Male god dominates the world [Quick Transmigration]

"Host! Mermaids can't drive mechas!" The system was the one who was more anxious than everyone present.

Just when Anselm was speaking, Zhong Louyu had already occupied Ivy's body. Instead of refusing the competition, he simply accepted the final announced by Anselm.

"I do have many ways to avoid this match, but in a place like a barracks, only strong force can make people willing to follow." Putting on the helmet, his vision was blocked, and Zhong Louyu was sensitive to an invisible wave Fluctuations tried to connect with his brain, but failed for some reason, "Mermaids and humans have different mental powers. It is indeed difficult for humans to create mechas for themselves to link with the mental power of mermaids, but you need to know about the system. Strength is called spiritual consciousness in the realm of comprehension, and there is no cultivator who cannot change his spiritual consciousness."

Changing the fluctuation of his consciousness with ease, Zhong Louyu's thinking entered a vast darkness unimpeded, and three mechas of different shapes were displayed in the darkness, waiting for his choice.

Zhong Louyu immediately fell in love with one of the red mechas. It looked much thinner than the other two mechas, but it seemed more flexible.After choosing the mech, everything in front of him disappeared without a trace. Zhong Louyu blinked, and the black gradually faded away, revealing a huge modern venue.

This is the largest meeting place of the Juxing Garrison Point, and it is also the largest competition venue.

As soon as the red mech party appeared on the left side of the venue, it aroused discussions among the audience.In order to ensure fairness in this competition, the mechas selected in the system are all the most basic models, and the red mechas are the basic long-range mechas.At this time, countless light spots appeared out of thin air on the right side of the venue, and gathered together to form a black mech with a strong and wide body. It seemed that Zhong Louyu's opponent had chosen a melee mecha.

Anselm stood on the rostrum, calming all the uneasiness in his heart. The piloting of long-range mechas paid great attention to skills, and Zhong Louyu's opponent was a mecha warrior who had experienced many battles. An excellent mecha warrior, Ivy has already fallen behind in the selection of mechas.

It seems that his worry just now was because he was too nervous, maybe it was because the Eighth Army was about to fall into his hands, and he was overly excited.

The countdown to the match was suspended in mid-air. When the number returned to zero and the two sides could finally move, the red mecha's limbs moved abruptly. Without the control of external force, it almost lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.

The performance of the extreme novice caused a burst of ridicule in the auditorium, which obviously confirmed their image of the weak and powerless deputy general who only relied on currying favor with his superiors.

The black mecha obviously didn't have the habit of showing mercy to its opponents. It rushed in front of the red mecha with dexterous movements that were not attached to its huge body. Its huge and powerful arms pounded heavily on the fragile waist, and at the same time released the small shells on its wrists. Seeing the red mecha's waist glowing with flames, it was directly sent flying into the air.

The red mech was still moving strangely in mid-air. It neither blocked the black mech's combo attack nor tried to balance its body. Instead, it kept waving its limbs. The weapon exploded around him like fireworks, and then a series of warning sounds sounded in the venue.

"Mecha damage rate 20%"

"Mecha damage rate 40%"

Ridicule and contempt came from every corner, and the voice of questioning the airborne lieutenant became louder and louder, almost drowning the entire venue.The performance of the red mecha is not even as good as that of a novice who has just learned to drive a mecha, so how can he lead the Eighth Army to resist the invasion of the Zerg.

The heroic Eighth Army does not recognize such a weak leader!

Zhong Louyu couldn't see the outside scene. Inside the virtual mecha, he could only see the huge arena and the black mecha. There were only avatars in the auditorium.The indication of the mech's damage level has been floating under the corner of his eyes, and he can see it when he turns his head. The enemy's attack is getting fiercer, as if they want to knock him down directly.

The red mech fell heavily to the ground, the creaking sound rang out again, and the damage degree increased again. The extremely realistic tremor was directly transmitted to Zhong Louyu's brain, and the control of his consciousness was almost separated for a moment.

The system was keenly aware of all this, and cried out anxiously: "Host! How are you! Let's abstain!"

