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"Just as I thought! With your personality, even if it means dying together, you would want to leave behind two Prototypes! Luo Guohui, it really is you!" The two steel giants collided fiercely as the rumbling of the landslide around them grew louder.
The harsh sound of metal clashing echoed like war drums, igniting a surge of adrenaline!
The massive impact sent violent tremors through the cockpit, overwhelming both pilots with unprecedented pressure!
Outside, a torrent was rushing to sweep everything away, and in front of them stood an incredibly tough opponent. Both were in an extremely disadvantageous position, and the most likely outcome was that both sides would be engulfed by the landslide!
Yet at this moment, Yang Xiaoyou had completely confirmed who was piloting that mech!
With such terrifying endurance and unwavering conviction, in his mind, there was only one person capable of this!
Luo Guohui, who had bid farewell to his sister before embarking on his mission!
Two High-Frequency Cutters wielded like daggers in the hands of the mechs were constantly intercepting and colliding with each other, just like two elite soldiers engaged in fierce combat!
While serving as the main offensive force, they also acted as crucial defensive measures!
Even for ordinary people, engaging in a knife fight is incredibly challenging; yet the two mechs before him displayed astonishing agility in their attacks.
The sparks from the high-frequency daggers clashing were dazzling against the backdrop of the stormy darkness.
In this clash of steel and amidst the increasingly intense roar surrounding them, a dreamlike symphony unfolded, creating a striking visual impact!
The silver mech attacked with overwhelming force while the Black Mecha maneuvered skillfully to counter with finesse. Both sides had their respective advantages and different weaknesses!
With a 'bang,' facing the Silver Mech's attack slicing through the rain curtain, the Black Mecha suddenly deviated from its usual tactics. Instead of using its dagger for defense, it raised its Left Arm—previously used for support but limited in offensive power—directly allowing the dagger to plunge into it.
The piercing sound of metal tearing apart and the electric sparks bursting forth highlighted a scene of devastation.
The tremendous impact caused the mech to compress on one side, forcing it to bend its left leg and slam heavily against the ground to dissipate the force.
At that moment, the freed dagger shot straight toward the cockpit of the opposing mech. It was a deadly strike made at the cost of incapacitating its Left Arm!
However, the Left Arm of the Silver Mech struggled to collide with the right arm of the Black Mech. The initial imbalance from the earlier collision caused this crucial attack to veer slightly off course.
The high-frequency vibrating blade grazed against the cockpit, slicing open a shocking gash, revealing the figure of Luo Guohui inside, but that was as far as it went!
In this tense moment, the Electromagnetic Cannon mounted on the shoulder of the Silver Mech suddenly dropped down and fired without regard for the close-range danger to its own side!
With part of the cockpit destroyed, the impact would undoubtedly not be any better for them than for their opponent!
A deafening explosion erupted, forcibly separating the two mechs.
In that instant of separation, Yang Xiaoyou's eyes glowed a fierce red. The speed of a series of Digital Symbols flashing increased dramatically!
The control in her hands reached its limit; veins bulged and muscles tensed in her arms as if they might burst through her skin!
Meanwhile, as the Black Mech rolled through the air, it flung its only weapon at an almost impossible angle.
Although it couldn’t hit the now unreachable cockpit, it struck hard against the shoulder-mounted Electromagnetic Cannon, causing a shower of sparks that rendered it completely useless!
Additionally, the Left Arm that had been forced into position to block that cannon fire was also entirely destroyed from earlier cuts. However, this blast also affected the Right Arm of the Silver Mech. The magnetic lock loosened, leaving the dagger embedded in the Left Arm of the Black Mech.
In a swift motion, it was pulled free, and both sides had nearly exchanged weapons!
One side completely lost a mechanical arm while the other lost its initial long-range weapon advantage; neither gained any upper hand!
At that moment, the long-anticipated mudslide finally reached this place.
Massive boulders rolled along with the torrent, as if everything in their path would be wiped away! The force of nature surged forward, indifferent and relentless!
Amidst the swirling flood, only a few steadfast stones remained precariously balanced, while two mechs continued to bounce off each other, searching for a foothold.
Almost every spot that could serve as a landing was quickly trampled upon and needed immediate replacement. The level of foresight and situational awareness required was beyond human capability!
In this situation, the Black Mech began to show a significant Advantage in predicting movements and choosing landing spots. However, the Silver Mech seemed utterly unconcerned about its own safety, intent on crashing both mechs into the torrent!
