly, her voice carrying an indescribable emotion, "You're a madwoman..."

The cheers from the stands continued.

"Ye Yan! Ye Yan! Ye Yan!"

Su Wanqing looked in that direction, her lips trembling slightly.

She wanted to say something, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

The person standing next to him should have been himself.

But now...

She regretted it.

but.

late.

too late.

There is no medicine for regret in this world.

. . .

Meanwhile, at the First War Zone, on the northern defense line, the command post.

On the holographic screen, Ye Yan's assessment footage had been played on a loop seven times.

Lei Zhen, commander of the First War Zone, stood in front of the screen, a cigar between his fingers, the ash already quite long.

"His physical strength."

Lei Zhen suddenly spoke up, "What level have you reached?"

The adjutant pulled up the data, glanced at it, and his pupils contracted sharply.

"Peak... Fourth order."

"Fourth tier".

Lei Zhen repeated it, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"A level one mech pilot displayed the physical strength of a fourth-tier martial apprentice. Interesting."

"Sir, you mean—"

Send out invitations.

Lei Zhen turned around, a certain light flashing in his eyes.

"Highest level. Directly enter the elite reserve team of the First War Zone, be granted the rank of lieutenant, and be assigned S-level mech modification privileges."

The adjutant was taken aback:

"But he's only at level one."

"Have you ever seen a Level 1 mech pilot kill an Abyss Lord with their bare hands?"

Lei Zhen glanced at his adjutant, who immediately shut up.

"in addition,"

Lei Zhen flicked away the cigarette ash.

"Find out why this kid was forced to use that crappy mech to participate in the assessment. Once you've found out, send the report directly to my desk."

The adjutant felt a chill run down his spine.

Lei Zhen's words are very clear.

Someone's going to be in trouble.

. . .

Second War Zone, East China Sea Defense Line, Command Post.

Shen Ruolan stared at Ye Yan's final attack on the screen and remained silent for a full thirty seconds.

"Fifth tier".

She finally spoke, her voice as calm as if she were talking about the weather.

"An eighteen-year-old boy demonstrated fifth-level physical strength."

"Commander Shen, this data might be inflated."

The chief of staff spoke cautiously.

"Moisture?"

Shen Ruolan smiled.

"What are you questioning?"

The chief of staff shut his mouth.

"Get me to the First Mecha Academy."

Shen Ruolan picked up the communicator.

"I need to speak with Zhou Hengyuan."

"Now?"

"Now."

. . .

Third War Zone, Western Wilderness, Command Post.

Timur watched the images being replayed repeatedly on the screen.

Ye Yan stood up from the ruins, crushed the monster's head, and punched through the Abyss Lord's head.

His expression changed from shock to excitement, and from excitement to fervor.

"This child!" he shouted, pointing at the screen. "I want him!"

"Sir, he is a Level 1 mech pilot."

"Mech pilot?"

Timur laughed.

"You call this a mech pilot? He killed the Abyss Lord with his bare hands! What did he need a mech for? He was a humanoid mech himself!"

The adjutant was speechless.

"Find me a way to contact him."

Timur stood up and paced back and forth in the command post with his hands behind his back.

"No matter the cost, no matter what he wants, give it to him! Just let him come to the Third War Zone!"

"But sir, he chose the mecha pilot route—"

"The route is fixed, but people are flexible!"

Timur slammed his hand on the table.

"When he arrives, I'll personally persuade him to become a martial arts apprentice! With such physical talent, becoming a mecha pilot? Wouldn't that be a waste?!"

. . .

Joint Command of the Fourth Theater Command and the Central Theater Command.

Unlike the fervor of the other three theaters, the Fourth Theater's response was calmer, but also more decisive.

"Add his information to the 'Chosen One' list."

Lin Yuanzheng, commander of the Fourth War Zone, sat behind his desk, his voice as calm as still water.

The adjutant's hand trembled.

The "Chosen One" list.

That's the Federation's highest-level talent development program, with only three slots available for the entire Federation each year.

Once selected, it means unlimited resources, the highest level of authority, and top-tier mentors.

This also means that they are regarded as "strategic assets" by the federal government, and any action against them will be seen as a provocation against the federal government.

"But he's only at level one."

"His power and talent make it worth the gamble."

Lin Yuanzheng interrupted him.

"Furthermore, did you notice? Even after that power faded, a portion of his physical strength remained."

"You mean..."

"His powers have a permanent enhancement effect."

A glint of light flashed in Lin Yuanzheng's eyes.

"This means that he doesn't need to train as hard as other martial arts apprentices day after day."

"this……"

"This is a possibility with unlimited growth."

Lin Yuanzheng stood up and walked to the window.

"There are no bottlenecks, no upper limits. He can become infinitely stronger."

He turned around and looked at his adjutant.

"Such an entity must be kept under federal control."

. . .

First Mecha Academy - Observation Room

Zhou Hengyuan put down the communicator and rubbed his temples.

"The First War Zone, the Second War Zone, and the Third War Zone have all called."

He said it with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"Everyone's scrambling to get people."

"As expected." Fang Mingyuan smiled. "18,370,000 points, anyone would be vying for that."

"It's not just about grades."

Qian Cheng shook his head.

"It was the final punch. That punch didn't just result in a score, it represented a possibility."

The three of them exchanged a glance, and each saw the same worry in the other's eyes.

"Those warriors..."

Fang Mingyuan hesitated for a moment.

"I'm afraid it won't stop anytime soon."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the observation room was suddenly pushed open.

. . .