A few Chuckna warriors turned back and saw a group of mixed soldiers slouching with their guns, looking rather nonchalant, and couldn’t help but feel anger rising in their hearts. Each let out a cold snort, turned around, passed through the communication trench, and ran towards the shelter trench. The battle had reached such a point that no one expected to return alive. These mixed soldiers in blue uniforms, even on the brink of death, were still playing petty tricks—they deserved to die!
The Chuckna soldiers scattered. The ones who remained were Nash, Sunx Ping, Feng Laos, Jonathan, and Shen Ming.
The first four were full of doubts, yet vaguely hoped for sothing. Shen Ming squatted on the side, arms folded, watching coldly. He was keen to see what kind of show this Fatty intended to put on with a repair arm lacking schematics and data.
Fatty attached the repair arm to his right forearm and flipped the switch. Seeing the green light of the repair arm turn on, three bandit army chanics familiar with Fatty’s control skills held their breath, not daring to make a sound. Eyes full of expectation glistened brightly.
Fatty took a deep breath, and gently moved the fingers of his right hand.
The protective cover of the chanical arm slid open with a "zu" sound, and four chanical arms suddenly sprang out from the chanical arm. Like octopus tentacles, they flexibly reached into the ch body’s holes...
With sparks flying, Shen Ming suddenly stood up!
Fatty’s left hand danced on the chanical arm’s computer keyboard. Intersecting lines and data appeared on the small screen of the repair arm. The chanical arms, weaving phantoms, dazzled the eyes and made it hard to follow.
Witnessing this scene, Nash and the others appeared as if they had seen dusa’s face, all turning to stone.
"Grandmaster-level chanic..." a lost voice sounded in their ears. Turning back, they found Shen Ming’s eyes had already glazed over, his face flushed red as he murmured like he was in a trance.
The drive assembly inside the ch’s belly hole was opened by two chanical arms, while the other two chanically pressed lightly to fix the gear set that was about to jump out in place. Then, the chanical hand at the forefront lightly dialed, clicked, welded, and riveted... Brief monts later, with the last nut tightened, the entire drive assembly looked brand new.
Next, Fatty’s chanical arm turned again, now focusing on the kinetic energy storage at the ch’s chest. Equally unhesitating, the chanical arm moving faster than the eye could see, took parts and circuit boards from the hole, reshaped, repaired, welded, and placed each piece back. The once chaotic wires now beca clear and orderly through the flexible chanical hand.
Every eyeball present followed Fatty’s hand in circles.
No one could quite describe the Chuckna people’s shock and awe at that mont—because of Fatty’s incomprehensible control, and Shen Ming’s dry yet imnsely impactful "Grandmaster-level chanic"!
The world contained thousands recognized as master-level chanics, but only a scant few hundred were dubbed grandmasters. They were treasures, kept in military academies, top-secret research institutes! None expected one would be squatting in a bomb-charred ch trench!
Shen Ming never lied. Nor did he make hasty judgnts. His obsession with and dedication to chanics, his in-depth seriousness and stubbornness, all ensured the weight of every word he said!
In this world, none understood Shen Ming better than Nash and the others. Right is right, wrong is wrong. Compromise never existed in Shen Ming’s dictionary! It was the essence of a technician, forged and tempered into steel over countless trials.
Shen Ming watched Fatty’s repair arm in fascination. This silver-white contraption, once so familiar was now brought to life. It was Fatty who bestowed vitality unto it.
Prior to this, Shen Ming had repaired thousands of drive assemblies and kinetic storage units, believing his skills ranked among the best in the chanical Armor Team or even the entire crew of chanic soldiers. Yet today, his professional pride as a chanic was shattered by everything happening before him!
If Fatty took under three minutes to repair a drive assembly with relatively minor damage, Shen Ming could still accept it. But, for the intricately complex kinetic energy storage, when forty percent damaged, Fatty managed to fix it within five minutes—it left Shen Ming disbelieving his own eyes. More unbelievable still was that all this was done without schematics for the repair arm.
Shen Ming clutched the storage unit in his hand as if holding scalding charcoal. An unparalleled sha mingled with his fervent blood, rushing straight to his head.
Fatty continued to focus on repairing the ch.
This wasn’t the first ch he repaired, nor the best one, but to him, it was certainly the most important one! Everybody’s life on this battlefield depended on this ch. The mont he saw the ch, he knew survival ant using everything he’s got!
His movents carried elegance, akin to a skilled butcher with flowing grace. The damaged areas of the ch visibly healed before the naked eye at almost impossible speed.
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