It was a mutual destruction strategy, as if it were determined to take both mechs down with it!
For this kind of ‘Freeloader’ tactic, even Yang Xiaoyou, who was adept at maintaining rhythm despite distractions, found it extremely frustrating.
There was no way to expand his own Advantage at this moment; he could only continue to clash while moving toward the edge.
If anyone could witness how these two ‘heavy’ mechs managed to find footholds and move toward the edge in such an environment, they would likely be unable to believe their own eyes.
Inside a visibly dilapidated Military Camp, nearly everyone had taken refuge in tents under the onslaught of the torrential rain.
However, on the watchtower, two sentries remained. Although there was a roof overhead, the pouring rain still soaked the entire lookout. The two sentries, clad in raincoats, cursed while passing the time chatting with each other.
"Damn it, the British Army's Fourth Defensive Outpost just got wiped out. Tsk Tsk, it must have been General Bogan's people; they really did us a favor," said one particularly burly sentry with a hint of schadenfreude.
"Of course! If it weren't for this damn situation, I would have wanted to go take a look myself. Maybe we could have kicked some fallen dogs while they were down. Those big warlords like General Bogan don’t bother us much. We’ve been bullied enough," replied the other sentry in complete agreement.
General Bogan, backed by the Chinese Empire, was quite notorious among all the Myanmar Warlords. Their group could barely manage to survive and make ends meet.
"Also, that tremor we just felt probably means another mudslide has occurred. Luckily we chose a good location; I wonder if there will be any unfortunate souls caught in it. Huh? Why is it shaking again? Is there another one?" Just as one of them brought up the topic again, both felt the watchtower begin to sway.
However, before he could say anything else, his companion from Beside was poking him with a wide-eyed, ghostly expression, pointing in a certain direction.
When he followed the gesture with some confusion, he too was left dumbfounded. "Honey, come out and see the gods!"
Two massive Iron Giants were continuously intertwining, swapping positions with each other. Each time they crossed paths, sparks flew!
Nearby trees were caught in the chaos, and the ground was left in ruins by the two Iron Monsters.
The Black Mech seemed to be missing an arm, struggling to defend itself, while the silver Mech occasionally trembled irregularly. It appeared that some control hub was malfunctioning.
Neither side could gain the upper hand!
"Haha! Indeed, in terms of conviction, I truly cannot match your persistence! Just now, under such an Advantage, you managed to turn the tide!" He raised his hand to block an attack and swept his leg to clear the mud on the ground, launching himself toward the opponent's cockpit.
Yang Xiaoyou seized that moment to control the mech and create some distance.
If only he possessed that kind of conviction! When caught in the mudslide earlier, he might have had a chance to eliminate his opponent!
But unfortunately, compared to Luo Guohui, who was willing to risk his life for the belief left by the Prototype, Yang Xiaoyou did not think that this Mech's value exceeded his own life.
In a battle of masters, inner conviction played a crucial role.
Hearing the mechanical sounds emanating from the mech's external speakers, Luo Guohui—covered in a mix of mud and blood—had to admit that no matter what, he likely no longer had the ability to keep his opponent at bay.
Both his body and the current state of his mech were nearing their limits. Through Radar, he understood that he had been lured into a camp of some Rebel Army.
If he were to perish alongside his opponent now, the wreckage of their Mechs would likely fall into enemy hands. At that point, not only would he lose his opponent's Mech but also his own latest model!
On the other side, Yang Xiaoyou felt relieved when he saw that the Mech stuck to him finally came to a halt.
Difficult!
So difficult!
If the opponent only had sharp skills, I could compensate with my control advantage! If the opponent only had that kind of fearless belief, I could also make up for it with my strength!
But when both of these qualities are present, I find myself nearly pushed to a dead end!
If it weren't for the support of the magical artifact on me, continuously replenishing my energy consumption, I would probably be unable to endure this long-term drain. The time I can hold on is almost at its limit.
If Luo Guohui really didn't care about two mechs falling into the hands of that warlord beside him, I would have to abandon this prototype and escape while I still had the chance.
Now that I've seen his choice, Yang Xiaoyou understands that he has finally succeeded. No matter how the process went, in terms of results, being able to take this model away means he has already won.
"You are a formidable opponent. Next time, we must determine a victor in this unfinished battle."
Luo Guohui, who always places national interests first, spoke in a calm tone before turning and leaving.
Watching the silver figure depart, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but sigh. It's a pity that both sides can never stand on the same ground.
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