What can be done, naturally, will not be a mecha in the first place.

In the luxury box, countless status bars appeared on the virtual light screen that popped up Tang Lang's personal brain, and in the shocked eyes of Anji and the man in black, the virtual light screen was magnified in front of Tang Lang.

Tang Lang's hands covered the virtual keyboard control panel displayed in the virtual light screen.

The Navajo Kingdom also has remote control mecha technology, but in the absence of cranial nerve connection wires, it can only use the ancient keyboard control hundreds of years ago. The remote control technology displayed by Tang Lang was not enough to surprise these two silver-level mecha warriors, they were just wondering what this little mechanic wanted to do.

Of course, this kind of remote control certainly does not have the ability of Tang Lang to personally pilot the mecha, at most it is only at the level of seventy percent of the mecha that he personally operates.

And the biggest drawback of this remote control mode is that it cannot be used in the battlefield where electronic warfare is extremely fierce.

And the enemy will never give such a mild battlefield environment as a remotely controlled mecha, so the remote control mecha technology may have a small number of applications on the battlefield, but the number is not as much as imagined.

Now, however, this is not a brutal battlefield with all kinds of electromagnetic signals and gunsmoke.

However, it is the best place for Tang Lang to rely on the data link set up by the hob meat to remotely control the mecha.

The crowd of onlookers was dumbfounded.

At the moment when the "Eagle Strike" rushed towards Liu Lang's mecha at high speed, Tang Wushi's magnetic engine ignited and started, and there was a buzzing sound, and then the eyes on the mecha head burst out with two blue rays.

It's faint and creepy in an instant!

It's like, a giant beast, awakened from its slumber.

The arms of the mecha machine suddenly opened, and the steel exoskeleton that was originally shackled to the joints of the Tang warriors collapsed inch by inch.

The cloak that was originally used for fun on the body was torn apart by the shattered bone fragments, and the pieces of cloth were like flying flowers at the moment of falling, revealing the slender lines of the Tang warrior mecha.

"Eagle Strike" came close in the midst of this jaw-dropping transformation that made countless people stunned, and blasted out metal fists as black as ink.

The fist wind was like thunder, and it resounded in the center of the stage in the roar of countless people.

And the Tang warrior, who revealed his true body, staggered slightly, stretched out his mechanical arms, but instead of blocking, he moved from bottom to top, holding and caressing, and wrapped his fists with great force.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, such a gentle confrontation with the fierceness that can hammer through the cliff is just as ridiculous as a mantis arm, but perhaps only the mecha master in Eagle Strike knows how clever the opponent without a mecha master is.

Most of the power of the "Eagle Strike" was skillfully removed, not to mention, under the arm traction of the mecha that was obviously smaller than the fuselage, he was vaguely unable to control the mecha's footsteps, and his entire center of gravity was leaning forward.

Under the shock, a pair of mechanical feet suddenly exerted force, trying to stabilize the mecha first.

But perhaps his opponent was waiting for him to do this, taking advantage of this gap, the small fuselage, which was originally nearly three meters shorter, also sank suddenly, using his shoulder as a hammer, and hit it fiercely, right on the front chest of the "Eagle Strike" mecha, and pushed it back seven or eight meters in a row.

The breastplate that was most heavily protected by the mecha division was smashed and dented, and you can imagine how big the blow of that shoulder hit the "Eagle Strike", and naturally you can also know what kind of impact the closely protected mecha warriors will suffer later.

Perhaps, dizziness is already an extremely good result.

Because it happened so fast.

In everyone's eyes, it was like an eagle striking at him, and the clown-like mecha before was just shaken all over, and then with a blow, it smashed the latest mecha of the Condor Group that had been like an eagle flying for nine days.

The drop is really not ordinarily large.

In the venue of nearly 100,000 people, the needle drop could be heard.

Scarlett's charming face with makeup on her beautiful face was wide open.

Count Varro, who originally had an indifferent expression, had already stood up from the seat in the box, and it was precisely because he himself was also a powerful silver-level mecha warrior that he knew how he fought in that brief moment just now, and what level of mobility did the little mechanic's mecha at the Greenstone Flower Venue burst out at this moment!?

It's not that he can't do it, but it's not that he can't do it by plugging in the cranial nerve wires.

Not to mention this remote control.

There would never be anyone in that mech.

And the controller himself definitely has a strong enough level of mecha control, otherwise, it is impossible to make such technical and tactical actions.

Countless people's eyes widened, like a large area of lake frogs with bulging eyes on the edge of a pond on a summer night.

The mecha that was dressed like a clown just now, at this time, he actually had the demeanor of a super soldier who can repel a strong enemy with one punch.

The grassroots counterattack is nothing more than that.

Viscount Dulan, who also returned to the stage, was already dumbfounded. The press conference that he cited as the finale had such an unacceptable change. Looking at the eagle strike that had been sunken in his chest and looked extremely embarrassed, he could already imagine the anger in Count Varro's eyes without seeing it with his own eyes, and for a while, he only felt top-heavy.