"Don't be so noisy." Zhong Louyu's voice was as usual, he let out a light breath, and a soft laughter overflowed from his throat, "I already know how this thing is going to be manipulated."

"The next thing is much simpler."

An invisible coercion struck from the depths of his spirit, and a sudden calm appeared in the noisy meeting place.Those who can enter the Eighth Army are all elites, and the spiritual power of these elites is also strong enough. The powerful spiritual consciousness of the Mahayana demon cultivator swept the entire venue, and the huge oppressive force made the air sticky, making people breathless .

How is this going?

People's eyes unconsciously focused on the red mecha lying on the ground. The fuselage had already been smashed, and the flame-like surface was covered with virtual dust. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a loser.

It is almost conceivable that the failure of the long-range mecha was approached, but where did that powerful momentum come from?

All in all, it's not from this person, maybe it's General Anselm's aura?

The black mecha obviously didn't intend to wait for the red mecha to stand up. It lifted its foot, aimed at the enemy's weak point, and stomped down heavily. In an instant, the field was full of dust, but the expected word of the end of the game did not appear. .

Anselm's heart beat violently. He stood up, frowned, looking for the figure of the red mech, and fixed his eyes on the thin man sitting beside him.

Is the mental breakdown automatically offline?

A feeling of bewilderment spread throughout the venue.

In the blind spot where the black mecha couldn't see, a grayish red color appeared. Both hands quickly locked the head of the black mecha. I don't know what action was used, but there was a click, and the head of the black mecha was strangely crooked. On the side, a conspicuous mech damage indicator popped out.

"Mecha damage rate 30%"

"It feels pretty good." Zhong Louyu chuckled, his mental power was like a powerful big hand, covering every part of the red mecha, controlling the movement of the mecha like an arm.

After a successful blow, the red mecha didn't like to let it go. Instead, it briskly avoided the opponent's counterattack, and punched every weak point on the black mecha's body with force. That swift movement made it seem like a ghost, and there was nowhere to go. not there.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Strong became bloated, quick became dull.

The black mecha is like a clumsy bear, being played around, but no trace of the opponent can be found.There was only a series of beating sounds resounding around the body, and every time there was a sound, a sign of the degree of damage of the mecha would pop out from the top of the black mecha.

The venue gradually became quiet, and the minds of the onlookers were filled with unbelievable emotions. The identities of the black mecha and the red mecha seemed to have been switched by someone. Only brutally beaten.

Everything just now seemed to have been switched roles, the black mecha became the one who was hanged and beaten, while the red mecha killed everyone.

However, being able to be selected as a confidant by Anselm, the driver of the black mecha is also an elite man. After a series of blows, he finally caught the movement of the red mecha, and he punched it with full power. Attack on the red mecha.

Fist to fist, this is a manifestation of the performance of the mecha itself. Melee mechas have an incomparable advantage over long-range mechas. However, amidst everyone's dumbfounded, the arms of the black mecha suddenly snapped off, as if they were being crushed. It's like cutting something sharp, but when it touches the red mech, it's completely broken.

Zhong Louyu raised the corners of his lips, his experiment was successful.The mental power flowing inside the mecha created a virtual meridian in a short period of time. With the extreme control over the mecha, he can use less power to exert the maximum ability of the mecha, and even exert the machine A ability that A did not have.

The lingering invisible fist wind spread in the air, the black mecha seemed to be the most clumsy toy, it was dismantled completely in an instant, a series of reports of the damage of the mecha sprang out, under the dumbfounded gaze of the audience, The words "the end of the game" finally jumped out.

This was indeed an overwhelming battle as Anselm thought, but it was a pity that the winner was Zhong Louyu.

Zhong Louyu took off his helmet, he stood up, his eyes swept across the silent venue, and stayed on Anselm.

"The game is over, General Anselm." His voice was clear and light, and the loudspeaker on the rostrum spread throughout the venue, "You can announce the result now."

On the other side, the man who was sitting upright suddenly trembled and fell off the seat. The helmet fell off his head, revealing a dazed face.

"It seems...the captain's health is not in good shape." Zhong Louyu glanced lightly, "It's best to call a military doctor."