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Mecha Combat
In history, the most recent and significant battle was undoubtedly the one between Cao Ke and Chen Ziping.
Perhaps it is destined that beautiful things must have some flaws, which is why that battle went unrecorded.
It was the clash of life and death that made it thrilling.
Afterward, Jufeng and Cao Ke also experienced battles, and they had a close encounter with Shangguan Wangyu. In terms of the strength of the combatants, the latter two were superior to the former by a considerable margin, yet their encounters were merely fleeting glimpses, lacking in excitement.
And now, at this very moment, in this particular scene, another extraordinary battle was destined to unfold.
However, the combatants were no longer the same as before. Their strengths might have shifted significantly.
"You are not my opponent; why must you insist on dying?"
Jufeng gazed at the general he had not seen in a long time, feeling neither joy nor anger, only a hint of regret.
"Whether you admit it verbally or acknowledge it internally, it is a fact. Another fact is that I do not want someone as exceptional as you to fall meaninglessly once again. Shangguan Wangyu has gone mad, but you have not."
Jufeng's words were nothing short of praise for Cao Ke, unreserved and clear. Throughout the entire Cosmos, it was truly difficult to find anyone as well-rounded in military matters as Cao Ke. There might be individuals who surpassed him in mecha skills or those who matched him in battleship command, but when it came to leadership talent, he was undeniably the best.
Even Jufeng felt inferior.
Yet Cao Ke seemed utterly indifferent to Jufeng's words.
He scoffed lightly, which served as his most direct response.
"You possess civilization and know how to stand by your comrades without regard for your own life. Do you think we cannot be those kinds of people?"
"It is not only you who value loyalty; we do as well, and we do not fall short of you in that regard. Also, after so long apart, you are being rather immodest."
"The strength and weakness of the mechs must ultimately be resolved within the mechs themselves. With so many of you here, aren't you just wasting your time helping me? Actually, it's not a waste; even if I gave you another moment, could you really change the current situation? You are already powerless to turn back. Even if we end up dead, that would still mean your defeat. How does it feel to lose? Are you enjoying it? I'll give you a chance to vent; what are you waiting for?"
As the general spoke, his mech surged forward, and at the end of his words, it suddenly accelerated, like a fierce wind sweeping through the cosmos.
In the next moment, he appeared less than half a meter in front of Jufeng.
Jufeng's gaze within the mech was clear and bright. Although he felt a deep sense of pity for Cao Ke and even considered his words an insult, he had no choice but to confront the reality.
It was contradictory, yet reality often unfolded amidst such contradictions.
However, what he saw was fact.
In Jufeng's eyes, Cao Ke's movements seemed to have slowed considerably compared to before, becoming sluggish.
It was akin to viewing a landscape from different heights; for a frog at the bottom of a well, the sky always seemed vast; for an eagle soaring high above, the sky was eternally a fresh blue.
Jufeng merely pushed his hand casually, and Cao Ke's attack was effortlessly blocked. To Jufeng, it felt as light as a breeze, but for those watching, it was enough to warrant applause.
Only upon reaching the highest realm does one understand that greater heights do not depend on diligence but rather on the subtle distinctions within one's mind.
This is the essence of the difference between people.
Cao Ke was taken aback as Jufeng easily deflected his attack.
He had thought that he was no longer Jufeng's opponent; however, he never anticipated that he would be defeated so quickly, with such an obvious gap between them—a chasm that seemed insurmountable.
Cao Ke had always held a deep respect for Shangguan Wangyu because he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could never catch up to him.
Now, that feeling resurfaced once more.
It was a helpless situation, yet there was also a sense of comfort.
After all, he had never been alone, and neither would Shangguan have to be.
For the new God of War, there was only one way: to fight to the death, with no room for surrender or defeat. In this regard, he was remarkably similar to Chen Ziping.
Thus, after being struck by Jufeng for the first time, his second move came without hesitation, flowing like water as he reappeared before Jufeng.
Though the outcome remained unchanged.
With less than five minutes already elapsed, Jufeng knew that even in his helplessness, he had to buy himself some time.
So he had to act quickly.
Part of it stemmed from his respect for Cao Ke, which is why Jufeng chose to give it his all.
In an instant, the general was gravely injured, discarding his armor and barely clinging to life.
Cao Ke had fallen, and it was far easier for him to lose than it had been for Chen Ziping to win.
Yet he had no regrets.
In the last fading light drifting into the vast universe, he looked toward Shangguan Wangyu's main segment, the Battleship, and smiled.
And so he floated away with a smile toward liberation, into the deepest reaches of time and space.
...
The indicator lights on the remnants of Shangguan Wangyu were still shining brightly, growing ever more intense as if they might explode.
Five minutes, three minutes, two minutes, one minute.
Time sometimes feels slow, and at other times it rushes by. When you want it to go fast, it drags on; when you need it to slow down, it speeds up.
In truth, time is the fairest of all, yet it can also be the most cruel.
Jufeng did not care about the fall; this was the path he had chosen, and now Jufeng had to save the road he had selected.
Without any further thought, with less than a minute remaining, Jufeng flew towards Shangguan Wangyu's flagship. Moments later, he arrived at the mouth of the battleship's cannon and stood there, blocking it.
Motionless and resolute.
The crowd witnessed his actions and suddenly came to a realization.
Some didn’t even think about the revelation; they simply followed behind Jufeng and quickly reached the spot, mimicking his stance.
That was Vera.
“Wife,” Jufeng called out affectionately as he looked at Vera.
“Husband,” Vera's voice echoed in Jufeng's ears—soft yet powerful.
Then, in the next second, more people surged towards them.
Five: Politeness, Tong Bailong; Chen Tan Hua, Tian Feng, Ouyang Chang, Qi Fa. Many Crimson Rank mechs followed as well.
Many others wanted to join but were stopped in their tracks.
The reason was simple: they were not trying to block the launch port with these mechs; that would be like an ant trying to stop a chariot—utterly futile.
What they needed to do was detonate their mechs just as the Shell was about to emerge, creating a counterbalance against the Shell that had yet to fully unleash its power.
When the two collided, they would annihilate each other. The crisis on Earth would be resolved.
What is the greatest strength of a mech? Yes, it is self-destruction. The self-detonation of a Crimson-Class Mecha holds immense power.
Moreover, this was not just one, nor merely ten.
However, self-detonation truly meant obliteration; once it happened, there would be nothing left—everything would turn to ashes.
Shangguan Wangyu looked at those fearless mechs and laughed wildly.
Death is good; even in death, I have won.
Jufeng gazed at Vera, at the surrounding Brothers, and at some of his disciples further away. He felt joy, yet also sorrow.
Thank you, but I’m sorry.
Jufeng thought to himself.
The battle in the universe continued, yet many had lost their will to fight because their struggles could not resolve the issues at hand. In just a few seconds, everything would come to a conclusion.
And indeed, it came to pass.
Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven…
Time flowed like water; the years slipped away.
“Bang!”
In the Vast Universe, a magnificent flower bloomed, radiant and dazzling.
Silent, it was a quiet departure.
Quietly, it was the flute of parting.
Countless fragments appeared in the universe.
Time fell into silence.
(To be continued)
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