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Jufeng had just crossed the defensive network when Shangguan Wangyu appeared behind him, clearly very fast.
However, rather than arriving quickly, it was more about the long wait.
Shangguan Wangyu's first words confirmed this point.
" Jufeng, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The Dragon Breaker Army had completed their distant deployment some time ago, so it was likely that Shangguan Wangyu had started waiting for Jufeng right after that.
Yet, in the vast universe, how could Shangguan Wangyu know where Jufeng was coming from?
"It's a simple principle; you don't need to be surprised. It's just a matter of perspective. If I were you, I would probably pass through the defensive network at three different locations. I just need to wander around a bit, and I would eventually wait for you."
Jufeng fell silent for a moment upon hearing this, and then suddenly, Shangguan Wangyu heard Jufeng's laughter in his ear.
Shangguan Wangyu's smile faded as he questioned, "What are you laughing at?"
Jufeng replied, "I naturally thought you would think that way too. So while you were waiting for me, why shouldn't I be waiting for you as well?"
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Wangyu raised an eyebrow. These two were indeed like calculating machines, each having anticipated the other's moves to the fullest extent. The cunning was high on both sides; they hardly resembled young men in their prime.
Feeling that continuing the conversation was somewhat tedious, Shangguan Wangyu decided that only the incompetent would seek momentary satisfaction through words.
Thus, he revealed his thermal energy weapon to demonstrate his determination to fight.
It was… a club. Jufeng glanced at it and could only draw such a rough conclusion. It didn't appear sharp at all but gave off a strong and powerful feeling.
The grip was slightly thinner at the holding end and gradually thickened towards the tip. It was about the same length as the Thermal Sword, but the flames on it burned even more fiercely.
A mocking voice echoed in Jufeng's ears as he gazed at the mountains: "Don't you think that weapon looks rather ridiculous?"
Shangguan Wangyu pointed the weapon in his hand, resembling a Wolf Fang Club, towards Jufeng and said, "Whether it's ridiculous or not, why not give it a try?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shangguan Wangyu drove his mech forward at high speed towards Jufeng.
In an instant, he was upon him.
Jufeng retreated like a whirlwind, and in the next moment, the Thermal Sword appeared in his palm. The energy chain traced a seductive arc across the starry sky, blocking Shangguan Wangyu's advance.
Shangguan Wangyu's mech was called the Prince; it lacked novelty but held great significance. It seemed that he was not just a prince anymore; in the realm of mechs, he had already become an undeniable emperor.
However, Jufeng had always looked down on imperial authority. He sought to resist, to overthrow, and to establish a free and democratic nation.
The hurricane-like figure of Jufeng halted mid-air. His fingers flew over the control panel, pressing buttons rapidly. Countless screens sprang to life before him as his mech charged swiftly towards Shangguan Wangyu.
He threw punches and kicks, followed by more punches, closing in with elbow strikes and shoulder slams while the Thermal Sword slashed and thrust.
The two mechs collided, intertwining in a flurry of movements that seemed almost choreographed, even more rapid and rhythmic than human-controlled Muscle.
Indeed, it was rhythm. If one observed closely, they would see that the two mechs moved like dancers in combat; despite their speed, they remained composed.
It was a paradoxical situation. Martial arts thrived on surprise while music emphasized harmony. Yet within mechs, these two elements could seamlessly blend together.
It resembled Tai Chi in essence.
Is Tai Chi countless? This is beyond doubt; no one dares deny its significant status in martial arts. Yet Tai Chi is also filled with rhythm; every move seems like a stanza of poetry with its own rise and fall, captivating enough to make one forget its lethal potential.
Shangguan Wangyu had previously thought that Jufeng's claim of waiting for him was merely a psychological tactic. At best, it was a mid-game strategy; he wasn't even sure he could secure victory against Cao Ke. Why would he willingly confront him?
However, in this confrontation, he realized that Jufeng had not only enjoyed honor and power in Near Earth Star over the past few days but had also been deeply training in mecha combat.
This talent even made Shangguan Wangyu a bit envious.
"Are those people from the stars? Tsk tsk, truly impressive! But sharpening a sword at the last moment can only allow one to observe; when it comes to actual combat, how could one suddenly become sharp?"
Shangguan Wangyu coldly scoffed, blocking a series of attacks from Jufeng, then abruptly shifted his stance from defense to offense. In an instant, he caught Jufeng off guard.
The Wolf Fang Club descended like a mountain, overwhelming Jufeng with an oppressive force that felt like dark clouds closing in on a city, leaving him momentarily stunned and forgetting to evade.
This was the rhythm—the Prince's rhythm. It wasn't about how beautiful this rhythm was; what mattered was that it drew people in, sometimes making it impossible to extricate themselves.
With just this one strike, it seemed that apart from the Tenth Rank and Crimson Rank, all other mechas would be powerless to resist and could collapse in an instant. Even if he charged into the chaotic fray alone, he only needed to swing his weapon dozens or even hundreds of times to reach the enemy's core position.
Jufeng was neither Tenth Rank nor merely Crimson Rank, so he could evade more easily. The Thermal Sword transferred from one hand to the other, revealing a long slender chain that blocked the descending Wolf Fang Club against the starry sky.
The chain was flexible and easily absorbed force. Thus, Jufeng merely fell downward with the tension of the chain without sustaining any injuries.
He only confirmed one thing: he was indeed not yet a match for Shangguan Wangyu.
This thought carried another layer of meaning for Jufeng: while he couldn't defeat Shangguan Wangyu now, it wouldn't be so easy for Shangguan Wangyu to surpass him.
Jufeng focused his mind and absorbed the insights he had gained from Shen Lu, Senior Brother over these days. The pressure coming from Shangguan Wangyu allowed him to digest these lessons even more thoroughly.
The two mecha pilots stood at the pinnacle of Cosmos, shifting from interstellar space to planets and back again. In the process, they had destroyed countless mountains and trees, stirred up numerous dust storms, set off countless fireworks, and shattered many meteors.
Their battle had lasted about an hour and a half; Jufeng was nearing exhaustion but had not yet been completely defeated—despite being covered in wounds.
Shangguan Wangyu was furious that Jufeng had not fallen as quickly as he had anticipated under his storm-like assault. However, anger only caused his movements to become chaotic, making victory even more elusive.
However, Jufeng was now exhausted, and the injuries he had sustained were finally reaching a breaking point due to their accumulation. If this continued, his chances of victory were extremely high.
Just at that moment, two mechs suddenly appeared behind Jufeng, and another mech emerged behind Shangguan Wangyu.
After each contacted their respective mechs, both Jufeng and Shangguan Wangyu's expressions changed dramatically.
Thus, today's match had to come to an abrupt halt.
What Jufeng heard was a message from Qi Fa: "General Zhang Huwei has been ambushed; he may not survive."
As for Shangguan Wangyu, the reason for his shock was: "General Cao Ke is now surrounded by the enemy; the situation is very dangerous."
(To be continued)
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