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The mech known as Hurricane, designed by Jufeng, had astonished Crimson-Level Researcher Huankezhao during its initial design phase, as its speed surpassed that of ordinary Crimson Rank mechs by several levels.
Now, as he piloted the mech in the mid-stage of the battle, his speed was unmatched.
Thus, compared to the rapid approach of Chen Ziping, Jufeng had covered a much greater distance, accumulating a more profound power.
Flying close to the ground, he stirred up clouds of yellow dust. The Thermal Sword suddenly appeared in Hurricane's hand, sweeping horizontally just above the surface. A golden sword light surged forward, accompanied by rolling waves of heat, right before Chen Ziping.
This move originated from the unique techniques of Yanhuang City: Rising Winds from the Ground! It was based on an ancient teaching—Striking Water Stone—implying that for those who drift, momentum is key!
Hurricane was like a stone thrown into water, creating ripples that eventually reached Chen Ziping for a final display.
The power behind this move was immense. Jufeng's ability to apply martial arts to a mech was even more astonishing.
Among the spectators below, not everyone was oblivious to the intricacies of the battle; there were also elites from various military factions and prominent figures from the political arena.
An Old Man in His Sixties sat next to a Seventy-Year-Old Man with white hair but a fierce aura. Although the Old Man in His Sixties appeared younger in terms of age, his mental state seemed overshadowed by that of the Seventy-Year-Old Man.
Watching Jufeng's move, the Old Man in His Sixties couldn't discern its significance but felt the excitement radiating from the elite around him. He recognized it as akin to an explorer discovering a new continent.
However, this feeling made him quite uncomfortable.
"Is he really that impressive?" The seemingly gentle old man spoke with an edge in his voice.
He directed his question at the Seventy-Year-Old Man beside him.
The Seventy-Year-Old Man remained impassive but subtly expressed disdain.
With a cold snort, he replied, "It's merely a trick. Even if he's impressive, what does it matter? One of my Battleships could easily crush him. Two self-important fools aren't worth taking seriously."
His words were quite arrogant; dismissing Jufeng was one thing, but it seemed he didn't even regard the renowned Chen Yiping. If Chen Tan Hua were present, he would likely exclaim in surprise and say, "Old man, you're quite something!"
Hearing this, the Old Man in His Sixties smiled and nodded slightly, choosing not to speak further as he continued to quietly observe the battle unfolding in the arena.
Faced with the sudden attack from Jufeng, Chen Yiping was somewhat surprised, but that was all. He remained extremely calm, not even glancing at the ground, as his hands rapidly struck the display screen in front of him more than thirty times.
In just a second or two, the charging White Horse made two consecutive reactions. It landed abruptly and then leaped like a dragon.
Almost grazing the light of the Thermal Sword, the White Horse rolled and arrived behind the Hurricane.
Before it could turn around, Chen Ziping also wielded his Thermal Sword, as if he had a pair of eyes on his back. He thrust it backward toward Jufeng.
If Jufeng did not dodge, he would certainly be pierced through. At that moment, it was indeed difficult for Jufeng to evade.
However, the battle would not proceed so calmly according to predetermined expectations.
The Hurricane, utilizing the sword momentum from Rising Winds from the Ground, thrust forward even without an enemy in front of it.
Although it landed in empty space, it propelled the Hurricane's body upward from the ground.
"Clang!"
In mid-air, the Hurricane executed a horizontal slash with its sword, meeting the thrust of the White Horse's attack in mid-air.
Both combatants adjusted their directions and retreated, ending the first round in a draw.
The White Horse stood tall before the Hurricane and did not immediately continue attacking; instead, it began a dialogue with Jufeng.
"Not bad; at least you're not particularly disappointing. If your performance today falls below this level, I wouldn't mind taking care of you for Dragon Elder. Better than having you tarnish Dragon Elder's reputation."
Jufeng found this statement quite rude. Clearly it was a draw; where did he get the confidence to speak so condescendingly?
Just as Jufeng was about to retort, Chen Ziping seemed to have no intention of listening to him at all. He merely shook his Thermal Sword in hand, which suddenly transformed into a Thermal Spear with a crackling sound.
The White Horse's war spear was indeed Chen Ziping's standard equipment.
With the appearance of the war spear, the entire aura of the White Horse changed.
Jufeng's brows furrowed, his expression grave.
Before the audience could clearly see the form of the war spear, Chen Ziping drove his white horse towards Jufeng once more, still moving like the wind, his momentum like a long rainbow.
Jufeng's body sank; he did not evade the white horse's charge but instead faced it head-on. The war spear sliced through the air, and amidst the gasps of the audience, it reached Jufeng.
With both hands gripping his sword, he used the hurricane technique to block.
The force from both sides was astonishing. The hurricane was on the defensive, being pressured by the war spear, and retreated over twenty meters.
His legs sank into the ground, carving out a trench over twenty meters long.
The entire audience couldn't help but gasp in shock, covering their mouths in disbelief.
The war spear was retracted, shifting from a downward strike to an upward thrust. The hurricane leaned back, using the momentum to kick alternately at the spear.
The two separated again, but this time there was no pause; they collided once more immediately.
The spear was originally a long weapon, but in Chen Ziping's hands, it was wielded with such skill that it became adaptable in length, steadily keeping Jufeng at a disadvantage.
Martial skills could be considered as attack techniques for mechs, but that was only true for some. A greater part relied on mech control skills. In this aspect, Chen Ziping, who had immersed himself in mech operation for over forty years and dominated for more than twenty years, clearly had a deeper understanding.
Jufeng's experience in Mecha Combat was still too limited; in fact, his most frequent victories came amidst chaotic battles. What lay before him now was not a series of hills but a towering mountain. Climbing this mountain would be truly difficult for him.
Feeling the power transmitted through the mech to his arms, Jufeng felt genuine admiration for Chen Ziping. It was evident that he did not understand martial arts; he relied solely on his proficient mech control to contend with Jufeng yet still maintained a steady upper hand. This revealed a somewhat sad truth.
In terms of mechs, Jufeng was far behind Chen Ziping; it was not merely a matter of being in the same tier.
The war spear surged towards Jufeng like a storm while he continued to retreat. It was astonishing how Chen Ziping could wield such power with such mastery; it truly instilled fear.
Tian Feng sat in his seat, though he barely touched it. The battle between Jufeng and Chen Ziping was so thrilling that he couldn't help but become engrossed.
"Truly worthy of being called a War God; such mech control skills are unmatched throughout the Cosmos."
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