Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Dealing with the opponent, the longer the time, the more troublesome it became. His patchwork mecha couldn't handle too much time, only a swift battle would offer a chance.


The moment the force field was breached, Monkey's chip activated as well.


The world seemed incredibly slow at that moment; Monkey could see every reaction of his opponent, evading each retaliatory move with precise counters, until finally grabbing the opponent's neck and crushing their condensation pipe, followed by yanking out the cockpit.


In Monkey's perception, this stretch of time lasted a full minute.


After finishing, Monkey's mecha emitted large amounts of steam, a minute's overload control pushing it to the brink of collapse.


However, he had calculated the timing precisely. It wasn't his first time dismantling a Morning Star with bare hands. He knew every weakness of the opponent's mecha.


So, despite the apparent gap in strength on paper, Monkey wasn't afraid of the actual fight.


Chapter 213: Comprehensive Upgrade (Part 2)_2