Reinhardt was caught off guard and momentarily overwhelmed, changing forms midair, fumbling around yet barely managing to dodge most of the missiles and energy cannons. However, two missiles still struck the Judger. Only hearing two loud explosions, "boom boom", the left chest and abdomen of the Judger were consecutively hit.
The violent explosion left the Judger covered in dust and dirt. Nearly four thousand units of the energy shield were instantly shaved off by one-third.
"This bastard is really tough," Fatty’s face jiggled in fury and hatred, as he wailed and lunged forward, "I’ll fight you to the end!"
Reinhardt, scarcely managing to stand firm amidst the vehement explosion, had no time to adjust his balance before lifting his head to see a massive figure lunging at him like a swallow swooping into a forest.
"Bang!" The dilapidated mecha, in an exceedingly indecent manner, hugged the Judger tightly. The surrounding crowd stood agape, barely processing what was happening, as Fatty bashfully said, "Darling, look down!"
Before everyone’s eyes, a mechanical repair arm unexpectedly swung out from beneath the dilapidated mecha’s crotch, heading directly for Reinhardt’s abdomen. In a blink, it had dismantled the armor and casing of the Judger’s abdomen, probing inside.
Whether it was bandit army mecha pilots, the Judger, or the Suss Knight getting an almighty beatdown, they all had the same thought in their heads at that moment – this despicable Fatty was downright shameless!
Seeing the Judger about to be fatally assaulted by Fatty, a string of urgent metallic clinks filled the air. Enveloped in Fatty’s grasp, Reinhardt shoulder-topped and elbow-struck—escaping in the nick of time. His body soared, delivering a side kick imbued with furious winds, aimed at the dilapidated mecha’s head.
This kick was as fast as lightning.
Reinhardt had already been pushed to the limit by Fatty’s successive sly tricks; this strike was taken with wrath, unleashing the Judger’s ultimate performance!
The engine screamed, the control rods clacked rapidly, the mecha waist twisted and aided by quick contractive movements emitted sounds of metal cranking, and the fiery sweep of the leg breaking through the air—all showcased the unforgiving nature of this one kick.
Even the bandit army War Gods, with boundless information on Fatty, felt a twinge in their hearts, not to mention the Fei Alliance Officers before the SkyNet screen at the Phoenix City Command Center, who held a breathless vigil, hearts practically leaping to their throats.
Fatty displayed a simple, honest grin. The magnetic instrument activated, his mecha’s right arm traced a perfect circle through the air, an invisible force nudged the Judger’s side kick upwards.
The Judger’s kick missed and its force was directed upwards, the once stable center of gravity abruptly changed, and its entire body fell backwards like a ragged sack spinning midair. Just as Reinhardt was about to hit the ground, Fatty had already crouched forward, executing Monkey Stealing Peach, reaching for the Judger’s crotch.
From Reinhardt freeing his leg to Fatty using Monkey Stealing Peach, these sequences happened swiftly, leaving the crowd dazzled. What everyone couldn’t grasp was, given Reinhardt’s level, how could that airborne kick from the Judger exhibit such a basic error in balance. After all, Fatty’s right hand circle hadn’t even touched him.
In a flash, Fatty’s hand reached between the Judger’s legs, only to hear him coyly complain, "It itches terribly, give it to me."
Suddenly, a female officer burst out laughing, her face blushing thereafter. The crowd exchanged glances, caught between laughter and tears. Fatty’s posture, combined with his eager grab at the Judger’s crotch, painted an image of a lascivious harlot in the throes of desire, desperate for intense passion!
Some even doubted whether this Bandit Army Admiral was flirting with Reinhardt or if this was just his nature?!
Pushed by that familiar invisible force, Reinhardt panicked and hastily grounded his left foot, propelling himself in a flip midair, narrowly escaping Fatty’s Monkey Stealing Peach.
As he desperately dodged Fatty’s successive hook punch, stumbling backward over ten steps, he steadied himself, drenched in cold sweat!
Back at Sunset Mountain, he had been perturbed by this suddenly appearing force. Several bandit army Rangers had used this force to warp his movements, narrowly evading his otherwise guaranteed fatal strikes. And in these few minutes of battle with Fatty, he had twice been placed in peril by this force.
Evidently, Fatty wielded this force with more skill and cunning. During this encounter, he had only used it twice, yet both times the force subtly redirected a potentially devastating attack.
Reinhardt stared at Fatty circling him like a gopher, his expression shifting between suspicion and surprise.
The disarrayed vanguard of the Central Group stood—four dozen Judgers, now leaving only thirteen battered mechas desperately holding on amid bandit encirclement besides him.
The Judgers once thought their speed and skills unrivaled across the cosmos, yet against similarly formidable Devil Mechas, held no advantage. These surrounding shadows, akin to a flock of vultures, kept inflicting wounds upon them, forcing them to defend weariedly. At this rate, defeat was but inevitable.