365: Chapter 365: Promotion in Desperation (Long Chapter Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets) 365: Chapter 365: Promotion in Desperation (Long Chapter Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets) The wristband vibrated, signaling a low battery warning from the flying machine behind him, with the battery level already below 20%.
Such civilian devices were cheap, designed without much consideration for environnt or endurance, and the series of difficult maneuvers He Ao had executed were very power-intensive.
He Ao ignored the low battery warning and instantly maxed out the power output, leaving his original position.
A gleaming laser streaked past him, tracing a bright trajectory in the night sky.
He Ao’s movents did not stop but continued fluidly.
Several more laser cannons zipped past him, barely missing.
These laser cannons were automated in targeting and ca with trajectory prediction, any hesitation or being predicted would result in being hit.
With Yvo in tow, He Ao couldn’t afford to be hit by even one blast from the laser cannon, for even if he were lucky enough to survive, Yvo’s chances were slim.
He pushed his speed to the maximum, the howling wind whipped across his cheeks, scattering his hair, and the sound of the wind roared in his ears.
This ti, he was without the two chas belonging to Vinc as allies, nor did he have the assistance of the four brothers’ chas.
The City Defense Army outside, having had one experience, was clearly more cautious, quickly changing their formation.
Each cha was equipped with many small chas or Dragon Cavalry Fighters, with the nine chas forming two circles, four inside and five outside, surrounding him in mutual support.
Their movents were slower, and their encirclent was tighter—the entire encirclent ford a three-dinsional double-ring.
He Ao estimated that if he was restrained at one spot for over three seconds, nearby chas and fighters would swiftly co to aid, trapping him inside.
The lead Blazing Angel ch continued to broadcast its ssage of surrender, while people poked their heads out of buildings below, observing the battle in the sky.
So people picked up recording devices, beginning to shoot videos—such a ‘big scene’ was even more thrilling than so holographic blockbuster movies.
But soon, soldiers from the City Defense Army’s outer periter arrived at their doors, demanding they shut off the equipnt.
anwhile, a massive crowd was running out from the headquarters of the Ice Wolf Gang, which was the closest building to the ‘aerial battlefield.’
He Ao glanced around and took a deep breath.
The chas around were closing in.
To his right, there seed to be fewer small chas around one of them, and its charge was further ahead, slightly pulling away from the main group.
It looked like a possible breach point, but He Ao dimly rembered that during the first wave of encirclent, this particular cha demonstrated the most refined operations.
The pilot controlling this cha was not weak.
And although it seed to be far from the other chas, the distance wasn’t significant.
Moreover, it was slightly slower, which ant that other chas could catch up at any mont.
It was a trap.
He Ao took a deep breath, pivoted direction, and bolted toward the cha that had shown a flaw.
Seeing He Ao’s action, a man looking like an officer standing in the command room had his lips curl, opened the communicator, and coldly said, “Kill him.”
Then, he pushed the joystick, switching the cha’s main laser cannon to full manual control, and raised it.
The surrounding chas silently adjusted their direction, ready to swarm He Ao if he entered the right distance.
The pilot who had exposed the flaw was Rock City’s best ace pilot—if He Ao approached, even if he realized it imdiately, he would be instantly entangled, and once all the chas converged, He Ao would undoubtedly die.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the mont He Ao was about to enter the effective range of that cha’s attack, he twisted his body and charged toward another cha beside it.
Everyone’s attention was on the cha that had set the trap, and for a mont, they didn’t react.
In that brief ti difference, He Ao had already reached his targeted cha.
The pilot of that cha was not slow; he instantly fired the cha’s small cannon and lifted the huge sword in his hand, slashing down at He Ao.
But He Ao was faster.
He had already destroyed a Blazing Angel ch once—it was a familiar task.
Moving rapidly, he blinked to the cha’s shoulder joint, the red short sword piercing into the arm connection of the cha; the flight machinery on his back spewed out raging flas, and with a dazzling burst of fire, He Ao circled the cha’s shoulder joint, forcibly tearing off the cha’s arm.
And that arm was still clutching a giant sword, He Ao pushed the hilt into the tal arm as a pivot, and swung the powerful chanical arm up, tearing off the connecting wires still attached to the cha’s body.
Was this strength that a human could possess?
Everyone looked up at the figure in the sky, holding a chanical arm dozens of tis larger than his own body, like a mortal wielding Divine Power.
The cha, whose arm He Ao had ripped off, quickly reacted, its other fist smashing toward him while the laser cannon muzzle pointed at He Ao.
But He Ao was one step ahead, swinging the severed chanical arm and the giant sword held by the arm, chopping down in one swift motion.
The cha’s action was incomplete as it was split in two and fell from the sky.
A blinding explosion of flas erupted.
After executing that action, He Ao didn’t even look back at the explosion, instead, he threw the severed arm out, blocking so small chas coming at him and clearing a path.
