The colossal monster looked like an oversized sea turtle, its massive body crawling on all fours yet towering several heads above Berserker. Jill Young had fought plenty of Kaiju before, but none came close to the sheer size of this beast. Even the famously burly monsters would look like bean sprouts next to this guy.
"This thing... must weigh five or six thousand tons..." Compared to Berserker, it was like a regular guy going up against a sumo wrestler—the other side was twice as big! If Berserker hadn’t dodged that last hit, it’d be scrap metal by now.
The real kicker was, the monster’s whole body was wrapped in something like ice. Berserker’s last elbow and hook shattered the ice on its face, but didn’t scratch the beast itself. While they stared each other down, the ice layer visibly regenerated, almost back to normal. Its absurdly huge body radiated a presence that outclassed even Level 3 Kaiju. The monster locked onto Berserker, ready to pounce at any second.
"All pilots, heads up! We’ve detected a new Kaiju signature. Radiation levels indicate it’s a Level 4! Attention: You’re facing a Level 4 Kaiju!" crackled the dispatcher over comms, just as Berserker flexed its arms and dove back into the fray.
Jasper Xiao immediately shouted, "You good?"
"No problem!" Berserker danced like a real boxer, feet fluttering with butterfly steps, fists flying left and right, each punch cracking the ice on the monster’s shell. "I’ll handle this one. You focus on your side—finish off those three little guys, then come help me!"
"Got it!" Jasper replied, swinging his Mecha’s arm to grab a Kaiju around the waist. He was about to pull off a German suplex when a loud boom, like an artillery shell, echoed from afar. "Huh?" He barely had time to react before a seed the size of a house shot through the air like a cannonball and exploded midair—vines unfurled, weaving into a massive net!
Whoosh—the net wrapped tight around Steed, knocking it off balance and sending it crashing to the ground. At the same time, a lizard-like Kaiju charged onto the battlefield. It was way slimmer than the giant turtle, but still dwarfed the three Level 3 Kaiju—looked like it weighed at least four thousand tons.
"All pilots, heads up! There’s not just one Level 4 Kaiju—there are two! You’re up against a combo: two Level 4s and three Level 3s!"
Jill Young bet the dispatcher’s last name was "Ma," first name "Afterthought," middle name "Says stuff that’s basically useless, capisce?"
"No clue what she's up to, but she's soloing a Level 4 Kaiju!" Jasper Xiao shouted over the channel. "Let’s push harder—take out what’s in front of us, then go back her up! I’ll try to distract the four-legged lizard, you all focus fire on one target!" With that, Steed suddenly charged, drawing the monsters’ attention. The other three Mechas fired up—better to break one finger than hurt all ten. Take one down first!
But these four monsters weren’t pushovers. With the Beast Controllers calling the shots, they stayed cool and focused, not falling for any tricks. With a Level 4 beast holding the line, the four Mechas were struggling. Up on the cliff, the Mage snickered, "See? It’s only a matter of time before they lose. Nothing to worry about."
"Wait, something’s off." The middle-aged man frowned at Bond. "What’s Berserker doing?"
Bond shook his head. "Too far. Can’t see. But looks like she’s leading the Kaiju in circles."
"Circles?" The middle-aged man was baffled. "The longer this drags out, the worse it gets for them. If even one Mecha goes down, it’s game over. You telling me Berserker’s pilot doesn’t get that?" He glanced back at the four monsters, their advantage growing, and scratched his head, confused.
"Sorry, quick side note." The Mage cut in. "Just now, the giant turtle stepped outside my magic comms circle. I told it not to move an inch, but it’s got a mind of its own."
The middle-aged man felt something was off, but couldn’t put his finger on it. If Stone Heilong were here, he’d definitely warn him: never let a certain woman wander alone in the dark.
Far off, on Berserker’s neck, Jill Young clung to the handles, braced against the freezing wind. Berserker was running solo now—Jack was out, so Jill held on tight, eyes locked on the giant turtle chasing them. The moment the Kaiju stepped outside the comms circle, Jill’s eyebrow shot up. She mentally marked a question: the turtle hesitated, just for an instant.
That tiny pause didn’t leave any data trail, but Jill trusted her eyes. No way she’d miss it.
"Alright, keep going."
