The so-called operating limit is that when the load torque of the mecha is too high, it will continue to operate, which will cause the necessary components of the mecha to crack and cause the mecha to lose some capabilities.

...

At this time, the third-type posture of the black warrior was as awkward as it was. He raised his left foot behind and supported his right foot in front, but his hands reached the chest of the red mecha and supported it on it. From the outside, the entire mecha body looked like a steel version of the "Horse Stepping on Flying Swallow", and the shift of the center of gravity could not be entirely up to him at this time.

It is awkward in posture, losing the center of gravity, and not falling to the ground yet, it is already valuable. If you still have to take an attacking posture and make the mecha emit power, you will continue to increase the torque in the extreme state. The result will definitely be a rumbling sound, either the power equipment or the force part of the mecha breaks.

Just when Han Xue was worried that she would coexist with hope, she stretched out to stabilize her balanced left leg and put a little force on the transparent edge boundary. At the same time, Fang Shixian lowered most of the other strength, giving the mecha a buffer time, and then immediately transferred all the strength to the right fist.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the ink-black mecha made a circle in an extremely short distance, and this fist was like a mid-inch fist in a martial arts.

The force distance of the Cun Fist is short and the explosive power is strong, but it is not so easy to shoot. Especially the Cun Fist with enough power is even more difficult to shoot. If you want to emit huge power in the mecha, you often have to rely on inertial kinetic energy, otherwise it will not be enough to cause damage to the opponent's mecha.

Fang Shixian hit the chest and abdomen of Han Xue's fiery red mecha in this circle, hitting it for a while, and retreating. However, at the same time, the black mecha completely lost its center of gravity. Even Han Xue, who had been paying attention to Fang Shixian, felt that he must have fallen to the ground. After that, she could beat Mo Hei's warrior three-type attack to blow the machine.

However, the moment the black mecha fell to the ground, its legs suddenly kicked against the transparent boundary.

"Are you using this rebound again?"

While Han Xue retreated, when she saw Mo Black's mecha movement, she praised the other party's ability to adapt to changes. Some people gained experience in battle, while some people have to say that they are geniuses, perhaps only in one aspect, but it is enough for others to see them.

The black mecha was tens of centimeters away from the store, like an arrow from the string, and it stretched out its hands to try to grab the legs of the red mecha.

The red warrior three-type quickly retreated, and the steps under his feet were like dragonflies skipping through the water. With just a slight touch and a slight touch, he had already slid out a long distance.

"I finally saw clearly how she took the steps of the mecha."

The black mecha, which looks like a flame arrow lying horizontally, looked up at the moment and saw how Han Xue moved his feet when he retreated. This was a little different from the methods Chen Chong said at the time, and it was a bit like the "light skills" mentioned in Guwu. In fact, in reality, Fang Shixian didn't believe in these things. He knew how to breathe, but it was just a way to breathe and breathe, which could make people's strength skills extend longer. This is also a reason why it is much stronger than ordinary people. Those flying eaves and walls, floating on the water, etc. were completely fabricated to fool people.

Han Xue continued to retreat, unwilling to give Fang Shixian the opportunity to touch her.

After all, with the help of a little bit of recoil, the third black warrior rushed out less than five or six meters and was about to land. At this time, Fang Shixian used the mecha hands and feet, and immediately showed a posture similar to a dog paddle.

Just like the scene he saw at the corner of the street, Xu Haotian operated the mecha and ran wildly on the desert area on all sides.

Just in this moment, when I switched to using all fours, the speed of the black mecha suddenly increased.

Han Xue was stunned, but then she figured out something. Such practices are relatively rare in both mecha black market and mecha war. She also recalled the battle of the highest professional level during the summer vacation. In such a battle, it was actually a battle to compete for who did not make mistakes. Xu Haotian was just an isolated case. He was a person with ideas and could take action and would always make some new things. As for whether it could be useful, I would like to say something else.

In just a moment, the two mechas on the arena collided with each other.

The three black warriors were like the same wolf, hitting the knee of the red mecha with their right shoulder. Although Han Xue was very cautious, she still let the collision fly backwards.

The red mecha quickly adjusted his body in the air, turned around for a few times, and fell steadily.

At this time, Fang Shixian also stood up.

The two mechas were facing each other from afar. From time to now, it seems that both sides have just changed positions. There have not been much changes in the others. They are not seriously injured and still have the power to fight again.

...

Fang Shixian and Han Xue seemed to have a tacit understanding. The huge eyes of the two mechas seemed to reveal the silent words of the two of them. They didn't say anything, but rushed towards each other at the same moment.

"Boom!"

The red and black fists bombarded each other, and they were about to part with one touch, and then another fist banged at the other side. In just a blink of an eye, the two of them didn't know how many fists they hit each other. The sound of a bang of steel colliding sounded in the arena, deafening.

Although the two seem to be indistinguishable from the winner, Fang Shixian obviously felt that he was a little deficient in some subtle aspects. Perhaps it was because of some of the shadows of ancient martial arts moves in it, while Han Xue was simple, not fancy, and simplified in the complex. Even her grasp of strength made her feel that she was stronger than other masters she met in the black market. She was stronger when she should be strong, and when she should be weak, she would always be just right.

Finally, after the two waved hundreds of punches, Han Xue made a fake hook. Taking advantage of the sharpness of Fang Shixian's retreat, Han Xue twisted her body and used it in a very consistent manner. Fang Shixian only felt that his chest, abdomen, and hands were under heavy rain bombing. Every second, he only killed three, and five places were hit by Han Xue.

"At such a fast speed, there can be hundreds of movements."

Fang Shixian thought to himself, but then shook his head and denied it. The threshold for professional players is 80 movements, reaching hundreds of momentums. Isn’t that it is more than a little higher than professional players, but it is several orders of magnitude? This is too terrifying.

In fact, as Fang Shixian thought, in the momentum of the Red Fire Warrior Three Type reached hundreds of movements in the momentum, but this was only caused by Han Xue in a very short time, but it could not last long, and it could last for more than ten seconds at most. In this regard, top players like Yu Jingxi and Xu Haotian were able to last longer this explosion, but at most no more than 30 seconds. This is the limit, and no one has exceeded it so far.

The sound of ping-pong was heard, and the body of the ink-black warrior began to mottle.

It was the steel color exposed after the matte spray paint was scratched by Han Xue's fist.

It seems extremely miserable.
Chapter completed!