"Just leave if you want, the live stream viewership dropped by half. Can’t bear to watch, huh? Lame excuse, tsk tsk."

The audience who escaped to other streams quickly returned. They initially wanted to check out other Vegetable Farmers’ streams, but found out that Hu Ping’s methods here were milder.

Over at Feng Wansha’s stream, there was flesh and blood everywhere, Liu Xun had become a frenzied meat grinder, Pan Mingjie was sneakily attacking, Wu Feiyang was crashing around, and Li Shanchun was chasing the Insect Men around like mad.

Each was exciting in their own way, but without exception, they all featured roughness. Once mosaicked, they were almost unwatchable, with the main characters blurred out.

In contrast, over at Hu Ping’s stream, it’s just Insect Man swallowing other Insect Man, with the mosaic only overlaid on the Insect Man.

As for Ji Heng, he is in the central position on the Mechanical Planet, preparing for an invasion. It’s a bit boring, so the audience planned to check back later.

Returning to Hu Ping’s live stream, they saw another tentacle reaching over the camera towards Black Wing.

Black Wing, quick as lightning, caught it, then spun the mecha’s arm, rotating it a hundred times per second.

The scaly shell was easily torn off, leaving the part detached from the shell particularly soft. Feed it an electromagnetic pellet, and it would be electrocuted to a crisp, forever still.

Noticing this, he informed the team to get to work together.

You have to admit, watching Hu Ping’s operation was quite stress-relieving.

Like pulling radishes, one pull per stem, each pull leaving a pit.

The audience found it enjoyable. Although some pitied Wu Qingqing, her master and father had an indifferent attitude, so not many were willing to meddle further. Relevant parties didn’t care, and some ill-intentioned people even speculated that Wu Qingqing wasn’t well-liked.

The hype around Wu Qingqing’s "death" declined instead of rising, leaving those who tried to stir trouble pounding their chests in frustration.

The usually gullible surfers, why did they listen to Su Xiaocai so well? Poisonous, absolutely poisonous.

"Heh heh, Ah Ping, you’ve got some tricks up your sleeve."

"Ah Ping has some charisma, even a man like me finds him likable."

"My husband likes him too, waaaah, you filthy men, why are you competing with me!"

"So complicated! I can’t understand, but I’ll keep watching. I just love your messy relationships."

The increasingly popular Hu Ping was unaware of the live chat comments; he was having a great time himself.

After pulling out dozens, a sudden sense of crisis hit.

He glanced over; the scales he recently cleared had many small tentacles fraying at the edges, apparently merging into new tentacles.

So the tentacles weren’t the body of the Insect Man, but the shell was!

So similar to the maternal structure, both capable of self-propagation through special physiological structures.

Why can something immobile reproduce so much, Hu Ping felt a chill.

He understood even more Su Xiaocai’s painstaking efforts, always racking her brains to create different crises for their training.

All to make them quickly determine the characteristics of new phenomena through observation and avoid carelessness.

"Watch out for that shell; destroy it."

Carelessness at a moment could lead to a major mishap.

Someone in the team didn’t notice this. Given a chance, the scaly shell stuck to the mecha’s shell, releasing a fungous net-like mucus, embedding into the mecha’s surface.

"Ah, what the hell is this, my mecha arm can’t move." Trying to swipe it away was futile; it clung tightly, trying to form a new shell. In a while, they might destroy the mecha surface and feast on their prey.

"High temperature," Hu Ping immediately said on the public channel.

These scale shells lived in space, in extreme cold. The mecha released high temperatures, spreading some of the stored energy’s heat over the mecha surface.

The mecha surface turned scorching hot.

With the temperature difference, the scale shell’s net-like mucus turned into a pool of liquid, melting away.

This worked, and the teammates were deeply grateful.

"Thanks, bro."

"Be careful."

Hu Ping’s discovery led them to add more Mecha Masters into the training ground from the rear. The vanguard handled the "radish pulling," while the others dealt with the scale shells.

There were too many scale shells to clean up in a short time.

Hu Ping could only secure the path to the energy supply area of the training ground. His squad, with two as rear guards, defended and repelled or killed cowardly insect soldiers.

The squad leader and Hu Ping, flanking from left and right, escorted the Mecha Master carrying the energy apparatus to the supply area.

This path wasn’t long,

Normally, a mecha could travel it in a minute, but today it took over an hour.

"Damn, there are too many cowardly insect soldiers. Where did they all come from at the border? There must be a mother body."