Wei Tianyang awakened the mories within his heart, and the shadow of that horse gradually erged.
At this mont, he felt his legs possessed surging power and his heart was beating furiously, as if there was an eighteen-cylinder engine inside him, and soone had viciously stomped on the accelerator.
He took a deep breath, clenched his right fist, and entered Iron Man mode’s first gear, turning his entire body into an iron-grey color.
Then, he squatted on the spot, assuming a starting position.
His left leg bent, his right leg straight, he looked straight ahead.
How fast could he run?
Wei Tianyang lingered for a mont, then his left leg powered up, furiously pushing off the ground, his body shot out like a bullet.
All he could see in the corner of his eyes was the night scenery stretching into a line, the sights that were far in the distance arrived in an instant, and during this brief journey, there was a mont—a sonic boom—then a white mist rushed at his face, and after that, he couldn’t hear anything at all.
It was the sound barrier.
Fighter jets and supercars, upon reaching a certain critical speed, would break through the sound barrier.
That ant his speed had already surpassed sound; the noise he created couldn’t keep up with him.
Wei Tian was now in this state; he couldn’t hear any sound, and moreover, while running at high speed, he didn’t even dare to take his gaze off the path ahead, fearing a misstep would break his legs.
Behind him, he left not just footprints but a gale, and the ground beneath his feet crumbled, the soil splattering to both sides.
Because he was Iron Man, with a body density far beyond normal human levels, and running at a speed that broke the sound barrier, it was like driving a train at the speed of a fighter jet.
This made the ground beneath him unable to bear the burden, and the pressure from the wind he brought along was terrifyingly strong; if an ordinary person was to walk by him now, they’d likely be sliced in two by the air current.
And now, the problem he had been most worried about arose—the high temperature caused by the friction between his body and the air from high-speed running.
Wei Tianyang could clearly feel that the magazines plugged into his body had flown off, his face must be unbearably hot by now, and the sleeves of his vigorously swinging arms were torn.
And a few hundred ters ahead, a wall and searchlights appeared; the Libitelli military was on guard there.
Wei Tianyang gradually slowed down and then, with one foot against the ground, slid nearly a hundred ters forward like surfing before coming to a stop.
He still maintained his Iron Man state, but his clothes were in disarray, with split cuffs, askew ammo belts, and the small bag that had hung from his waist was gone, not to ntion his shoes, with the soles nearly run off.
"Just as I thought," he muttered to himself, "unless I wear specially made clothing, my clothes will be ruined just by one run."
He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket; the device, because it was in the inner pocket of his jacket and close to his body, hadn’t been lost, but the screen had shattered against his chest due to his body turning iron and rapid movent, blackening more than half of the top side of the screen.
He looked back toward the distant isolation wall, feeling that he had only run for about a dozen seconds and had already reached near the wall, a distance that was at least a dozen kiloters...
It was too exaggerated! With this speed and an iron body, Wei Tianyang could turn himself into a missile.
At that mont, a few hundred ters away, the searchlights from the watchtower were already casting beams of light toward him, and warnings in the Libitelli language rang out from the loudspeakers.
No translation?
Wei Tianyang reached for his earpiece, only to discover it had long been lost.
Without the earpiece translator, he couldn’t understand Spanish... However, interestingly enough, based on inner thoughts and mories driven by his heart’s activity, he could sohow understand, perhaps, there really wasn’t much of a barrier between human beings after all.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but at that mont, he heard the crackling of gunfire and the soil flying by his feet.
Was that gunfire??
Wei Tianyang was startled, then it felt as if he had been punched in the face, his head jerked back, and he heard a thud.
Then, he felt a slight prickling pain across his body, but this level of pain posed no threat at all.
He looked down and, with the help of the searchlight, saw several bullet heads in the mud. Picking them up, he saw they were 5.56mm bullets.
It seed that the first level of hardening was enough, at this distance, to defend against standard rifle rounds, not to ntion the close-range defense against 9mm and 10mm bullets should be a breeze.
However, now was not the ti to think about this...
They had already taken action, and Wei Tianyang had no choice but to counterattack.
He removed his shoes and shirt, wrapping up these discarded clothes with soil and burying them hundreds of ters underground. Then, he wrapped his cellphone and temporarily stored it in a small chamber 50 ters underground.
By this ti, two ard helicopters had taken off, flying towards him with their searchlights on, and dozens of infantry soldiers were moving along the wall.
Wei Tianyang no longer subrged in objective reality. Now, with the hardness, speed, and strength of his body, he was more than capable of disintegrating such fortifications from the front.
He raised the temperature of his upper body to over 300 degrees and then whipped up a gale. Three powers converged within him, turning him into a steel furnace walking through the storm!
With a sonic boom, he sprinted 700 ters in an instant, reaching the base of the wall. With a powerful push from his left foot, he leaped 40 ters high, far surpassing the periter wall.
The howling wind made it difficult for the soldiers on the wall to keep their footing, and Wei Tianyang, using the downward pressure of the wind, rapidly descended and, exerting all his strength, punched the wall. Just one blow created a huge crack in it.
The ard helicopters, having just ascended, were blown down by the fierce wind and crash-landed in the nearby mud. Wei Tianyang darted over in a breath and with a right hook, the helicopter burst into flas and flew over a dozen ters before tumbling to ""annihilation"" in the rolls.
He turned around to see lights still on in the camp beyond the wall. As alarms blared, he hardened his body to the second level. His knees began to stiffen, making his walk feel more cumberso.
Even so, it didn’t an he couldn’t run fast; at most, he would be half the speed of the first level.
He made a charging gesture and ran straight for the enclosure wall. His speed, as anticipated, was reduced by more than half—if he had been a fighter jet before, he was now at most a family sedan with the gas pedal to the floor.
But the hardness of his body had increased by a level, and the difference was day and night.
He shattered the wall and burst into the Libitelli military camp. The machine-gun emplacents and soldiers on the watchtowers imdiately targeted him, bullets of 7.62mm caliber raining down on him without causing him to stumble or slow down.
Like a humanoid tank, he rolled right over the emplacents, rely trampling and crashing with his body was enough to kill many infantryn.
Wei Tianyang was well aware that taking action against the Libitelli ard forces would cause great trouble for the United Council, but the restlessness in his heart wouldn’t let him stop.
The echoing sound of his bare feet trampling the ground rang in his ears again.
"Kill them! Kill them all! Wipe them out!"
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