"I am Destiny slapping your chin,
"Give yourself a smack to your mouth,
"I am both a fly and a lowly grace,
"Collecting the dregs from the back of this world."
...
A quirky, lodious tone emitted from George Augustus’s mouth. Though playing the tough guy, and consistently evading an enemy five tis his height, he remained utterly composed.
He was as agile as a bird in the rainforest, like a fly in the sumr heat. The two Phantom Pains, without using area-of-effect weapons, were for the mont sowhat unable to take him down.
"Oh, this is truly thrilling— I never thought soone could hold out this long against a sixth-generation cha! What kind of trials has Mr. Augustus undergone to gain such formidable skills? Oh, we are down to twenty seconds, nineteen, eighteen... I hope the missiles from Constantin Company truly do arrive on ti!"
The comntator’s noise blared out from the devices as more and more "Identities" converged, yet Feng Xue remained unflustered, deliberately controlling his "Speed" to ensure that aside from his astonishing endurance, all his other expenditures remained within the realm of human capability.
As for endurance...
Humans have different physiques; it’s only a three-minute burst, after all. Compared to a marathon, it doesn’t seem too outrageous.
Indeed, humanity’s judgnt on the limits of the human body is vague. They are shocked by actions that have exaggerated visual impact, even if those are within the reaches of human capability.
But conversely, if you hide superhuman strength in the details, people tend to overlook the abnormal aspects and feel it could indeed be sothing humans are capable of achieving.
Just like in the world he had traveled from, so people still believed the absurd theory that giving up an arm could enable one to single-handedly slay a tiger (old readers should rember).
However, this level of restraint finally ca to an end. As the countdown approached its final seconds, a streak of light appeared in the sky above the city, deploying three parachutes and slowly descending.
"Here it cos, but this is too obvious! As expected, the two Phantom Pains gave up the chase on Mr. George, opening their ammo chambers. I bet they’re thinking, ’If we can’t shoot you with a cannon, can’t we shoot your cha?’ Hahaha, with the Phantom Pain’s fire control, locking on to a target like this doesn’t even take two seconds—oh, the rockets are ignited... Damn it, George jumped down! What is he doing?!"
Following the comntator’s cry of astonishnt, George Augustus suddenly leapt from his hiding spot on the floorboard, precisely landing on the Phantom Pain that was re seven or eight ters away, with its rocket bay doors already open.
The weapon had already deployed its stabilizer fins and was prid for ignition, but within less than a second, George frantically waved his hands in mid-air.
Suddenly, a mass of foam exploded, and multiple rocket streams darted towards the parachute already descending.
"What just happened? Where’s Mr. George?" Yelo, dumbfounded, switched between split screens, searching for George Augustus’s whereabouts, while Victor, who had imdiately switched to slow motion for that instant, directly pulled up the main screen and said:
"On the rockets! This madman, at the mont the rockets were fired, used Foaming Gel to create a heat shield, then he hung himself on a rocket! Although it’s just a short-range rocket with a velocity of only 300 m/s, is that really sothing a person can cling onto and fly?"
"Fuck, he really got stuck on the missile and is about to crash!"
Within just over two seconds, the rocket had reached the parachute, and George, who was clinging to the rocket, had his face abstracted by the gale.
But even in a state where ordinary people might have started to go into shock, he suddenly moved.
A large amount of pale blue foaming material erupted from where George was clinging, a substance that could quickly create a lot of foam and then instantly solidify to secure passengers inside a vehicle, reducing impact injuries. This foam expanded rapidly in the open air, building a layer of porous yet chillingly cold soft wall that not only absorbed the montum of the rocket with a soft collision but also caused the rudintary propulsion system to extinguish.
Then, Mr. George’s body suddenly bounced off the missile, a move that wasn’t defying Newton’s laws but the use of an item he had used before.
"It’s the foaming gel and the buffer ball again! Oh, my God, Mr. George seems to really like these things, a few dostic chemical companies seem to owe him a big endorsent fee! Speaking of which, can the expansion force of a buffer ball really bounce a person up when they’re approaching the speed of sound?"
Yelo roared incredulously in a broken voice, while Victor, who evidently had lost the desire to think, spoke slowly, in words that contradicted his military career yet fit the ga’s design:
"If this were a battlefield, I’d say no fool would dare to do such a thing, but in the ga, there indeed are high-level operations using buffer balls to bounce off missiles. As for whether it can bounce soone hanging on a missile, I think we could find so professional players to test it, but not to speak of theoretical values, the fact that he could activate it at the most appropriate distance without any protection is truly outrageous!"
Regardless of how outrageous the onlookers found it, Feng Xue had indeed successfully reached the delivery missile; he didn’t even wait for the unit to fall from the hundreds of ters high in the sky but imdiately reached out and pulled the lever.
A hatch door flung open, and George Augustus word his way into it.
"Can you really crawl into a delivery missile’s launcher like that?"
Yelo watched this scene, sowhat perplexed, while Victor also shook his head:
"In theory, yes, because sotis the maintenance crew does need to go in for operations, but the problem is, in such a shaky state, it’s possible at any mont... there it goes!"
As Victor’s tone suddenly changed, another few dozen rockets reached the delivery section.
This ti, however, they did not target the delivery unit itself but aid at the parachute above.
Almost instantly, the three-layered parachute was shredded, with flas and explosions becoming the delivery unit’s new parachute canopy.
The huge chanical body plumted from the sky, the re two seconds before it hit the ground enough to convey the potential impact at the mont of the fall.
"It’s over, falling like this, unless he can reboot the shock absorption system within these two seconds, otherwise..."
Victor shook his head with an almost conclusive tone, but Yelo, who had been consistently pessimistic, this ti patted his shoulder and gestured him to look at the screen.
As both n watched with eyes wide open, the four nozzles below the delivery unit suddenly ignited.
The originally rapid fall halted abruptly just twenty ters above the ground, and subsequently, the whole delivery unit shattered like scattering cherry blossoms, and a giant over ten ters tall, from twenty ters in the air, landed smoothly.
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