Brian Clark held an extremely thin, sharp blade in his right hand and a fragrant roasted rat leg in his left. With a flick of his wrist, Brian Clark sliced off a piece of meat as thin as a cicada’s wing, nearly transparent. As soon as the slice separated from the leg, it curled up, and with a deft nudge of the blade’s tip, the meat roll seemed to have eyes of its own, flying straight into Brian Clark’s mouth. Brian Clark’s hand moved faster and faster, and the meat rolls shot into his mouth like bullets from a machine gun, while Brian Clark wore an expression of pure bliss.

Brian Clark had once accidentally discovered that if the meat was sliced extremely thin, it could retain the rich aroma of the roast, melt in the mouth, and leave a lingering aftertaste—the thinner, the better it tasted.

The roasted leg in Brian Clark’s hand grew smaller and smaller, and before long, only a clean, intact bone remained, as spotless as if it had been washed.

Brian Clark let out a long breath, casually tossed the bone aside, stretched lazily, and said, “Logan, I finished all my basic training yesterday. What should I do today?”

Although the tough life these days had been a bit monotonous, Brian Clark was already getting used to it. Compared to his previous idle days, this life was undoubtedly more fulfilling. Now, suddenly without a goal, Brian Clark felt a bit lost.

Suddenly, Brian Clark thought of Shadowhawk and Blackbird, who always watched his training from the side. They had never even spoken a word, only occasionally nodding. In the future, who knew if he would see them again? Brian Clark suddenly felt a bit nostalgic for these two strange yet familiar friends. Maybe he should tell them tomorrow that he wouldn’t be coming to the training room anymore. Forget it, Brian Clark immediately dismissed the thought. Friends? Maybe that was just his own wishful thinking. He and they weren’t from the same world at all; maybe leaving like this was a good choice. If he could leave the junk planet, they could definitely become friends—Brian Clark couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander.

Logan Carter said calmly, “Combat. Accumulate some real combat experience, then learn advanced techniques.” This also interrupted Brian Clark’s train of thought.

Brian Clark’s eyes lit up. “Combat? Great! I love combat the most! Training all day is just so boring!” All his earlier emotions vanished in an instant.

After practicing for so long, he finally had a chance to show his skills—Brian Clark couldn’t help but feel excited!

Section Eleven

Brian Clark stared at the mecha in front of him, his mind racing. The humanoid mecha stood ten meters tall, the silver-white arm shield on its left arm gleaming with a mercury-like luster under the soft room lights. The flame blade in its right hand glowed a fiery red, condensed into a blade shape that looked almost solid. The main body of the silver-gray mecha was as elegant and noble as a young aristocrat, and the golden headpiece on its forehead was especially eye-catching and impressive.

This was clearly a modified mecha. The double-layer uranium shield, while only above average among mecha shields, was definitely not something Blackbird’s magnetic blade could break. The flame blade in its right hand was only average, but with just three strikes, it could absolutely cut Blackbird in half. If it hit a vital spot, even a scratch would mean certain death. The main body was a Tianhe model, which not only provided good defense but also performed well in terms of weight, not overburdening the engine. It also had multiple concealed firing bays for various ranged weapons.

A master! Brian Clark’s heart tightened. With just one glance, Brian Clark knew this opponent was no ordinary foe.

If Brian Clark had to evaluate this mecha, only two words came to mind—balance! Although each component seemed only average on the surface, if its pilot was also skilled in both offense and defense, then the power this mecha could unleash would be truly terrifying.

If Brian Clark guessed correctly, its engine was either a Palem or a Swordfish-IV. Only these two types of engines could bring out the full potential of its other components.

It could attack or defend, fight at range or in close combat—a tough opponent indeed. Brian Clark couldn’t help but feel a headache; he hadn’t expected to face such a formidable adversary in his very first battle.

Even so, Brian Clark felt not a trace of fear or any other negative emotion. Having grown up on the junk planet, he knew well that you often couldn’t choose your opponents. Only one thought filled his mind—how to defeat him!

A heat gun? The opponent could probably stand still and, even if hit, would only spark a little, completely unharmed.

An alloy dagger? No way—the blade would bend before it could even scratch the opponent’s armor. No use hoping for that.

Fortunately, heaven never seals off all exits. The magnetic blade could at least leave a mark on the opponent—though, to be clear, it would take three strikes at the exact same spot to break through the Tianhe model’s armor!

Three strikes at the same spot! That was incredibly difficult. Brian Clark subconsciously shook his head.

So, what was its weakness? Brian Clark began to think carefully. As someone well-versed in the art of hunting, Brian Clark knew that every enemy had a weakness. If you could find it and strike true, you could achieve twice the result with half the effort. This was the key to defeating the strong with the weak.