With stronger defenses and a more powerful mecha, I was instantly transformed from a three-limbed freak of a mecha, into a three-limbed deadly monster.

Attacks that would have shut me down previously, rained down upon me and merely bounced off with minimal effects.

Spear jabs, hammer swings and sword slashes found their mark on my strengthened armor and left behind small marks on it before rebounding away uselessly!

Stab! Wham! Slash!

Of course I did not just stand there to stupidly receive their attacks, that would be counter productive and defeat the whole purpose of my use of the red mecha energy.

I tried my best to dodge and evade their attacks while at the same time countering with my own vicious and unpredictable attacks.

They say that the best teacher is experience.

I completely agree.

My brain and my senses were enhanced by the red mecha core, and I was an extremely quick learner.

The theories on the basic movement skills and techniques we received from our EduLink flashed repeatedly in my mind like a kaleidoscope and bit by bit, I began to put them into practice.

Wham! Evade! Bam! Slash! Jab!

At first, I only managed to evade one attack from every ten that rained down upon me.

However, as the seconds ticked by into minutes, I was soon able to evade the second one, then third, then fourth.

My movements became smoother and more precise. My senses became sharper and my mind processed my sensory inputs at ridiculous speeds. In split seconds, I was able to determine and process every single relevant information that came my way.

Enemy attack speed, projection and strength were all as good as being laid bare before me, allowing me the luxury of choosing appropriate responses to each and every one of them.

"Amazing." I whispered softly and semi absent-mindedly as I lost myself in the heat of ferocious combat.

At first glance, any outsider looking at my situation would instantly think that I was being bullied by a huge bunch of bigger, stronger and faster mechas.

At that moment, at least a hundred of Zac's mechas had surrounded me and were taking turns to attack me!

However, a second look would reveal clues that it was otherwise.

Their eyes would widen slightly at the sight of the pile of downed mechas around me which was slowly growing, and the loud shouts and curses of anger by my bullies would begin to sound more like shouts of fear and disbelief.

As their eyes continued and to catch on to the full details of the battle, they would realize that very few of the bullies' attacks were actually landing on me!

In fact, as the minutes continued to tick by, the fight was becoming more and more like a very realistic play by real mechas!

Why a play?

Because the main character, me, was impossibly dodging all of the bullies' attacks!historical

It was something completely unbelievable if it was not scripted and acted out by actors in a drama or an exciting play!

"What the hell! This bastard is as slippery as an eel! I know because my dad owns a seafood restaurant and I've tried catching an eel before, and it's as god damn difficult to catch as this asshole!" A particularly foul mouthed boy shouted loudly as he swung his oversized broadsword this way and that way in a useless attempt to hit me.

"Shut the hell up and attack him only when you're supposed to! You're messing up our timings!" His squad leader barked at him.

The squads that came at me were rather well trained, worthy of being the 2nd graders of the best mecha pilot academy in the country.

They knew that hitting hard was not as good as hitting accurately, and that hitting accurately was not as good as hitting accurately in rapid succession.

Their attacks were launched at incredible speed and in an even more impressive manner that would lead the attacker away to allow the other mecha behind him to unleash their attack as well.

"Sequential group attack." I nodded in approval as I recognized the textbook maneuver they were executing. It was a difficult but powerful attack strategy that allowed weaker mechas to go up against a single more powerful mecha.

"The enemy leader is formidable indeed. He or she understands that I am a superior enemy and applies the appropriate strategy against me. This is not possible if the leader is arrogant or incompetent. Very good! I will take you on and defeat you! You will be my stepping stone today!" I vowed as my evasive maneuvers slowly reached sublimation.

Those few minutes were the most intensely pleasurable minutes I had ever experienced in my young life.

The feeling of very, very visibly seeing your skill in close combat evasive maneuvers improve by leaps and bounds in real time was like a powerful drug to me.

I couldn't get enough of it!

"Now that I am able to easily evade these goons, let me see if I can take them out using whatever mildly reinforced mecha limbs I have." I thought eagerly.

Evade! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Dodge! Wham! Boom! Bam!

My three limbs immediately got to work and started to launch powerful counter attacks after each and every attack I managed to evade.

The pile of down mechas that trailed behind me as I pushed my way forward deeper into enemy lines started to grow very rapidly.

Every second, a mecha or two would join them as my punches accurately struck the enemy mechas' critical spots!

Heads were smashed.

Stomachs were pierced.

Hands were ripped off.

I was their worst nightmare come to life.

An untouchable and thus unkillable frankenstein monster!

Within those five minutes or so, I personally took down half the remaining mechas. The rest of my team members had succumbed to their vastly superior numbers, but not before impressively taking out two hundred of their number.

In total, a thousand of their mechas had fallen to Hammer Squad One!

We had achieved the impossible! With just a hundred of us, we have locked down a full thirty percent of the enemy!

And with Victor Long doing an impressive job surviving against three hundred and fifty more, together we have managed to tie up 1850 of the enemy.

That's 37% of the enemy!