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Blue Seal Empire There is an ancient saying that what stirs the blood is not only the graceful dance of women but also the battles between men!
Major Bai watched the distant fight, obscured from his view, and felt a tremor in his heart. This was the true essence of a warrior; this was true passion!
Perhaps at this moment, Major Bai regretted not having studied the martial arts he once deemed crude. Indeed, when both sides of a battle reach a certain level, combat becomes a high art, and art is never crude.
The mech piloted by the middle-aged man could only defend against Huang Laowai’s relentless assault, unable to retaliate. He had witnessed Huang Laowai’s combat prowess years ago when he followed the then Special Operations Group’s Team Leader, leading a team of over a hundred to besiege this elder, yet they were still forced to retreat with heavy losses.
It was only when the then youthful Long Yin Yue, leading the city lord's guards, devised a plan to trap Huang Laowai, that they finally captured him alive! Of course, Huang Laowai paid the price of losing his legs and spent his life in Wasteland Prison, unable to escape.
The soldiers of that time had now grown into new Team Leaders, but it seemed as if scenes from decades past were replaying. Even with mechs more advanced than those of that era, facing such a formidable opponent made it difficult to withstand that inhuman strength!
The middle-aged man was shaken; he had reached the Fifth Stage of martial arts and could be considered a master even within the Blue Seal Empire. With the combat power of the Type 9 mech, he should not be so easily overwhelmed by Huang Laowai.
In just an instant, his thoughts raced, yet his hands did not falter. With both legs broken, Huang Laowai could only rely on his hands, which resembled withered tree vines!
These hands appeared frail but seemed forged from the hardest Alloy of the Federation. Even against fists as massive as boulders, they could withstand with sheer resilience.
As the Team Leader, the middle-aged man knew that a Type 9 mech could unleash combat power equivalent to that of the Seventh Stage of martial arts. This was why he and Long Yin Yue were confident that with four Type 9 mechs, they could intercept Huang Laowai and his group. After all, they knew that aside from Huang Laowai, none among them possessed combat power beyond the Third Stage!
“Bang! Bang! Bang—”
The tremendous impact reverberated through the mechanical arm and into the middle-aged man's entire body. Even through the mech's Alloy shell, he felt an overwhelming discomfort as his body trembled from the relentless force.
“Old Black! Assist me!”
The middle-aged man was not a lone wolf; if he couldn't handle it alone, then he would fight with two. However, at that moment, he realized something was wrong. His companion, Old Black, who should have quickly responded, was now completely silent. A sense of foreboding gripped his heart.
Instinctively, the middle-aged man looked up at a nearby mech and felt his eyelids twitch. Old Black had somehow jumped out of the cockpit and was now standing dazed among a thicket of bushes.
"Old Black!" The bond of comradeship surged within him. He knew that although Old Black was a master fighter, without the assistance of the mech against these Blue Marked People, Old Black would surely be in grave danger!
In that moment of distraction, the middle-aged man suddenly felt a shadow rise in his line of sight. He then saw Huang Laowai's face break into a strange smile. His deeply wrinkled face only deepened those lines further when he smiled, creating an unsettling sight.
In the next instant, the middle-aged man felt a wave of sluggishness wash over him, followed by the approach of a fist!
There was no sound; he only felt an immense force crashing into his mind, as if he were sinking into an ocean, helplessly watching as Huang Laowai's fist struck the unguarded mech.
The massive mech seemed to be yanked back by an unseen force, tumbling in an unnatural manner. The middle-aged man was filled with terror as he realized he could not move at all, as if some great power had him pinned down.
The nightmare had just begun. As soon as the mech he piloted came to a halt, Huang Laowai appeared before him once more. That skeletal hand, resembling alloy, struck again at the mech's abdomen!
The third punch!
The fourth punch!
The mech was battered like a rag doll under Huang Laowai's relentless assault, unable to retaliate. All the middle-aged man could do was widen his eyes in horror as that seemingly frail figure continued to close in on him.
Huang Laowai felt exhilarated at this moment, even a bit euphoric. How many years had he spent in that narrow space? Ever since his legs were broken, he had never fought again. This feeling of unrestrained joy was reminiscent of the first time he participated in the trials of the Beast Forest in the Empire.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
He swept away the thorns ahead and flattened the rugged mountain path! Huang Laowai's momentum continued to rise, and the brilliance in his eyes flickered incessantly. Decades of repression found their release at this moment.
"Martial Arts!" The middle-aged man understood; he recognized that this was the Martial Arts Huang Laowai employed, a form of spiritual Martial Arts that attacked invisibly.
Although he had participated in the siege against Huang Laowai back then, he had never witnessed him using this Martial Arts. Later, he had heard about it from the former Team Leader, but he had always been skeptical that such a miraculous Martial Arts truly existed in the world!
Yet now, he was experiencing it firsthand. That invisible force not only suppressed his body but also weighed down on his mind. However, as a Fifth Stage powerhouse, he certainly could not be easily controlled!
But enduring this was incredibly uncomfortable; it felt as if a storm was raging within his chest, waves of dizziness crashing against his brain. He felt as though he might faint at any moment.
Suddenly, a sharp cracking sound rang in the middle-aged man's ears, startling him and jolting him back to awareness! The high-strength glass of the mech shattered—glass that even a Phase Gun would struggle to break!
Boom! An even louder sound exploded beside him, and shards of glass shot toward his face like blades!
The window shattered completely, and a thin, bony hand suddenly reached in like a vine, gripping the middle-aged man's neck tightly.
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