"Cough."

A cough interrupted Wu Chang and He Yun’s intimate actions.

Wu Chang turned back to see He Yi giving him a nasty look, saying:

"Right in front of me, making a move on my sister, kid, I hope your bones are tough enough later."

Wu Chang snorted, thinking that his social security is paid at the civil service rate. What, do they want him to default on his medical insurance?

He used a nasal voice to say to He Yun in his arms:

"Your brother is so scary, unlike me. I only care for you, and I’ll be careful not to hurt him when I make a move."

Warning, warning.

The high-temperature alert sounded from He Yi’s mecha, indicating Wu Chang’s excellent temperature control.

He Yun sensed Wu Chang’s antics, shook her head slightly, and said helplessly:

"Are you two ever going to grow up?"

Wu Chang complained: "Don’t you know whether I’ve grown up or not?"

Just as he finished speaking, he felt a powerful hook punch land on his abdomen, strong and forceful, lifting him off the ground.

Oops, he forgot that if He Yun wore a mecha, she would have boss-level strength.

Landing from the air, Wu Chang sat on the ground and looked up at He Yun, puzzled:

"Why are you wearing a mecha underneath your lab coat?"

He Yun’s face turned crimson, she huffed, turned around, and returned to the lab.

Wu Chang rubbed his belly and stood up in embarrassment, hearing He Yi’s gloating voice from behind. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Now you’re not only heartbroken but also have a stomachache, right?"

Wu Chang wrinkled his nose, blaming He Yi, the spotlight. Was he looking for a sparring partner? Perfect, Wu Chang would take it out on him.

"You’re wearing an improved mecha to fight me, don’t you think it’s unfair? Come on, let’s both use training mechas."

He Yi immediately said, "Wearing this mecha is just to show you Xiaoyun’s latest achievement. Fighting you doesn’t even require a mecha."

Wu Chang didn’t say much more and went straight to the equipment area of the training ground.

He told He Yi to change mechas, not because he was really afraid of him, but because the improved mecha contained Divinity, and he was worried that the Blasphemer might not control his strength and accidentally ruin it.

If it caused He Yun to be distracted by mecha repairs and delayed the modification of his exclusive mecha, that would be a big loss.

Sparring with He Yi wasn’t about truly fighting a boss.

Wu Chang only used martial arts and attributes, along with Master Level mecha driving, without using any active skills, focusing solely on fairness.

Ever since witnessing Martial Star Monarch in action, he had become a true master on the martial path.

Even when dealing with Zhao Yan, he could easily integrate martial arts into mecha operations, so dealing with He Yi should have been a piece of cake.

Twenty minutes later, lying on his back on the ground, Wu Chang stared blankly at the simulated sky above.

How did he become He Yi’s punching bag again?

Compared to last time, his attributes and combat abilities had improved greatly, but he still couldn’t fight back against He Yi.

In terms of driving skills, He Yi was at least Grandmaster Level, possibly even S-Level.

Wu Chang’s Master Level mecha driving, while usually seamless in human-machine integration, completely lagged behind He Yi’s movements during high-intensity mecha combat, feeling stiff as if paralyzed.

Regarding physical stats, it was even more exaggerated. He was using his real body, yet his Strength and Agility lagged far behind He Yi’s.

He Yi’s scores in these two attributes were at least more than 150 points each.

Just these two attribute scores were enough for a player to trigger a Plane Ascension task, let alone his display of superhuman Endurance when dealing with fog monsters.

Wu Chang couldn’t understand why a plane with a wasteland technology background could produce such a freak nearly sanctified in the flesh.

As for Wu Chang’s most relied-on fighting techniques, that was even more indescribable.

Experts like Zhao Yan, proficient in various martial arts styles, had discernible moves and techniques.

From Wu Chang’s perspective, who had seen the way of martial arts, just watching him make a move would allow anticipation of the subsequent changes and planning accordingly.

But He Yi was different; his fighting style had no pattern, relying purely on combat instinct and quick reflexes.

Simply put, Wu Chang’s current state resembled Dugu Nine Swords’ consummate mastery, easily discerning any move, exploiting openings to defeat opponents.

But He Yi was like a street fighter with no form, swinging a steel pipe, charging at people with brute force punches.

Yet his combat instincts were as sharp as a beast’s, and his physical prowess and mechanical driving were absurdly strong, disregarding any logic.

When facing Zhao Yan, Wu Chang was the one with no move and won with an unorthodox approach, but when up against He Yi, he became the one with moves.

No technique, all stats.

Every time he faced He Yi, it made him realize that he was a skills-focused player while He Yi was a stats monster.

These two siblings, one sanctified in the flesh, the other god-like in intelligence, seemed like children of the Plane born into one family.

But that was good; this way, the Underground Shelter didn’t need to look for a separate Dharma Protector.

With He Yi’s current strength, piloting the Divine Mecha, he could counter any God’s projection invasion with ease.

Wu Chang got up and waved, saying, "No more, it’s pointless."

Next time he sparred with He Yi, he had to use his skills, or he wouldn’t be able to fight back at all.

He Yi looked down at Wu Chang and said, "Your mecha driving skills are a bit lacking, wasting Xiaoyun’s mecha, you’d better practice more."

Wu Chang rolled his eyes, Master Level driving skills "lacking," listen to this talk?

"It’s not that I’m lacking; it’s that you’re too strong."

He Yi said, "Strong? I’ve been holding back as much as I can."