In the black mecha, Xu Mo's eyes became more solemn and he entered the best fighting state.

"Bang." The mecha ejected energy and slid forward at high speed. The sword was raised horizontally and slashed diagonally.

In this case, it will be difficult for the opponent to dodge with micro-movements.

But the moment Xu Mo's arm was slashed out, the silver mecha didn't dodge at all, or even retreat, but moved forward in the opposite direction.

The high-speed gliding mecha suddenly stopped moving forward, but the silver mecha suddenly accelerated forward.

The two mechas were misaligned.

The silver mecha's left arm hit the black mecha's right arm under the shoulder, directly deforming Xu Mo's movements and blocking the sword.

"Bang..." Xu Mo was knocked back again.

The two confrontations were exactly the same.

In the past, it was Xu Mo who treated others like this.

Now, it's someone else's turn to deal with him.

What's even more frightening is that the opponent's mecha is empty-handed.

Xu Mo took a deep breath.

He rushed out again.

This time, the silver mecha also ran towards him.

Not gliding, but running.

That indomitable momentum made Xu Mo feel that he was not facing an elderly man, but a brave man charging on the battlefield.

Xu Mo's movements were very fast. Even when he was driving a mecha, he still maintained extremely high-precision operation and sensitivity.

But this time, everything seemed to have failed.

He was pressed and beaten.

The silver mecha hit him again and again, causing the black mecha to retreat again and again. He received countless punches.

And he didn't hit the opponent with a single blow.

Complete abuse!

With another loud noise, Xu Mo's mecha fell, sprawled on the ground.

In the control room of the mecha, Xu Mo stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Is it really possible to control a mecha to such a terrifying degree?

He thought that he was already very strong in mecha skills.

But at this moment, he was doubting himself.

Could it be that the level of those in the underground world was so terrible that he had the illusion that he was very powerful?

In fact, his level is very poor?

Next to them, Ye Qingdie and Xiao Qi were also shocked.

Especially Xiao Qi, who looked at Xu Mo who fell on the ground with his mouth wide open.

Brother Mo is his idol, he is invincible.

At this moment, being tortured with blood!

Too miserable.

He never thought that Xu Mo would be so miserable.

This old man is a bit perverted.

I saw the old man walking out of the mecha.

Xiao Qi and the others kept staring at him.

He still looks like an ordinary old man, with nothing special about him. He wears simple clothes and has short hair. He looks to be in his sixties.

But it was such an unattractive old man who brought Xu Mo down.

Let’s use the mecha that Xu Mo is proud of.

Xu Mo got up from the ground and walked out of the mecha.

He looked at the old man with a little more respect in his eyes.

"Old sir." Xu Mo called out and asked, "Is my mecha level very bad?"

"Let's pass the exam online." The old man said casually.

This actually made Xu Mo relax.

Even Xu Mo himself felt a little incredible. He always thought he was very strong.

But after being beaten to death just now, he had some doubts about life, thinking that he might be weak.

At this time, I heard the old man say that he was qualified, and it seemed that it was not that bad.

"Sir, why is your mecha so powerful?" Xu Mo asked curiously.

The difference is really too big.

He didn't know how many times he was hit, but he never hit the opponent's mecha once. Xu Mo naturally knew what this meant.

"This is the first-generation mecha. What is the core of controlling the first-generation mecha?" the old man asked Xu Mo.

Xu Mo looked thoughtful.

Proficiency with mechas? Combat skills?

"Please give me some advice, sir." Xu Mo said humbly.

"It's a human being." The old man responded: "The first-generation mecha is a motion capture system. All the instructions of the mecha are executed by capturing the movements of people. The strength of the person determines the strength of the mecha. This is also the reason for the mecha's strength."

The original intention of the design.”

"However, with the development of the times, mechas have become more and more advanced, and can even be directly controlled by brain waves, but they have lost the soul of mechas. Only the first generation mechas are the purest mechas."

"Isn't the advancement of science and technology aimed at better control and improving the power of mechas?" Xu Mo asked doubtfully.

"But I have lost a lot because of this." The old man responded: "The attention is all on the strength of the mecha. The requirements for the operator are getting lower and lower, and some things have gradually been forgotten. There are not many mecha masters willing to work hard.

To develop their own potential, they focus more on the level of the mecha."

"Mechas are machines, and talents are the foundation. Human beings dominate machines, rather than being controlled by machines. Even if they lose their mechas, they can still fight. Instead of being at the mercy of others once the mechas are damaged, like now."

The old man looked at Xu Mo and said, "A true mecha master can transcend eras. As long as he transforms powerful enough weapons and power, even the first generation mecha can defeat the advanced mechas of any era."

"Even without the mecha, the mecha master can still break through the armor with force!"

Xu Mo felt awe-struck when he heard the old man's words.

This is an existence that ignores the version.

Even Xiao Qi and the others listened carefully.

Xiao Qi stared at the old man, although he didn't understand.

But it seems very powerful!

"Old sir, how do you develop your own potential?" Xu Mo asked.

"All human power is obtained from source power. In addition to absorbing source power, if you want to further develop your own potential, you need to feel the existence of source power with your heart, feel the flow of source power in the body, and feel your body

Every part, learn how to control your body."

The old man looked at Xu Mo and saw him squatting down and putting his hands on the ground.

The old man put his palms on the ground, and no force was seen from him, but he just pressed down.

When the old man raised his palm, Xu Mo's pupils shrank and he stared at the ground.

There, a palm print appeared.

Xu Mo didn't even feel the violent flow of source power, the old man had already completed the action, and in an instant, he left a palm print on the ground.???.

What would happen if this were imprinted on people?

The old man stood up and said: "In addition to feeling the source of power and learning to control your body more perfectly, you can also keep fighting to break through your own limits. Only when one day you can physically break through a mecha can you be considered successful.

"

Xu Mo has some yearning. If one day, the body breaks through the mecha, what will it be like?

"Study hard. There are still many things you have to learn in the academy, such as combat skills." The old man ordered, put his hands behind his back, turned around and left.

"What do you call the old gentleman?" Xu Mo asked.

"In the academy, just call me teacher." The old man said casually.

"Teacher, walk slowly." Xu Mo said.

The old man leaves.
To be continued...