Weapon: +10 Planetary-Grade High-Energy Mecha-Power Gauntlet (Left) (Special Enchantment Effect: Additional +6) Status: Hungry (**Metal Lifeform is ravenous.
Feed it equipment immediately, or its growth will be negatively impacted, or in extreme cases, it may devour the currently attached equipment.) (Irrelevant descriptions omitted) Base Attack Power: 3060 points Equipment Bonus +10, Boosting Additional Base Attack Power: 300600 points +4 Additional Attribute Bonus: Increases the activation chance of the weapon's inherent skills (Uppercut, Over-the-Shoulder Throw) by 10% (Fixed) +7 Additional Attribute Bonus: (Temporarily Drawn, disappears when the **Metal Lifeform is dismissed) The Inch Punch!! This ability is a derivative of the Uppercut, an incredibly potent martial art technique that channels all the body’s strength into a single strike at lightning speed, dealing devastating damage to the enemy in a flash! Inch Punch Damage Calculation: 200 fixed damage + Attacker Strength X 2 (This damage is True Damage).
The Inch Punch has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
Because it demands immense physical fortitude from the wielder, every activation inflicts 150 points of damage upon the user.
+10 Additional Attribute Bonus (Temporarily Drawn, disappears when the **Metal Lifeform is dismissed): Final Impact! This allows the Inch Punch to be charged before release.
Charging for four seconds generates the terrifying Final Impact! Final Impact Damage Calculation: 200400 fixed damage + Attacker Strength X (24) points of True Damage.
If Final Impact is charged for five seconds, all damage dealt is counted as True Damage, with the final data being: 400 + Attacker Strength X 4! Warning: The user may interrupt the charge at any time to unleash an Inch Punch, with attack power scaled by the charge duration.
However, if attacked during the charge, a backlash occurs: the user suffers damage equal to the theoretical damage they would have inflicted on the target.
Therefore, without absolute certainty, do not solely pursue the terrifying power of Final Impact.
Otherwise, it is easy for the enemy to seize the five-second charging window to turn the tables.
Note: It seems a certain powerful figure who mastered the Chinese martial art of Wing Chun once fell to the ignominy of being a hapless interstellar miner...
His lingering essence is nevertheless etched into the components of these gauntlets.
Fang Senyan slammed a fist heavily into Roganvald's face.
This was a punch through which Fang Senyan unleashed the turbulent emotions raging within him! It was a punch born from the immense power erupting under the agony searing his waist! It was a crushing blow driven by 103 points of pure might, theoretical attack power exceeding five hundred points! Berserkers were never renowned for their defense, especially after fighting the Aces squad; how could they emerge unscathed? As Fang Senyan’s fist smashed down, Roganvald’s nose immediately ruptured like a squashed tomato under a truck tire, bursting open with a satisfying smack! Red, black, and white sprayed across his face.
This single blow even muffled Roganvald’s scream in his throat.
Simultaneously, Lamb and Borth, positioned in a triangular formation, swung their razor-sharp daggers and short swords, etching lines of malice from behind and to Fang Senyan’s flank.
Though their attacks never missed their mark, they felt their critical hit chance noticeably suppressed.
More bizarrely, every time their blades connected, it felt like striking tempered steel, sending a jarring numbness up their wrists!!! Borth was pathologically obsessive; once he attacked, he was relentless, like a dog clinging to its prey, refusing to relent.
Thus, he continued to chase and attack like a mad dog, unwilling to ease up.
Lamb, however, preferred to calculate his retreat before acting.
He subtly eased his pace, checking the combat log, only to discover his attacks were continuously nullified.
Given his decent perception and talent bonuses, he abandoned direct assault and focused entirely on activating his detection ability.
Discovering the truth, he nearly spat blood: "Your normal attack dealt a theoretical damage of 206 points to the enemy, reduced by 40% due to Contactor Mutual Attack Penalty, resulting in 124 points, further reduced by the opponent's defense mitigation, yielding 48 points.
Due to an unknown reason, the actual damage you inflicted upon the enemy was...
5 points." "Your Backstab (Critical Hit) dealt a theoretical damage of 874 points, reduced by 40% due to Contactor Mutual Attack Penalty, resulting in 524 points, further reduced by the opponent's defense mitigation, yielding 268 points.
Due to an unknown reason, the actual damage you inflicted upon the enemy was...
68 points." "This...
what kind of monster is this guy?!" Lamb's heart and fingers trembled in unison.
Honestly, the 40% Contactor Mutual Attack Penalty was within Lamb's expectations.