He imdiately prepared to break away through this path, but having moved less than ten ters, a massive sword light grazed his body and slashed downward from above.
The giant sword struck down before him, and had he been any faster, he would’ve been cleaved in two by it.
He Ao looked up; it was that bait cha—he had caught up.
Although He Ao had successfully defeated the other cha, he had spent too much ti, giving the other chas a chance to catch up.
With the lesson learned, the chas now had their guards up, safeguarding with the giant sword in front and wary of He Ao getting close.
And the rest of the chas were approaching at full speed.
Retreat ant certain death; advance offered a glimr of hope.
Without a mont’s hesitation, He Ao burst forward, charging at the cha blocking his path.
The cha swiftly parried in defense.
It was at this mont that He Ao suddenly spun around, reversed the thrust of the flight machinery’s nozzle, gained an extra burst of speed, and then, during the mont of altered velocity, he directed the nozzle outward, applying a force toward the cha in front of him.
The force wasn’t strong, but it provided just enough centripetal force to maintain the change in speed’s direction.
He Ao’s body arced beautifully, skimming past the attack range of the cha in front, bypassing its interception.
“This maneuver is pretty good.”
Inside the officer’s cha, which was the furthest away, an electronic aiming reticle materialized in front of the officer.
He smiled as he adjusted the range of the reticle.
A dazzling laser burst forth in an instant, passing through cha after cha in flight, grazing the chasm between the head and shoulders of the furthest cha, intersecting with the beautiful arc in the sky.
In that instant, He Ao violently twisted his body to change direction, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike, but the intense laser still devoured the left wing of the flight machinery like floodwaters engulfing silt.
He Ao lost balance in an instant, tumbling down like a falling rock, his trajectory no longer unpredictable; countless laser cannons targeted his body.
In the split second when the gleaming lasers unleashed.
Within the gathering swarm of small cha, suddenly one reached out an arm and pushed He Ao to the side.
It was the cha of the middle-aged man who gave He Ao the flight machinery.
He had been using the standard ch of the City Defense Army, blending in with them amidst the chaos.
Had he not made a move, he might have been able to slip through unnoticed and escape this place.
But he reached out and gave He Ao a shove.
The dazzling barrage of laser cannons instantly penetrated the small ch, the explosion scattering flas and ejecting shards of significant size.
He Ao watched as the ch in front of him was destroyed.
Eve quickly adjusted the output data, regaining the balance of the flight machinery in a fraction of ti.
The bracelet vibrated, indicating that the flight machinery’s battery life was at 10%.
He Ao looked up at the distant officer’s cha, which had put down the laser cannon; he could feel that the opponent was smiling at him.
It was the arrogant and mocking laughter of the strong to the weak.
In that mont, the surrounding cha closed in again, blocking the skies, truly sealing all of He Ao’s paths of escape.
They observed He Ao as if watching prey in a cage awaiting execution.
Giant swords swung his way, and He Ao weaved through the gaps, holding his sword in a reverse grip with his left hand, peeling open his frayed overcoat, pinching a silver vial at his waist with his index finger and thumb, yanking it out.
A giant sword ca slashing horizontally; He Ao tilted his head back, facing the sky.
He brought the silver vial to his lips, clamped down on the oddly fragrant cork, and with a downward pull, plucked the cork from the vial.
The liquid shimring with a red glow and exuding a srizing fragrance, He Ao spit out the cork and brought the vial to his lips.
He spun in midair, evading the cleaving giant sword; the fiery red liquid plunged down his throat.
[Talent Sequence 98: Warrior]
[Promotion Ceremony: Ingest Secret dicine when facing encirclent by at least three D-level opponents and in a desperate situation]
The agony from his soul was almost enough to rend it apart.
But amidst the terrifying despair and pressure, He Ao kept his sanity.
He gritted his teeth and didn’t make a sound.
The searing power, akin to flas, flowed into his body, guided by him, and circulated through his body along the pathways of Martial Arts.
The intense pain stimulated every inch of his muscles, remolding his body.
While bearing this painful stimulus, he had to split his attention to dodge the attacks coming his way.
His body beca heavier, reactions slower, yet his mind grew stronger.
As his reaction ti slowed, his movents to evade beca increasingly sluggish.
Several tis, it was only Eve’s control of the flight machinery executing automatic evasions that narrowly saved him from the brink of death.
But the cha surrounding him closed in tighter and tighter.
Eventually, they cut off all of He Ao’s routes of retreat.
If not for the risk of friendly fire at such close range, which prohibited reckless firing, He Ao would likely have been scorched by the laser cannons long ago.
Piercing beeps of alarm ca from the bracelet—a warning from Eve that the automatic evasion system could no longer calculate a position for evasion.
It was the last, inescapable mont.
He Ao’s hands, now slow to respond, twitched slightly, opening slowly, bit by bit, until fully extended.
The hilt of the sword he could no longer grip was about to fall.
Bang—
The next second, it was grasped firmly.
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