From scrap mecha to science fiction paradise

Chapter 22 A brief introduction to martial arts

Zhao Xing chatted awkwardly for a few words, then turned and left.

"Some people abandon it like shoes, some people ask for it but don't get it..."

Watching Zhao Xingyuan go, Lin Yu also shook his head and stood up with his support on the ground.

He still has a good impression of Zhao Xing.

Overall, he is a kind and polite person, with a little greenishness.

Old man Zhang said that Zhao Xing didn't value him, but in fact he just didn't show respect and enthusiasm for the 'Mecha Master' level. To say he was contemptuous, he definitely didn't.

Then again, he was not a serious mecha master to begin with.

This trip is just a hiring mission. There is no way to say whether they value the relationship between the employer and the mercenaries.

It's just a matter of profit exchange, just collecting money to do things.

"It's easier to solve it by reading basic textbooks. Evenly matched battles... There should be opportunities in this operation. The main focus is on fighting and shooting skills."

Without anyone to disturb him, Lin Yu was happy to ponder the skill clues he had just obtained.

The last two requirements for acquiring mecha piloting skills are easy to solve, but the first two are a little troublesome, as they actually need to unlock the other two skills.

It's a bit like a prerequisite skill.

If he uses the Mimic Personality skill to switch to the Lu Bu personality, then he can gain the combat skills and experience of 'Lü Bu'. He is proficient in bow and horse, and has basic fists, feet and weapons.

Although it is a fictional deduction based on his own cognition, I don't know how different it is compared to the real Lu Bu, but at least compared to ordinary people, he is definitely very outstanding.

However, he did not obtain the [Fighting] and [Shooting] recognized by the light blue panel, and even the skill clues failed to trigger.

"Is it because it's not my original personality?"

Lin Yu pondered deeply, got up, walked to his van, and took out the small square-shaped halberd used for practice.

Walking into the darkness, he came to the edge of the bonfire and found an open space. With a thought in his mind, Lin Yu switched to Lu Bu's personality and slowly waved the Fang Tian Painted Halberd.

He has actually been doing this these days. Fictional memory is fictitious memory after all. Even if the deduction is accurate even to the instinctive reaction, the body is still untrained after all.

Not only the physical strength and weakness caused by lack of exercise, but also various problems such as flexibility, reflexes, control, etc., all need to be tempered and improved during training, so he is also consciously exercising and adapting these days.

But this time it was a little different.

Although he also switched to Lu Bu's personality, he did not follow the memory and instinct of Lu Bu's personality to perform the halberd technique. Instead, he kept himself clear and looked back while trying to let his own consciousness learn and master the techniques and details.

Due to the intentional restraint of his own personality, all the influences of Lu Bu's personality were suppressed to a minimum, and the halberd technique also became slow, stiff, and clumsy.

But, after all, there are complete memories, experiences, and instincts in the mind.

Although all these are suppressed and exerted, they are also quickly absorbed when the self-awareness intentionally imitates and learns.

After a set of slow halberd techniques were performed, the stiffness subsided.

Do it again, the clumsiness will fade away.

Third, fourth, fifth...

Clumsy gradually becomes mellow.

"You triggered the skill acquisition clue - Fighting."

"Get clues..."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect Brother Lin to have such good skills. What's the point of practicing alone? Let's have fun together?"

At this moment, a hearty and slightly distorted voice echoed next to him.

It's Jova.

Lin Yu said nothing.

Fang Tian drew his halberd and switched hands at the back of his waist.

Then he spun his body wide and wide in a circle.

The halberd is used as an axe, and the crescent moon is used as the tip. It chops away like the wind and the roaring moon.

"Haha, you're good to go! Don't worry, I will adjust the power of the prosthetic body!"

Joval laughed loudly and crossed his mechanical arms.

clang!
The crisp clashing sound trembled endlessly, and Qiao Wa staggered back half a step.

Lin Yu's physical fitness is basically equivalent to that of an ordinary person. No matter how hard he uses his strength and skills, it is absolutely impossible for a cybernetic transformer whose whole body is highly mechanized to do this.

It seems that Jiao Wa has indeed adjusted the power of his prosthetic body as he said. This is exactly what Lin Yu meant.

After all, if the prosthetic body is at full power, it won't be able to fight.

call out!
No lag.

When the Halberd Er's slash was blocked, he took advantage of the situation and lowered his body, bowed his waist like a bow, and then exploded violently, sending the withdrawn Fangtian Halberd diagonally upward.

The timing was perfect, Qiao Wa's footing was not stable, and the tip of the halberd, like a spear, passed under his crossed arms and went straight to the throat.

Qiao Wa's pupils shrank suddenly, and he had no time to breathe, so he quickly turned his head to avoid it.

A shot stuck in the air.

Rubbing the earlobe and passing by.

But a harsh warning sound exploded in his mind.

"Fatal attack! Fatal attack!"

A surging sense of crisis, a harsh warning sound, and a detection image forced to appear in the retina.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the crisis of death came like a tsunami.

From behind!

He watched helplessly as Lin Yu, who had shot into the air, once again made a similar movement of closing the gun as before.

He bowed his waist, lowered his body, and stepped back. The strange weapon that looked like a gun but was not a gun was drawn back.

Yes, that crescent moon!

The crescents on both sides of the weapon, if lost and then retracted, wouldn't they become undercuts and sickles?

I don’t have an alloy plate on the back of my neck!

boom!
When a life and death crisis is imminent, how can Qiao Wa care about fairness and unfairness, and whether he saves face or not?

The power of the prosthetic body was fully activated, and he stepped on the ground. His whole body fell forward amidst the explosion, and he rolled in an awkward manner, narrowly avoiding the life-threatening hook.

call!
Fang Tian failed to draw the halberd, but it was equivalent to finishing the halberd. Lin Yu's offensive was so continuous that it was suffocating, and he took advantage of the situation and swung another halberd.

boom!
Qiao Wa hurriedly raised his hand and pinched the tip of Fang Tianji.

"No fight, no fight, I admit defeat."

He shouted twice in succession, and was relieved when Lin Yu made no move.

"You have gained a new skill: Fighting LV1"

"Let's call it a draw. If we really fight, there's nothing I can do against you."

Lin Yu smiled, put away his halberd and stood up.

"No, I, Qiao Wa, am not someone who cannot afford to lose. If I lose, I lose."

Qiao Wa raised his hand to stop, patted the dust on his body, and smiled bitterly.

It was said that the power of the prosthetic body was limited, but in the end, he was forced to roll with all his strength without passing through three moves. After this move, he was completely defeated.

Although it was due to carelessness and failure to use full power and various trump cards, he hadn't activated the mecha yet.

A cyber-modifier was pressed and rubbed by a pilot without wearing armor. It was already embarrassing enough to speak out. If he wanted to say something harsh back, he could just lose his face.

"A good one...his martial arts skills are not bad."

At this moment, it was not only Qiao Wa whose mentality was ups and downs, but also Old Man Zhang, who was 'thief-minded'. After going around in a circle, he still couldn't help but want to persuade him again.

He was holding one hand behind his back and stroking his beard with the other, trying to enhance his image by showing off his masterly demeanor.

As a result, Lin Yu and Qiao Wa had a brief exchange of blows. Their eyes widened as they watched, and they almost broke off their beards with a trembling hand.

His wrinkled cheeks couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Not bad at martial arts.

God damn martial arts is not bad.

Isn't this bad?

Now it seems that this kid's excuse just now was not perfunctory?

"My martial arts skills are not bad, my martial arts skills are good..."

(End of this chapter)