The Undying Mecha Emperor

KABOOM!!

My super enhanced movement system that almost reached the boundaries of gold mecha standard exploded to life and flung me forward with extreme speed.

In less than a blink of an eye, I covered a hundred meters.

Swoosh BOOMMM!!

I swung my Scythe forward in a high speed, sweeping sideways attack that broke the sound barrier in an instant.

However, my attack hit nothing but air as Quesera Giannis easily avoided my attack with a perfectly timed back step powered by her own ferociously powerful movement system.

"You must be that trash from the junkyard." Quesera Giannis said calmly.

The fact that she said it in an as a matter of fact voice made her words cut deeper and triggered my fury like nothing before.

BA-DUMP

BA-DUMP

BA-DAAAMMMM!!!

By that time, my red mecha core was very familiar with my trigger points, and just like clockwork, as soon as my anger spiked, it went into overdrive and unleashed a full fifty percent of its power, instantly propelling me into a gold mecha grade fighter.

A golden mecha is a truly fearsome creation. At its peak, it contained the nuclear explosive strength that was capable of bringing an entire continent to ruins.

With just fifty percent of my upgraded red mecha core, I was already able to reach such great heights!

And against a mere peak white mecha, I was truly like a dragon going up against a cute puppy.

The only thing was, it wasn't just your normal cute puppy. It was a puppy with a powerful rocket strapped to it.

It was blazing fast!

And despite my much greater power, I did not yet have the system that would allow me to properly harness that power and wield it properly.

In car terms, I was probably a 900 horse power race car that only had a tachometer that went up to five thousand revolutions.

In a battle of strength, I was able to explode out and ruin every single white mecha into ashes easily.

But in a battle of finesse, I was completely outclassed.

"Damn it! I need to absorb a golden mecha's software and systems as soon as possible!" I cursed loudly. "This mecha is far too powerful for my set of controls. Let me trim it down to triple a peak white mecha's output. That way, I will be still strong enough and agile enough to fight this Quesera Bitch!"

I immediately put my words to action, and my power dropped by many, many times.

And as I expected, as soon as my power dropped, my combat efficiency actually rose.

I was no longer a dragon in front of a cute little puppy, but an oversized wolf!

And against a hyper fast little puppy with a rocket strapped to its back, an oversized wolf was perfect.

Wham! Wham! Boom!!!

We exchanged a quick series of probing attacks to roughly gain a rough gauge of how strong each other was, and we both came out in awe of each other after that.

Not that we revealed it directly.

"The Mecha Disciple truly lives up to its name, and even more! You must be really special to be entrusted with Deathscythe. But remember, the higher you go, the harder you fall. Today, I will make you savor the taste of falling from your great height!" Quesera said cooly in an indirect praise for me.

"You're good. But you talk far too damn much. Your head will be my most prestigious trophy in my personal hangar." I sneered at her and praised her slightly more directly.

After I said those words, just for an instant, I wondered if this Quesera girl was someone who was somewhere around my age.

But I quickly dispelled such insane thoughts.

"How could she be? She did call big bro her teacher, but she's probably a twenty year old or something." I thought right before I launched another flurry of attacks at her.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every attack I sent out was so overpoweringly forceful that it actually pushed her at least a couple of steps back.

"I may not be the most skilled fighter out there, but I should be enough to hold my own." I continued to think rather smugly after we rapidly exchanged a couple hundred hits and sent her retreating for several kilometers back.

But alas, I was sorely mistaken.

As soon as most of the kids were out of sight, she suddenly shifted gears.

"I am giving my teacher face by not humiliating you publicly in front of him and his students. But now that we are far from most of the eyes upon us... this farce ends here." Quesera said quietly.

And then, like a full blown tornado developing right before my eyes, I could only stare in horror as she sped up again and again and again and again until she became a complete blur!

It would be good to note right here that I was capable of reaching her speed right there as well. But as I said before, I was not able to harness such power!

There was no point going so fast if I were to miss every single attack I make by a mile!

But there she was, straddling the beast that was speed, and very efficiently manipulating it with even worse systems than I had, and making her hits land at me accurately over and over again!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Her attacks landed on me like so many massive sledgehammers falling upon me from the sky.

If I was not the freak that I was, I doubt I would have survived three of her attacks.

"No wonder big bro said that I might never reach her level of skill. She truly is a monster!" I thought with a frown. "I am already a mega freak who had absorbed not only mechas, but also Horse Gavarels! And then, I was even purified by Princess Augustine! My physical reflexes and response time are second to none! But why the hell is she able to do what I can't?"

I strained my senses to see just how she was doing it, to see if I could discover some sort of secret.

But there was none.

She was simply physically maneuvering her sword arm in perfect sync with her body each split second she passed me by, and allowed the sword to brush past my mecha.

She was also able to accurately balance out the recoil from her attack and factor that into her stability while flying round me!

She was a monster!!

But alas for her, monster or not, there I was, standing solidly like a rock after tens, then hundreds of attack.

And to make things much worse for her, I was completely undamaged!

Just who was the monster?

Vreeeeee!!

After a couple hundred attacks, she finally stopped.

Not that she had given up, but because her greatsword and her massive shield had been completely destroyed.

She landed on the ground heavily and flung her sword and shield away.

"Are you truly completely undamaged?" She asked with a slight pant. That two hundred strike high speed attack sequence had drained a lot from her, and she was probably fatigued.

"Hahaha! Is that all you've got, weakling from the Military High Command? If so, then it's my turn! Take this!!" I shouted as I burst ahead and struck at her with my Scythe.

As before, she avoided my attack easily.

But after studying her attack style and stood at the receiving end for two hundred full attacks, I would be the world's greatest dumbass if I did not learn a single thing.

And I was no fool.

In fact, I thought I did pretty well.

Although I did not fully replicate her attack style, I got quite close to it.

And with a Scythe, no less!

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

It took me less than fifty strikes to bring her down.

Actually, two hits would have done the job.

But that Quesera Giannis was a real demoness. She was really good at dodging!

I missed a full forty eight attacks and was about to despair before landing a beyond lucky hit on her which threw her balance off for a split second and allowed me to land a second hit to finish her off.

Bam!!

Her broken mecha landed heavily on the ground.

Vroo! Vroo!

Instantly, two mechas hiding in stealth which even I failed to detect revealed themselves in the sky and landed gently next to her.

One of them bent down to pick her up, and the other turned to face me.

No, not me, my big bro.

He had instantly made his way to stand in front of me the second the two mechas went out of stealth.

"Bruce Pang, esteemed Principal of the National Mecha Pilot Academy. Your research and development team has done it again." The second mecha congratulated him sincerely.

"No." My big bro replied without even bothering to listen to his question.