Surprised, shocked. Speechless. This tranquility was evident in the surrounding venues.

Then, there was a small uproar.

Could it be that this is a sales gimmick played by the Condor Group? The real finale is this small mecha that is only 7 meters tall? The secret weapon of the Condor Group?

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And the pilot who piloted the "Eagle Strike" mecha was obviously stunned, but this short sluggishness was only less than a second, and he reacted instantly. He was almost knocked out by his opponent with a punch, by an unmanned mech.

It's no longer a matter of shame or shame, but it's about not letting people eat!

Although with his bronze mecha warrior's control level, he suffered a loss, and when he put away the light enemy, he also had a good battle with the mecha in front of him.

But he clearly has a more important goal. He had been waiting for this day for no less than ten years, and finally waited for such an opportunity.

The "Eagle Strike", which was taking advantage of the continuous retreat, did not launch a counterattack against the Tang warriors, but made an unbelievable move unexpectedly by Tang Lang.

The mechanical legs slammed on the ground, and the huge fuselage instantly fell back seven or eight steps, and then clicked on the ground, and the fuselage spun like a dance, facing the luxurious private room area where the location of the venue was most prominent.

Out of the instinct of a warrior, Tang Lang's hairs stood on end in an instant.

Then, I saw this Eagle Strike mecha raise its mechanical arm, and the magnetic energy cannon muzzle on the mechanical arm popped out, pointing to the largest and most luxurious box.

It was not the box where Anji and Tang Lang were, it was the position of the city lord of Qianshan City, the great nobleman who was the marquis. Although Angie was the spokesperson of King Negus and should have sat there, out of respect for the actual controller of the kingdom's commercial center, Angie took the initiative to give up the box.

Anji and the man in black changed color at the same time, although the target was not them, but the city gate was on fire, and it was inevitable that the pond fish would be affected.

If there is a mecha, they are naturally not afraid, but without the steel behemoth, under the power of the magnetic cannon, they are silver-level mecha warriors, and they are probably not much stronger than ordinary people.

Viscount Dulan was so frightened that his mind went blank.

The magnetic cannon system of the Eagle Strike Mecha should have been directly blocked, but at this time, I don't know why, it was unlocked. And what's worse is that if the Marquis City Lord is killed with a single bombardment, even if the Condor Group climbs to the high branch of the Carter family, I am afraid it will not be able to save them.

At this time, the energy cannon muzzle above the mecha's right arm began to glow with the heat of the energy field.

Angie and the man in black were about to fly out almost immediately.

But they didn't move in their seats after all, because they all had a clear understanding in their heads, and when that magnetic energy bombarded them, the temperature in a radius of more than ten meters in the target direction would be as high as thousands of degrees, and everything would melt. Whether they run away or not, it doesn't make much sense.

Now, they can only pray that the one is accurate enough. Anyway, it's not them.

But in their peripheral vision, they saw a standing figure, motionless.

Little mechanic Liu Lang!

Hands flicked over the virtual keyboard on the virtual screen.

Just as the light of the energy muzzle of the Eagle Strike Mecha was about to be destroyed, a metal cold light suddenly flashed in the sky, and the magnetic energy muzzle that popped out of the mechanical arm of the Eagle Strike Mecha was cut off by an alloy blade that arrived in time.

The Tang warrior with the alloy blade was like an assassin who followed him like a shadow, and after a successful blow, the body turned from the side and slashed out again.

The hearts of the nobles who were pointed at by the magnetic cannon fell from mid-air, but sweat was also pouring down on their foreheads. They knew that if there was no such knife, I am afraid that some of you would not have had the opportunity to sweat. And even if they don't die, if the Marquis City Lord dies, they will not be able to get rid of it more or less, and the follow-up troubles will be worse than death.

Seeing that his energy cannon was destroyed, the mecha master who piloted the "Eagle Strike" was furious, and the terrifying control of the bronze-level mecha warrior was displayed, the eagle strike connected the dots on the ground, the body flipped and took off, and the chain kicked out the feet heavier than Qianjun, one kick flew the Tang Samurai alloy blade, and the other hit the Tang Samurai waist who was relatively slower than its control.

Both mechs rolled out.

In the huge uproar, the surrounding audience couldn't figure out what was going on?

The Eagle Strike Mecha burst out with the strength to repel the Tang Warrior, and he didn't know what resentment he had against the City Lord, so he had to distance himself before rushing towards the box area where the venue was located.

Originally, at this time, the most important thing for the nobles who had staggered by the line of life and death was to flee and leave through the escape passages set up in each box. But there is no need now, the moment the Eagle Strike Mecha Energy Cannon is ejected, the venue security mechanism has been activated, and the mecha guards responsible for the security of the venue have begun to assemble under the box.

Without a long-range weapon, if you still want to complete your plan, you can only rush over.

But apparently, it is destined to be impossible.

Up to a dozen mechs were gathering in this direction, and the Tang warriors pounced again.

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