Suddenly, Berserker veered sideways, sprinting laterally. Every so often, she’d turn and punch the Kaiju to keep its attention, then dash off again. In the Mage’s mind, it was like a Stephen Chow movie: "I’m in! I’m out! I’m in again! Hit me, dummy, hit me!" (If you don’t get it, go binge Stephen Chow’s classics.)
The Mage had no idea, but Jill was memorizing every spot she passed, building a mental map. Once she marked all the suspicious points and connected the dots—a curve appeared. If you’ve taken geometry, you know: find the center by tracing that arc.
"Who says you can’t find someone just because you can’t smell them!" (Seriously, go watch all of Stephen Chow’s movies.)
Jill hopped back into the cockpit. Berserker stopped playing with the turtle—she floored it, smashing through ice and rocks, heading straight for the mountain where the five were hiding.
"Crap, she was probing our location!" The middle-aged man’s face changed. Both sides had strong weapons but fragile bodies. If the Kaiju won, it’d be a clean sweep. But if the Mecha Hunters found their hiding spot, things would get ugly—fast.
"Quick, stop her!" he ordered. The Beast Controller trio sprang into action. The Whisperer’s eyes flashed under his hat brim, murmuring something. Suddenly, the giant turtle roared, charging like it was turbo-boosted. One Mecha, one Kaiju—thundering over mountains, climbing straight up. Berserker sprinted like a general charging the front lines, thunder roaring behind her.
"Too late! Dodge!"
Just as the order rang out, Jill spotted the five figures through her lens. "Ha! So that’s where you’re hiding!" Berserker kicked off, shattering the permafrost and leaping like an NBA dunk. Left arm out, right fist cocked—ready to punch through a rainbow. But at the same time, the giant turtle launched itself like a defender going for a block, claws reaching for Berserker’s back.
"Eat this!" Berserker’s giant fist ripped through the air, aimed straight at the five. They scattered, but too late. The turtle slammed into Berserker’s back. In the chaos, the mountain exploded—snow and rocks avalanched down below. In the swirling mess, Berserker and the turtle tumbled, swept downhill toward the four-monster brawl.
As the world spun, Jill still kept her cool. Berserker spread its fingers and pressed down, using the slope and momentum to dash after the turtle like a kid on a slide. Then Berserker vaulted high, flipping through the air like a gymnast, landing both feet square on the turtle’s—uh, Kaiju head!
Two thousand tons of Berserker crashed down from hundreds of meters up—BOOM! The shockwave blasted out, blood and ice flying everywhere. The turtle roared in agony, only to get stomped again. Berserker pulled off a classic headlock throw, flipping the whole Kaiju upside down!
It was like flipping a whole tectonic plate—the turtle’s head smashed into the ground, legs flailing skyward before collapsing. CRACK, the ice shattered, and the turtle landed belly-up, totally dazed and out of commission.
"Ha! Just a turtle—once you’re flipped, you’re done!" Berserker’s moves pushed the limits of Fifth Generation Mecha, metal groaning and snapping in places. But for a win like this, a few dents were a bargain.
That mighty Level 4 Kaiju? Now it was a punching bag. If you don’t hit it now, when will you? Hit it now, and you even get a free combo!
"Wada!"—Left hook!
"Hado!"—Right hook!
"Wududududu!"—Lightning-speed Wing Chun!
Not even the ice could hold back the carnage—the Kaiju’s head split open, blue blood spraying high before freezing in the Antarctic wind. The beast howled and tried to flip itself over, but Jill’s punches weren’t just wild swings; she hammered it dizzy and stopped every attempt to roll. At this rate, Berserker could keep the combo going for a hundred hits.
But Jill wasn’t about to drag this out. After a flurry of blows, Berserker raised both arms, fists clenched. Staring down at the Kaiju’s cracked jaw, the reactor in Berserker’s chest roared—max power.
This punch—it’s lights out!
WHUM—Berserker’s flaming fist smashed down, air warping from the heat. If this landed, the turtle was toast. But just then, a cannon-blast noise rang out—BANG! Something like a giant seed shot in at supersonic speed, snapping open into a net that wrapped up Berserker. At the same time, a Kaiju charged from the side, slamming Berserker and sending her flying into a cliff.
"What the—?" Jill glanced at the four-on-four battlefield, then couldn’t help but yell, "You guys aren’t chickening out, are you? Weren’t you just bragging you could hold the line? Didn’t last long, huh?!"
