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The night was deep and dark as ink, but suddenly a dazzling firelight illuminated the sky, surrounded by twinkling stars, resembling the most splendid and magnificent fireworks display.
Ye Yu gazed at the enormous, brilliant firework in the sky and thought to himself. The Federation had no tradition of fireworks; the people of the Federation found it rather boring. Fireworks were a custom of the Blue Seal Empire, where countless massive bursts would light up the territory during grand festivals, creating a spectacular scene.
All of this was something Ye Yu's mother had told him when he was young, but he had never been to the Blue Seal Empire. His understanding of fireworks existed only in his imagination. He thought that he would travel to many places in the future, including the Blue Seal Empire, to see his other homeland.
In just a moment, the situation reversed dramatically. Ye Yu had just fought desperately to close in on that flying vehicle with his mech at its fastest speed, but he did not truly intend to perish alongside it! He knew that with such rapid tracking missiles, he would certainly not escape. His fundamental purpose in charging toward that aircraft was to lead those two missiles to attack it.
Although the missiles had an enemy identification system, there would still be slight delays at such high speeds. It was this tiny delay that could cause those two tracking missiles to mistakenly hit the aircraft. However, this was an extremely dangerous endeavor; if Ye Yu miscalculated the timing, he could very well be struck by the missiles first. Ye Yu was fortunate; he succeeded, but at that moment, his mech was on the verge of disintegration due to overexertion, with several pieces of high-strength glass in the cockpit already melted.
"You are surrounded!" At that moment, a furious shout rang in Ye Yu's ears. He turned toward the sound and realized that dozens of people had appeared around him without him noticing. From their attire, it was clear they were soldiers responsible for guarding Wasteland Prison.
Ye Yu and the Robed Woman had only been driving their mech for a few minutes when these guards managed to catch up with them, demonstrating their strength.
Dozens of Phase Guns were aimed at Ye Yu's mech. He knew that if he dared to make any sudden movements, they would turn his mech into a sieve.
At this moment, the Nameless Old Man, who had kept his eyes closed until now, opened them and glanced at Ye Yu. Ye Yu did not see any movement from the old man, but he felt an overwhelming pressure; it was a strange sensation as if his skin was being pricked by needles under scrutiny. Yet upon closer inspection, he could not feel anything tangible.
Ye Yu looked at the expression on the Nameless Old Man's face and nodded. He understood what the old man was thinking. As someone from Arrow Camp, he knew when it was time to risk everything.
As their silent exchange concluded, the hatch of the mech opened with a click. Ye Yu glanced at the pale-faced girl beside him and softly instructed her, "Stay hidden; wait for me to return."
In an instant, two figures moved like phantoms into the desert shrouded in darkness. However, their expressions did not reflect a confrontation with death; instead, they seemed poised for rebirth.
The night breeze gently stirred, bringing a touch of coolness to the dry desert. The commander of the Prison Garrison wiped the sweat from his forehead, secretly relieved that he hadn't allowed anyone to escape; had he done so, his tenure as commander would likely have come to an abrupt end. Now, surrounded by his elite warriors, he was certain that the enemy had no choice but to surrender.
After all, based on what he knew, even the latest model of the Type 9 mech could not evade the concentrated fire of dozens of Phase Guns. As the commander thought this, he watched as the hatch of the mech opened, but before he could discern anything clearly, two figures had already vanished.
Suddenly, the scorching desert seemed to chill a few degrees, and the commander had yet to fully process this change when an extremely sharp aura shot toward him.
In that instant, he saw an elderly man with gray-white hair and deep-set eyes charging at him. As an elite in the military, his reflexes were quick; he noticed the old man's expression was as lifeless as that of a corpse, causing his heart to skip a beat.
Instinctively, the commander reached for his Phase Gun at his waist. As a commander, he usually wouldn’t need to take action himself, but now he felt compelled to do so. He sensed that if he didn’t act soon, he might very well die.
In the next moment, his hand grasped the gun's body, bringing him a sense of security. The technological prowess of the Federation had always been a source of pride for these soldiers.
Suddenly, a look of joy on the commander's face twisted into one of agonizing pain in an instant as a searing ache shot through his waist.
The pain swept over him like a tidal wave; it felt as though his bones had shattered. He collapsed to the ground before he could even scream. Just then, he saw a long, dark rod thrusting toward his chest. In his final moments, illuminated by faint starlight, he realized that it was a rough wooden stick.
With a sickening sound echoing in his ears—like a fruit knife brutally piercing into fruit—a sharp pain surged through his mind. The commander wanted to cry out, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed forth like a spring, silencing him completely.
Soon enough, all sensation faded away; all he knew was an overwhelming cold that penetrated to his bones as if he were encased in ice. He wanted to sleep but feared it; ultimately, however, he closed his eyes and drifted off into eternal slumber.
Ye Yu was unsure if anyone else witnessed this scene, but he did see it—albeit very vaguely. The Nameless Old Man struck the commander's waist with what appeared to be a fragile wooden stick, causing him to fall to the ground. Then the old man's stick pressed down on the commander's chest, which crumpled like tofu under its weight.
Everything happened so quickly that Ye Yu could hardly believe it. The power of the Nameless Old Man's strike was astonishingly fierce!
The Nameless Old Man paid no attention to Ye Yu's expression, moving like a wisp of breeze among the guards who were still trying to comprehend what was happening. He resembled a reaper; wherever he passed, the guards fell one after another, never to rise again.
Ye Yu felt a chill sweep over him. He knew that the high-level Martial Arts Practitioners of the Blue Seal Empire were formidable, but he had never encountered a true high-level Martial Arts Practitioner before. He had never regarded the Nameless Old Man as such; to him, the old man seemed more like a pitiful figure in his twilight years.
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