This man before them was clearly an anomaly; otherwise, why would 'That Excellency' set such a deliberate trap? It was understandable that this man called 'Sailor' possessed the defense of an MT (Main Tank).
But...
but!!! What did 'due to an unknown reason' even mean!! Lamb did not know who Yue Wumu was, but his current feeling must mirror Marshal Yue's upon hearing the charge of 'unsubstantiated rumor'—Mo Xu You.
At that very moment, Roganvald had already absorbed three full blows from Fang Senyan.
To be a Berserker, one needed long life points to afford the 'Frenzy'; otherwise, they'd likely perish before they could even enter that state.
Pain was the Berserker's wellspring of power.
Roganvald, with his nasal bridge shattered, roared in agony, hoisting his dark-gold great-hammer to bring it crashing down on Fang Senyan’s head.
Fang Senyan actually buried his head, choosing to absorb this blow! After taking the hammer strike, blood vessels in Fang Senyan’s eyes began to show.
He suddenly stepped forward, his right foot stomping down like a lead weight, kicking up the already settling icy-blue snow dust into a swirling vortex! Among that dust might be the ashes of Mogansha's body... "Watch me, Mogansha...
watch how I avenge you.
Everyone here dies today!!" Every muscle in Fang Senyan's body tensed.
His pupils instantly narrowed to slits, like the cold, instinct-driven eyes of a V-Raptor.
A faint blue light radiated from him; the V-Raptor hormone injection had been triggered! Fang Senyan drove a heavy punch into Roganvald’s abdomen.
The dull thud alone sent an uncontrollable wave of nausea through observers.
Roganvald’s eyes bulged like brass bells, blood weeping from his gums.
He roared and counter-attacked with a knee strike, but Fang Senyan’s speed was now unbelievably fast! A heavy left hook whistled down from above, striking the knee like a sledgehammer, shattering the patella into fragments.
The man shrieked, realizing the situation was dire.
He flickered suddenly, his form blurring with afterimages as he teleported three meters back, instantly retreating behind a nearby car.
Roganvald’s maneuver had a very short cooldown of only ten seconds and ignored terrain, making it useful for sudden advances or desperate escapes on the battlefield.
But Fang Senyan kicked the car in front of him.
The vehicle tumbled away, and Fang Senyan roared, driving a straight right into the car's chassis.
The vehicle shot forward, carrying Roganvald along with it for over ten meters.
Before Roganvald could even hit the ground, Fang Senyan activated the Minotaur Eyes' Horned Rage, chasing after him with breathtaking speed! By the time Roganvald painfully clawed his way out of the wrecked car carcass, Fang Senyan seemed to have anticipated him, waiting at the spot having started behind! He spun rapidly, driving his clenched right fist straight forward.
The instant the fist met the enemy, time itself seemed to pause briefly, as if the enemy were magnetically drawn into the path of the blow! Then, the fist buried itself deep into the enemy’s bones and viscera! The power coiled within it erupted completely! Inch, Punch! This single strike launched Roganvald’s burly frame, weighing nearly one hundred and ten kilograms, backward with a heavy thud against the wall behind him.
The section of the wall supporting his back fractured into a spiderweb pattern.
Roganvald’s eyes were now violently distended; he had slipped into a near-death state.
Just as he began to slump, a timed bomb seemed to detonate inside him, blowing his body apart into a cloud of bloody pulp! The first explosion was the Inch Punch’s fixed 200 points of damage; the second was the 206 points of True Damage derived from Fang Senyan's 103 Strength, detonating within Roganvald’s body.
Fang Senyan watched the stream of data flow across his retina: "You have killed one Awakened (Unknown ID), rewarding 6 Merit Points." "As this was a team engagement, please distribute the Merit Points amongst yourselves." "Your maximum cumulative Slaughter Merit Points achievable in this world is 30 points.
If this limit is exceeded, allocated points will be voided and not returned.
Please distribute with caution." "Random Kill Reward selection commencing.
The reward will be generated randomly from the equipment possessed by the slain Contactor and randomly assigned to a member of your team." "Reward extraction process requires a brief wait time.
Commencing data rollback calculation for the slain enemy...
Please wait patiently." A flicker crossed Fang Senyan's lips—whether a sneer or a smile, it was hard to tell.
In that instant, he was hammered by three ranged Colonizers lying in ambush in the distance, swallowed by smoke and fire.
But when the haze cleared, he stood unwavering, raising a throat-slitting gesture toward the distance: "Don't rush.
It will soon be your turn." The insane fervor radiating off Fang Senyan at this peak had now reached its zenith, threatening to eclipse everyone present! (To be continued) RQ
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