Berserker had her back to the Kaiju brawl, so Jill hadn’t noticed. Now she looked up—all four Mechas were wrecked. Attendant was down for the count, sparks flying from busted joints. Shield had lost an arm, grappling with a Level 3 Kaiju. Lance had a broken leg, crawling on the ground and wrestling another Level 3.
Steed was still in one piece, but barely hanging on. "Radio’s… busted… can’t warn…" Jasper Xiao’s voice crackled over the channel, out of breath and struggling. He was barely holding off a nimble Level 4 Kaiju.
But they’d done some damage, too—the Kaiju weren’t looking so hot. The one that slammed Berserker was already half-crippled, but still came charging, jaws wide, howling. The turtle struggled to flip itself over. Berserker tugged at the net—stubborn thing wouldn’t break.
Just as the Kaiju lunged for Berserker, fangs gleaming, aiming right for the cockpit—one of the Gao sisters even screamed. But in the next instant, the beast’s head exploded in a spray of blood. A fist burst out the back of its skull.
It was a steel fist—Berserker’s right hand, burning with hellish fire, glowing with molten red veins. In the pitch-black polar night, it shone blood-red, almost surreal. Even the other Kaiju paused, sensing serious danger in those flames.
Berserker yanked its fist back, and the Kaiju’s corpse crashed to the ground. Fire blazed from right fist to elbow, burning through the net in seconds. Berserker stood tall again. The turtle finally flipped itself over, shaking its head—coming at Berserker, but a lot more wary than before.
That last "comeback fight" left a deep impression.
Jill glanced around the battlefield, cool as ice: "I’m going all out, but this move eats up Mecha power, so I can only handle one Level 4 at a time. Jingzhe, Yun Cong—you two better go full hero mode."
"Don’t… worry, we’re always…" The reply was so broken up, it was hard to tell if they said "don’t worry" or "don’t talk crap," "always heroic" or "always sneaky." But as soon as they finished, Steed suddenly took off, grabbing the web-spitting Kaiju and dragging it away. Only one side would be coming back from that showdown.
"Alright, let’s kick things off here too!" Berserker’s got five power cores—one big reactor in the chest, four boosters in the limbs. The hellfire surge couldn’t power the whole Mecha, but it could supercharge one part. The hellfire was meant as a bonus effect, but right now, Jill wanted pure flame. She cranked everything into burn mode, and Berserker’s right fist erupted in fire.
She strode forward, swinging a blazing punch—the heat twisted the air.
"Take this—Wild Bite!"
But they’d done some damage, too—the Kaiju weren’t looking so hot. The one that slammed Berserker was already half-crippled, but still came charging, jaws wide, howling. The turtle struggled to flip itself over. Berserker tugged at the net—stubborn thing wouldn’t break.
Just as the Kaiju lunged for Berserker, fangs gleaming, aiming right for the cockpit—one of the Gao sisters even screamed. But in the next instant, the beast’s head exploded in a spray of blood. A fist burst out the back of its skull.
It was a steel fist—Berserker’s right hand, burning with hellish fire, glowing with molten red veins. In the pitch-black polar night, it shone blood-red, almost surreal. Even the other Kaiju paused, sensing serious danger in those flames.
Berserker yanked its fist back, and the Kaiju’s corpse crashed to the ground. Fire blazed from right fist to elbow, burning through the net in seconds. Berserker stood tall again. The turtle finally flipped itself over, shaking its head—coming at Berserker, but a lot more wary than before.
That last "comeback fight" left a deep impression.
Jill glanced around the battlefield, cool as ice: "I’m going all out, but this move eats up Mecha power, so I can only handle one Level 4 at a time. Jingzhe, Yun Cong—you two better go full hero mode."
"Don’t… worry, we’re always…" The reply was so broken up, it was hard to tell if they said "don’t worry" or "don’t talk crap," "always heroic" or "always sneaky." But as soon as they finished, Steed suddenly took off, grabbing the web-spitting Kaiju and dragging it away. Only one side would be coming back from that showdown.
"Alright, let’s kick things off here too!" Berserker’s got five power cores—one big reactor in the chest, four boosters in the limbs. The hellfire surge couldn’t power the whole Mecha, but it could supercharge one part. The hellfire was meant as a bonus effect, but right now, Jill wanted pure flame. She cranked everything into burn mode, and Berserker’s right fist erupted in fire.
She strode forward, swinging a blazing punch—the heat twisted the air.
"Take this—Wild Bite!"