Counterfeit Hero Chapter 1021 98: Capture

Nobody expected that, at just the first encounter, the Fatty who leaped out of the booth, running and shouting, making a commotion noisier than a New Year's celebration, and attracting everyone's attention with such a grand and dazzling entrance, would just... collapse like that....

The audience on the stands were all stunned, their minds blank, as were the people in the booth.

Zhang Pengcheng and a group of Chuckna officers clutched the balcony railings tightly, their eyes practically popping out. Margaret covered her mouth, eyes wide open, pale and in disbelief. Carolina gritted her teeth, her expression complex, her eyes flickering. Cheng Zhixuan showed a trace of schadenfreude.

But the one most unprepared was Anmon!

During the battle against the three [Rangers], he had long noticed the Fatty's every move. When the Fatty charged over, his first feeling was a severe threat!

Before his transformation, Anmon was just a Sixth-level cha Warrior with a hand speed of thirty-five actions. In terms of hand speed, compared to the abnormal speeds of fifty or sixty actions common on Mars Planet, he was nothing, and in terms of chanical control skills, even more so. What he relied on was a cha control system that took direct commands from his brain.

This control system turned the entire cha into part of his body; when he wanted his finger to move, the cha's finger would move, and when he wanted to run, the cha would run. The more trained the brain, the longer the ti spent in harmony with the cha, the more adept the control beca.

The sa cha actions, which ant complex control commands for other ch Knights, were rely a thought for him. The difference between them was vast.

When he first arrived on Mars, not only did Kubo not believe in his capabilities, Anmon himself was also sowhat unsure of his own strength.

After all, the illustrious na of Free World cha Fighting was familiar to any cha Warrior, having grown up with those legends.

However, when he easily defeated more than ten Tai Sect Knights, including Nakagawa Daiki, in one match, appearing invincible like a Heavenly God, what he saw was submission.

After that battle, neither he nor his cha harbored any doubt.

The feeling of mastering everything and looking down upon the heroes intoxicated him. He even had an impulse to pilot his cha, walk out, and challenge all the Mars cha Knights, just as the legend of the fifty bandit army ch Knights road Central City. But he wanted to do it more thoroughly; he wanted to roam Mars alone, to see more people submit!

This was why, when he was forcibly blocked by three young ch Knights using traditional control thods, it was like a giant wave was swept inside him.

He had given his all, but the opponents' cha moves far exceeded his imagination. He could defeat Nakagawa Daiki using the techniques from the chanical Control Standards, but he couldn't defeat these three young ch Knights who had reached another level in their techniques.

What terrified him even more was that every ti he was about to finish off one of the cha, there always seed to be a mysterious force causing him to lose balance, tightening the grip, watching helplessly as the prey slipped away ti after ti. If not for [Judgent] being strong enough, several tis he almost failed under this force's interference.

The three green chas with their big bellies were spinning rapidly around him, each with the sa tallic mask on its head: a fat face with an eternal mocking smile.

This smile drove him mad in the face of his repeated futile attempts.

When he saw the owner of that face personally piloting the cha towards him, Anmon, ensnared in the ever-tightening entanglent of the three chas, already had an ominous premonition.

He didn't understand what that force was, only appearing at crucial monts, yet able to bind him from start to finish. He didn't know how high these three young ch Knights' chanical control skills were. He didn't know how many such ch Knights and chas existed in this world.

He only knew that although he possessed power beyond this era, he underestimated his opponents and fell into a large net. He desperately wanted to report all this to the Judgent Legion, to the Imperial Army Departnt! The Judgent Legion, previously thought to have no opponents, seemingly already faced a rival. Nobody knew how many the bandit army had, but the Judgent Legion had only a little over two hundred people!

This was such crucial intelligence...... but if he couldn't leave here in a few minutes, everything would be futile.

When the green cha, big bellied, charged, he struck.

Using a nearly mutually destructive thod!

At that mont, he even prepared to switch his consciousness, withdrawing from the cha and regaining control of his body. His hand, soaked in warm nutrient liquid, tightly gripped the cha's self-destruct device switch. Just a gentle rotation to the right, and the cha, which must not fall into anyone's hands, would beco a heap of scrap iron.

[Judgent] was designed with a precise self-destruct device from the beginning. Due to executing various tasks, often encountering scanner checks, this self-destruct device is not explosive but a combination of chanical violence and high temperature. Once activated, it will instantly destroy the crucial systems inside the cha.