From Scrap Mecha to Sci-Fi Heaven

Zhao Xing made a few awkward remarks before turning to leave.

"Some discard it like a shoe, while others seek it but cannot obtain it…"

Watching Zhao Xing depart, Lin Yu shook his head and pushed himself up from the ground.

He had a fairly good impression of Zhao Xing.

Overall, he was a relatively kind and polite person, with a hint of youthful naivety.

Old Zhang claimed that Zhao Xing did not value him, but in reality, it was merely that he did not express the respect and enthusiasm one would expect for a 'Mecha Pilot'; it was not that he looked down on him.

Moreover, Lin Yu was not a proper Mecha Pilot to begin with.

This mission was merely a contracted job; the relationship between the employer and the mercenary was not one of importance or disregard.

It was simply a matter of business, getting paid for services rendered.

"Reading the basic textbooks should be easier to resolve, and combat of equal strength… this operation should also present an opportunity, mainly focusing on combat and shooting skills."

With no one to disturb him, Lin Yu was pleased to ponder the skill clues he had just obtained.

The requirements for acquiring Mech piloting skills were easily resolved for the latter two, but the first two were a bit troublesome, as they required unlocking two additional skills.

It was somewhat like needing prerequisite skills.

If he used the Mimic Personality skill to switch to Lu Bu's persona, he would gain 'Lu Bu's' combat techniques and experience, being proficient with both bow and horse, as well as hand-to-hand combat and weaponry.

Although this was based on his own cognitive fictionalization, he had no idea how it compared to the real Lu Bu, but at least it would certainly be outstanding compared to an ordinary person.

However, he had not obtained the light blue panel's acknowledgment of [Combat] and [Shooting], and he had not even triggered the skill clues.

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

Lin Yu pondered, then walked towards his cargo truck and retrieved the small Fangtian Halberd he used for practice.

Stepping into the darkness, he reached the edge illuminated by the campfire, found an open space, and with a thought, switched to Lu Bu's persona, slowly swinging the Fangtian Halberd.

He had actually been doing this for the past few days; after all, fictional memories were just that—fictional. Even if the deductions were accurate to the point of instinctive reactions, his body was ultimately untrained.

It was not just the lack of physical conditioning that caused weakness; there were also issues of flexibility, reaction time, and control, all of which needed to be honed and improved through training. Thus, he had been consciously working on adapting through exercise these past few days.

However, this time was somewhat different.

Even though he switched to Lu Bu's persona, he did not follow Lu Bu's memories and instincts to execute the halberd techniques. Instead, he maintained clarity, reviewing while striving to let his original consciousness learn and master the techniques and details.

Due to the intentional restraint of his original persona, all influences from Lu Bu's persona were suppressed to a minimum, causing the halberd techniques to become slow, rigid, and clumsy.

Yet, he still had complete memories, experiences, and instincts in his mind.

All of this, though suppressed, was rapidly absorbed as his original consciousness intentionally imitated and learned.

After completing a set of slow halberd techniques, the stiffness faded.

Once more, the clumsiness began to dissipate.

Third, fourth, fifth…

The clumsiness gradually transformed into fluidity.

"You have triggered the skill acquisition clue—Combat."

"Acquisition clue…"

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

At that moment, a slightly distorted cheerful voice echoed nearby.

It was Qiao Wa (Jova).

Lin Yu remained silent.

He switched the Fangtian Halberd to his other hand behind his back.

Then he spun around, swinging it in a wide arc.

The halberd became an axe, the crescent moon as its edge, slicing through the air like a howling wind.

"Haha, that's the spirit! Don't worry, I'll adjust the power of my cybernetic implant!"

Qiao Wa (Jova) laughed heartily, crossing his mechanical arms to block.

Clang!

The crisp sound of their clash reverberated, and Qiao Wa (Jova) stumbled back half a step.

Lin Yu's physical condition was basically equivalent to that of an ordinary person; no matter how he exerted himself, it was impossible for him to make a fully mechanized cybernetic individual react like this.

It seemed Qiao Wa (Jova) was indeed as he claimed, adjusting the power output of his cybernetic implant.

This was just what Lin Yu wanted.

After all, if he went all out with his cybernetic implant, it would be impossible to continue the fight.

Whoosh!

Without delay.

As the halberd's blade was obstructed, he swiftly withdrew his hand and lowered his body, bending like a bow, then explosively thrust the retracted Fangtian Halberd upward at an angle.

The timing was perfect; Qiao Wa (Jova) was unsteady, and the halberd's tip, like a spear, passed beneath his crossed arms, aiming straight for his throat.

Qiao Wa (Jova)'s pupils constricted, and before he could even catch his breath, he hurriedly turned his head to evade.

The thrust missed its target.

It grazed past his earlobe.

But the piercing warning sound exploded in his mind.

"Deadly attack! Deadly attack!"

A surge of crisis, the shrill warning, and the detection images forcibly projected onto his retina.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, the threat of death crashing in like a tsunami.

From behind!

He watched helplessly as Lin Yu, who had just missed with his thrust, made a similar retraction motion.

Bending his waist, lowering his body, stepping back, the peculiar weapon that was neither a spear nor a spear was drawn back.

That crescent moon!

The weapon's crescent sides, now empty and retracted, had turned into a hook and a sickle!

His neck had no alloy plating!

Boom!

Faced with the imminent threat of death, Qiao Wa (Jova) no longer cared about fairness or face.

He directly maxed out the power of his cybernetic implant, stomped the ground, and his entire body crashed forward with a thunderous sound, rolling in a desperate attempt to narrowly avoid the deadly hook.

Whoosh!

The Fangtian Halberd missed its target, but it was equivalent to having completed the retraction; Lin Yu's offensive was relentless to the point of suffocation, and he followed up with another swing of the halberd.

Bang!

Qiao Wa (Jova) hurriedly raised his hand to grasp the tip of the Fangtian Halberd.

"I'm done, I'm done, I admit defeat."

He shouted twice, and seeing Lin Yu not make another move, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"You have acquired a new skill: Combat LV1."

"Let's call it a draw; if it came down to a real fight, I wouldn't stand a chance against you."

Lin Yu smiled, retracting the halberd and standing still.

"Don't, I, Qiao Wa (Jova), am not someone who can't take a loss; losing is losing."

Qiao Wa (Jova) raised his hand in a gesture to stop, then patted the dust off his clothes, forcing a wry smile.

He had claimed to limit the power of his cybernetic implant, yet after just three exchanges, he had been forced to roll with all his might. In this exchange, he had thoroughly lost.

Although there were factors of carelessness and not using full power and various trump cards, he hadn't even activated his Mech yet.

A cybernetic individual being pressed down by a pilot in an unarmored state was already embarrassing enough; if he were to argue a few more words, he might as well throw away his pride.

"What remarkable… martial arts skills."

At this moment, it was not just Qiao Wa (Jova) whose mindset was fluctuating; Old Zhang, who had a 'thief's heart' and had circled around, could not help but want to persuade again.

He had originally had one hand behind his back, stroking his beard, trying to project an air of a renowned master to enhance his image.

But he happened to witness the brief exchange between Lin Yu and Qiao Wa (Jova), his eyes widening in shock, nearly causing him to twitch and pull out his beard.

The wrinkles on his face could not help but twitch slightly.

Martial arts skills were not bad.

What the hell, martial arts skills were not bad.

Was this what they ca

lled not bad?

Looking at it now, it seemed that the young man's earlier excuses were not just perfunctory.

"Martial arts skills are not bad, not bad at all…"

(End of Chapter)