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With a single strike, silence fell over the battlefield. Jufeng stood opposed to the seven Junior Terrorists, ready for the battle to continue.
Four of the Terrorists stepped forward, fanning out in formation as they cautiously approached Jufeng. His varied attack methods forced them to tread carefully; after all, their comrade lay at his feet, their fate uncertain—a glaring signal of danger.
The three remaining mechs halted, their bodies steady as mechanical sounds echoed around them. In no time, the three mechs transformed into turrets.
The reason mechs had become the mainstay of modern warfare was largely due to their versatility. They could function as Fighter Jets in the air and transform into tank turrets on the ground. When multiple Mecha Soldiers coordinated together, they could effectively form a comprehensive strategic approach for their forces.
For instance, the current formation of seven mechs combined ranged and close combat capabilities, creating a formidable deterrent.
Jufeng fixed his gaze on the mechs ahead, his expression resolute. He finally switched his Iron Arm for a Thermal Sword, pointing its blade forward with fierce determination!
Although the four close-combat mechs were the first to advance, they did not engage Jufeng first. The three turret shells reached him before they could make contact.
A chill ran through Jufeng's eyes—it was a Tracking Missile.
Unlike other directional shells, Tracking Missiles could change direction freely in space to follow their target until they struck it or were forced to hit something else.
Being forced to hit a target referred to situations like Jufeng's.
He bent down and dragged the unconscious mech from the ground, using it as a shield in front of himself.
The four close-combat mechs were infuriated at this sight; using their comrade as a human shield was a blatant humiliation. Thus, before the Tracking Missile could reach Jufeng, they fired upon it first, ensuring it met its end mid-air before reaching him.
Jufeng smirked within his mech. How generous of you Terrorists to show compassion! Just look at this desolate plain strewn with wreckage and debris embedded in the soil. Your lives are precious, yet what about the nearly two hundred Cosmic Police? Are they not lives too?
Jufeng, traversing the Underworld, was not a purist, but the current grim situation truly filled him with anger.
With a cold snort that went unheard, he expressed his inner turmoil. He casually tossed his mech aside, and with a thrust of acceleration, he shot up into the air.
At this point in the battle, dawn was approaching. Rising into the sky, he could clearly see the distant horizon tinged with a pale blue hue.
Dawn was indeed near.
...
The four Terrorists saw Jufeng ascend into the sky and immediately pursued him. The three behind readied their Shells, launching three Tracking Missiles into the air.
In the dim night, a white light flickered on Jufeng's mech, followed by a series of flashes as he fired off three Shells in quick succession. However, his targets were not the missiles flying above but rather three Turrets on the ground.
Then Jufeng moved. He dove toward the four pursuing mechs, swiftly positioning himself among them.
A close-quarters melee ensued.
Close combat required precise movements; each shift had to be minimal yet exact. Especially since Jufeng faced four opponents, the pressure was immense.
Moreover, three Tracking Missiles danced menacingly around him, quickly closing in on his position.
Thus, Jufeng prepared to weave into the midst of the four.
As the first Shell approached, Jufeng found the right angle and suddenly plummeted downward. The Shell relentlessly pursued, weaving through the four of them, heading straight for Jufeng.
Jufeng's body, which had been falling rapidly, abruptly halted and then shot sideways. At that moment, the pursuing Shell was dangerously close to him, about to make contact before it suddenly exploded.
The short-distance burst sprint, under Jufeng's automatic mode, achieved a speed comparable to that of the Shell in flight. Therefore, despite being extremely close, there was still no contact.
However, as time passed, Jufeng's speed could not be sustained in comparison to the Shell. Once his speed decreased, he would be severely injured!
Yet, Jufeng did not continue flying in a straight line. In an instant, his flight trajectory sharply veered off. Not far away, just half the length of his body, the Shell that had been closely following him found it difficult to change direction in such a short distance.
The great physicist Newton once stated that everything has a tendency to maintain its original state of motion; this is inertia.
It was precisely because of inertia that the Tracking Missile continued to glide for two meters in the direction Jufeng had initially taken.
Unfortunately, during those two meters of gliding, it encountered another Tracking Missile that also could not change its trajectory in time.
Thus, they made intimate contact and exploded spectacularly in each other's embrace.
At that moment, Jufeng was just a stone's throw away. A white light illuminated his body; it was the isolation projectile he had released earlier.
With tremendous force propelling him forward, Jufeng executed the same maneuver again and returned to the vicinity of the four Azure Level Mechas.
At that moment, they were about to rejoice at Jufeng being heavily injured by the Shell when unexpectedly, instead of wailing amidst the gunfire as they anticipated, Jufeng suddenly reappeared in their line of sight.
Their judgment had faltered, and not just once, but tonight.
Thus, they were to face the consequences of their misjudgment. Jufeng equipped both arms with Thermal Swords, slicing through the air with two beautiful arcs.
As a result, deep wounds were carved into the bodies of the four mechs by the forceful sword strikes.
Electric arcs flickered across the mech's surface as they lost control and began to plummet.
Jufeng showcased his driving skills at Crimson Rank once more, as if performing a show. His magnificent combat posture, precise judgments, and flawless choices resembled an art form, captivating all who watched and making them forget that this was a battlefield where life and death hung in the balance.
Hua Cheng stared blankly at the exquisite display in the sky amidst the remnants of his squadron, momentarily forgetting to close his gaping mouth. Fortunately, the mech's structure concealed him from view.
The heavily damaged Ironclad Troops members felt a surge of hope upon seeing their sudden savior in mid-air. With Jufeng present, they believed they could triumph even against overwhelming odds.
He was revered like a deity!
However, just as their joy intensified, smiles froze on their faces. Liu Gulang and Vera gasped in shock from within their mechs.
Just moments ago, Jufeng had skillfully orchestrated two Shells to collide mid-air, averting disaster while turning it into an advantage, unexpectedly bringing down the four mechs to the ground. But they must not forget that three mechs on the ground had launched three Tracking Missiles.
One more missile was now behind Jufeng, about to strike him.
Jufeng could no longer deflect this Tracking Missile; all he could do was turn around and use his Thermal Sword to cushion the impact before it detonated on him.
"Bang!"
The Tracking Missile exploded, shattering one of Jufeng's Thermal Swords, sending his entire mech flying backward.
The four mechs that had been cut down by Jufeng landed on the ground, adjusting their bodies to land on their feet. The Tracking Missile fired by Jufeng had just been neutralized by the three Turrets; otherwise, he would have suffered even greater injuries and likely faced a brutal beating while down.
Everything was actually part of Jufeng's calculations. With three Tracking Missiles and the assault from four Azure Level Mechas, it was not impossible for him to retreat unscathed, but the current situation did not allow for such an escape. Thus, he had no choice but to risk injury to inflict some damage on those four mechs.
As Jufeng flew backward, he managed to adjust his body before landing, avoiding a fall. At this moment, his left Thermal Sword was gone, replaced by his original Iron Arm, and there were faint arcs of electricity flickering across his mech. Fortunately, due to the cushioning effect of the Thermal Sword, his injuries were not severe.
Jufeng straightened his mech and pointed his sword forward once again.
(To be continued)
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