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The so-called Incident was, of course, an unexpected change. Yet here, in the estate of the Universal Energy Corporation, surrounded by dozens of guards on high alert, and with the battle in a deadlock, how could an Incident occur?
However, the Incident happened in the blink of an eye, something no one anticipated and no one was prepared for. For Light, it could be a double misfortune.
What had been a stalemate in the confrontation, Light had thought he could continue to mediate with Tian Feng. However, unexpectedly, Tian Feng suddenly accelerated his attack rhythm. In just two or three powerful strikes, he carved two bloody wounds across Light's chest.
Light could hardly believe it, shocked beyond measure.
In an instant, he understood the reason behind it. It turned out that Tian Feng had been fighting conservatively all along; all the strength he had displayed was according to his own capabilities, always holding back.
Such a person was truly cunning, but in reality, it was merely a difference in mindset.
Light had confidence; if he could muster enough strength to defeat Tian Feng at once, that would be best. If not, he still had a way out. But Tian Feng did not have that luxury; he had to proceed cautiously to create the current advantage.
As Light retreated in haste, Tian Feng naturally did not intend to let this opportunity slip away and closed in to pursue him. However, just as he gathered his strength to move forward, an inexplicable sense of crisis surged within him.
Those who have long hovered on the brink of life and death tend to be more sensitive to matters of survival than ordinary people. Just like when Chen Tan Hua and Jufeng faced Hear the Command's sniping; they always sensed danger beforehand.
So even with the advantage now on his side, Tian Feng had no choice but to halt temporarily.
Tian Feng's first thought was that this sense of crisis came from his opponent. However, he would not realize that this feeling also existed within Light's heart.
The only difference was that Light had just been severely injured by Tian Feng. Under the dual pressure of pain and shock, his perception had diminished significantly. Before he could take any action in response to that sense of danger, a bullet pierced through his heart.
The bullet seemed to come from nowhere.
The atmosphere in the arena suddenly froze!
Tian Feng was stunned, the onlookers were stunned, and Light's thoughts were still in shock just a second before he fell to the ground!
Why? This was the question in everyone's mind.
Those who were in shock temporarily lost their ability to react.
Tian Feng had no idea where the bullet had come from, but he understood one thing clearly: this bullet was definitely not aimed at him but had struck Light instead. If that was the case, it meant that the shooter was trying to save him.
How could he betray such goodwill and miss this opportunity?
...
As the bullet whizzed past Tian Feng's eyes, he swiftly stepped back and moved to Wen Yun's side.
Wen Yun was equally bewildered, unsure of what had just happened. He watched as Tian Feng quickly grabbed his coat and pulled out a canister without even looking, throwing it directly into the arena.
In that instant, it seemed as if another bullet from outside had descended, piercing through the chests of two black-clad men.
The canister hit the ground and instantly released a large cloud of white smoke that quickly filled the entire area.
At that moment, Light's subordinates suddenly realized that something was terribly wrong; their cooked duck was about to fly away.
However, when they pushed through the white mist and reached the open space, Tian Feng and Wen Yun had already vanished without a trace, leaving only a scattered piece of clothing on the ground.
At that moment, looking at Light, his pupils were wide open, and his breath was gone.
...
Inside the Huankezhao building, amidst the luxurious venue, the bustling crowd was merely a state of being; the profound silence was a true depiction.
A large number of people often signifies chaos and noise, but here it was different, as everyone's attention was focused on the virtual screen where two mechs were locked in fierce combat.
The War God wielded a shield in his left hand and a Thermal Sword in his right, resembling the ancient deities from Huaguo mythology appearing in the real world. Each move he made was simple yet filled with power.
It was clear that the injury on his shoulder had already healed.
In contrast, the Star used a thermal gun. The principle was the same; it was just that during its creation, the sword form had been changed to a gun form.
Civilization had lived in the jungles of Northeast during early times, hunting wild boars with long spears, making him more familiar and adept with firearms.
The competition between the mechs, aside from Shell's components, bore a striking resemblance to martial arts contests among humans. The long spear and Thermal Sword clashed with shields, creating a whirlwind of action where neither side could gain an advantage.
Cao Ke methodically launched his attacks while communicating with Civilization.
“Civilization, I believe you should know that this kind of contest is tedious and foolish. I could easily throw two bombs to interrupt this pointless back-and-forth.”
Cao Ke was right; ever since he had repaired his shoulder, he had been engaging in this manner with Civilization. However, mechs were not limited to just this; Cao Ke could easily employ Shell for combined attacks and then execute a close-range decapitation of Civilization. Although that would injure him as well, Civilization would still be defeated.
Both had been fighting with all their might just moments ago, so Cao Ke's words were not exaggerated. Civilization's silence represented a certain attitude.
"Then why don't you just admit defeat and save some energy for your escape later? I think that would be much more advantageous."
Cao Ke's voice dripped with sarcasm, echoing in Wenming's ears. After a brief pause, Wenming slowly replied.
"Maybe you're really mistaken. I won't lose today."
At these words, Cao Ke couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling uneasy about Wenming's confidence.
"Do you really need to fight hard and end up in a disastrous situation before you truly concede? I don't think you're that kind of person."
Cao Ke believed Wenming was just putting on a brave front, but in his mind, Wenming shouldn't be like this, which made him somewhat irritated.
However, the next action from Wenming left Cao Ke stunned and speechless.
Wenming projected a beautifully crafted Shell into the air, which then exploded like fireworks. The crowd in the venue was utterly confused; why was Wenming releasing fireworks at this moment? Was he too exhausted from the battle?
But only Cao Ke, present in the arena, could understand that when the Shell detonated, his mech suddenly took a step forward.
That's right, it moved forward on its own.
Cao Ke confirmed that he had not controlled the mech at all, nor was it a system error causing a delayed command; it was as if the mech had truly broken free from his control and moved by itself.
Did this signify the mech's sentience? Cao Ke couldn't dare to assert that in an instant, but he knew it had to be related to Wenming's firework.
So he quickly retreated, finding himself a thousand meters away in an instant, distancing himself from that terrifying sensation.
The crowd in the venue was utterly perplexed. Why did the War God retreat so thoroughly after the star released a firework, as if facing a formidable enemy?
A calm and civilized voice echoed within the Data Room.
"This is the Shortwave projectile developed by Xue. It can temporarily turn my mech into the master of any mechs within a certain frequency range. In other words, for a limited time and within a specific area, I can control the War God."
As soon as these words were spoken, Shangguan Wangyu, Cao Ke, and all the Research Assistants in the Simulation Chamber gaped in astonishment.
Their mouths were wide enough to fit an egg.
(To be continued)
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