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Cao Ke closed the communication within the mech, a consistent style of his, especially in the chaotic environment of the battlefield.
With a focused mind, he could concentrate fully.
The Thermal Sword appeared, a whirlwind stirring up thick smoke and layers of clouds. A lone figure wielding a sword found himself surrounded, yet there was no fear—only relentless advance.
Before Cao Ke, the War God was Chen Ziping. In his time, Chen Ziping never knew what it meant to be afraid on the battlefield; he wielded his spear through blood and chaos, unstoppable in his path.
After Chen Ziping, if anyone had the capability to inherit the title of War God, it was undoubtedly Cao Ke. Dramatically, the succession of the War God was marked by the sword of the next generation piercing the chest of the former.
Seeing Cao Ke rise up, Civilization's four members wore grave expressions. Civilization quickly drew out his thermal gun, pointing it at Cao Ke to intercept him.
However, this obstruction proved quite strenuous; in an instant, Civilization found his legs sinking into the ground, immobilized.
He had fought alongside Cao Ke over two years ago, but now in this renewed clash, Civilization realized just how vast the gap between them had become—a chasm that seemed insurmountable. His own abilities in the mech might only reach Crimson Rank.
Yet Civilization was not alone in battle. His spear blocked the general's advance as two swords emerged from either side, both thrusting toward Cao Ke.
The angles of the two swords were treacherous, their momentum fierce. Cao Ke raised an eyebrow, a flicker of intense determination flashing in his eyes.
He leaped back while swinging the Thermal Sword downward, carving a trench in the earth and creating a wall of sand in mid-air.
Even while retreating, Cao Ke could instantly think of ways to defend against further enemy attacks—his combat experience was truly extensive.
In an instant, dust and smoke rose up, obscuring vision and naturally hindering everyone’s assault.
However, the opposing four were not to be underestimated. While their combat prowess might not match up, their wealth of battle experience was formidable and rivaled that of Cao Ke.
Amidst the smoke curtain appeared a figure wielding a heavy hammer. It seemed as if a divine warrior had descended, exuding terrifying pressure that compelled Cao Ke to proceed with caution.
Cao Ke's body tilted slightly in mid-air as he swung the Thermal Sword sideways toward the hammer. Although he did not strike it directly, he managed to dissipate much of its burning force.
Holding the heavy hammer was Tong Bailong, who preferred this violent aesthetic approach to combat. This weapon had been custom-made for him by Jiang Xue.
Cao Ke brushed past Tong Bailong, and as they did, their iron fists collided against each other's chests, causing both to stagger backward.
As the distance widened, the heavy hammer suddenly slipped from Tong Bailong's grasp. It wasn't thrown away; instead, a long iron chain appeared in midair, engulfed in fierce flames.
Cao Ke witnessed this scene and saw the hammer leaving Tong Bailong's hand, stirring memories of his longing for Jiang Xue.
Jiang Xue's research into weaponry had brought a new enhancement to the mecha's weapon systems. Her expertise in mecha design was indeed unparalleled. Why had such an outstanding talent slipped through his fingers?
All these thoughts vanished in an instant, like lightning striking. The heavy hammer was already upon him; he had to choose a way to respond.
Perhaps it was the yearning that unleashed his potential. Cao Ke gritted his teeth, dismissing any thoughts of clever tricks. With a serious expression, he raised his Thermal Sword and swung it down at the hammer.
A deafening crash echoed through the air as the hammer struck the ground beside him, retrieved by Tong Bailong. Cao Ke appeared unfazed; despite the tremendous force of impact, it felt as if he hadn’t been the one to deliver it.
Tong Bailong rarely felt admiration, but seeing Cao Ke effortlessly counter his heavy strike left him astonished.
The four regrouped, with Cao Ke standing opposite them, devoid of unnecessary thoughts as they prepared to engage once more.
...
Jufeng was still in the midst of Spatial Leap, and the screen indicated that he was rapidly approaching the target point, signaling that the impending battle was about to commence. Deep within him stirred an unexpected sense of anticipation and excitement.
Perhaps this decisive battle would begin here. Who could have imagined that their first meeting would determine all future outcomes?
This confrontation came too suddenly and without warning.
Was there truly no preparation? Certainly not. The past two years, or even stretching back eight years or throughout his life, had all led up to this decisive moment.
After preparing for so long, fleeting thoughts still emerged in his mind. It was like being ready for the high school entrance exam or the college entrance examination; yet when the moment arrived and he sat in the examination hall, his heart would still race uncontrollably.
Nervousness wasn't the issue; the real reason was that after this battle, it felt as if everything would come to an end. Whether it was a win, a loss, or some unexpected outcome, there would ultimately be a conclusion.
After the conclusion, everything would truly be over.
Thinking of this, Jufeng suddenly recalled Lu Qijia and reflected on the romantic encounters of his life—he would use that term for now—and felt that this battle seemed to have taken too long to arrive.
After it was over, he wouldn't feel empty inside, because there were still beloved ones and family to rely on.
Jufeng contemplated further into the future but quickly returned to the present. He looked ahead and finally spotted the silhouette of Shangguan Wangyu's fleet not far away.
In the distance, he could vaguely see a massive fleet surrounding a planet. Jufeng was familiar with those battle groups and felt excited about what kind of grand gift they would prepare for Shangguan Wangyu.
Since they had come, there would naturally be gifts, for Ikeda Kenji was never one to lack politeness. After all, Pan An was there too, along with shared enmity.
Suddenly, Jufeng seemed to think of something and a signature smile appeared on his face.
"Qi Fa, Sisi, prepare your mechs; it seems we will have a mech duel later."
His words left everyone in the command room momentarily stunned, but no one questioned him. Under Jufeng's instructions, Qi Fa's Special Forces and Sisi's Royal Guard left the command room.
Then, on the screen before them, a stunning scene unfolded.
Shangguan Wangyu's fleet hovered motionless in the vast universe, centered around Shangguan Wangyu's command ship, with sixty percent of its ships in formation.
Jufeng's smile was validated.
Once upon a time, the Hurricane Army had also found itself in such a predicament, trapped in an immovable crisis within the boundless interstellar space.
Now, everything has returned to the Suihuan Army.
Pan An smiled at Ikeda Kenji in the command room and then said, "I really like this ancient saying from Earth: 'Use the enemy's own tactics against them.'"
Ikeda Kenji shook his head and explained with a smile, "To put it more accurately, it's called 'an eye for an eye.'"
The two of them laughed heartily.
(To be continued)
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