"tal Slug?!"
Sergeant Firestorm exclaid in shock as he watched the compact tank hurtling toward them at twice the speed of any other tank.
Before his cry could fade, the tal Slug Type 4 Tank suddenly leaped into the air.
Yes, leaped.
It soared over four ters high, tracing a graceful arc in midair.
Under the stunned gazes of the fleeing rebels, the tank vaulted over their heads and crashed down in front of the retreating group.
With a sickening crunch, an unfortunate rebel soldier was crushed beneath its treads.
The tank then swiveled, its energy machine guns mounted on both sides roaring to life.
The air filled with the droning hum of energy rounds as glowing orbs of plasma rained down on the crowd, tearing through rebel soldiers like paper.
From its main cannon, explosive shells rained devastation, detonating with massive force wherever they struck.
In re seconds, the retreating Special Forces Unit had lost over a dozen n.
Firestorm, standing in the chaos, finally snapped out of his stupor.
Letting out a furious roar, he raised his hand, summoning a searing inferno that coiled around his body, radiating intense heat.
With a sharp gesture, Firestorm hurled the fireball toward the tank, his entire body trailing flas as he launched himself at it in a high-speed charge.
B-Rank Super Move: Orochinagi!
BOOM!
The roaring flas struck the tal Slug, and the heat was so intense that the ground around the impact site crystallized.
The move wasn't just powerful because of its rank—it also drew upon the Solar Fla, a unique manifestation of the Kusanagi Clan's fiery bloodline: Crimson Blaze.
Talent Skill: Sculptor's Hand
Effect: Allows the user to copy one skill from any character with 500 favorability.
Note: Unlike simple skill inheritance, this ability replicates the entirety of the skill, including associated attributes, techniques, and bloodline traits.
Firestorm's move didn't just replicate Kyo Kusanagi's Orochinagi technique—it recreated the essence of the Kusanagi Fla itself.
For a brief mont, Firestorm was like a reduced-strength version of Kyo Kusanagi.
Though Firestorm had considered copying A-Rank or even S-Rank skills before, his past failures taught him a harsh lesson. One attempt had nearly killed him when his attributes couldn't sustain the skill's requirents.
Since then, he had opted for this high-end B-Rank skill, which ca with the added potency of the Kusanagi Fla's bloodline power.
The blazing flas engulfed the tal Slug, and the intense Crimson Blaze lted parts of its outer shell.
Among the Four Divine Flas of the King of Fighters universe, the Kusanagi Fla was the most destructive in direct combat.
The flas of the Yagami Clan, by contrast, embodied Cursed Blue Flas, a freezing cold energy representing the power of the moon. Unlike the raw damage of the Kusanagi Fla, the Yagami Flas specialized in bypassing defenses, striking at vital points, and could even freeze ti itself when pushed to the limit.
Firestorm's attack seed to have landed decisively, and the tank appeared montarily immobilized.
The Crimson Blaze, representing the power of the sun, was the polar opposite of the Cursed Blue Fla, embodying pure heat and raw destructive force. At its peak, it could incinerate anything in its path, making its destructive power unmatched.
Firestorm's use of this skill had lted countless tanks in the past, leaving them as unrecognizable puddles of slag. In re monts, the tal Slug Type 4 Tank before him had its outer shell scorched and deford beyond recognition.
But the catastrophic image Firestorm had envisioned—the tank disintegrating into nothingness—did not occur.
Instead, his ultimate move only managed to burn through the tank's exterior.
The next mont, the tal Slug Tank burst through the flas like a phoenix reborn, rumbling forward as if nothing had happened.
Firestorm, his face twisted in disbelief, stood frozen as the tank charged straight at him, crushing him beneath its treads.
Inside the tank, Qin Ming felt a sudden jolt and paused, puzzled.
"Did I just run over sothing? Also, why is it getting so hot in here?"
He tugged at his collar and wiped the sweat off his face. The interior temperature had inexplicably doubled. Shrugging off the anomaly, he resud driving, plowing through the enemy ranks without hesitation. His machine guns blazed, cutting down soldiers left and right.
Behind him, Firestorm, crushed and mangled, struggled to push himself off the ground. His trembling arms barely managed to lift him halfway before he felt a shadow loom over him.
The tal Slug Tank had looped back while chasing others and was now bearing down on him again.
Crunch.
The tank's treads rolled over him a second ti, leaving his charred, pancaked remains in its wake.
Obsessed with maximizing his copied skill's potential, Firestorm had neglected his physical attributes like endurance and resilience. This imbalance ultimately led to his downfall, as his body couldn't withstand the tank's relentless assault.
Status: Deceased.
tal Slug Type 4 - Modified (tal Slug Type 1)
Category: Special Vehicle (Standard Silver-Grade)
Weapon 1: Energy Machine Gun (Fixed Damage: 50–60)
Weapon 2: High-Caliber Main Cannon (Fixed Damage: 120–160, 12 Rounds)Armor Value: 763/1200
Description: No one knows why this patched-together, cost-cutting version of the Type 4 Tank boasts greater durability than even the Type 2. So speculate it has to do with the oddly sturdy steel plates retrofitted later.
The nightti defense battle ended swiftly. With no heavy weaponry, the Special Forces Unit was utterly helpless against the indomitable tanks that rolled into their ranks.
Once the fighting ceased, Qin Ming, satisfied with the results, hopped down from his tank, scratching his head in confusion.
The tank before him, its exterior warped and lted beyond recognition, seed like it had been through hell. Qin Ming racked his brain but couldn't recall any flathrower units among the enemy ranks.
Climbing back into the tank, he ran a series of quick tests and was relieved to find that the warped steel plates hadn't affected its performance.
"Phew, that was close," he muttered, patting the tank.
This was his ticulously synthesized super tank. Though it couldn't be taken out of this world, its combat power was undeniably impressive.
Sure, it required regular refueling and ammo replenishnt, but it was still far more useful than his silver-grade warhorse from another world. After all, warhorses didn't co with machine guns, cannons, or the sheer destructive power of a tank.
If it had been destroyed, Qin Ming knew he would have been heartbroken.
(End of Chapter)
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