Chapter 404: Chapter 179 Glorious Achievents
As the prototype iron ball created afterimages with the alternating direction of its arms and the powerful engine blast, Bing Su montarily lost focus, an unthinkable mistake for a swordsmanship martial artist.
Naturally, the Sword Dancer cha missed its double sweeps of Phoenix Swordsmanship completely.
Now, it looked like the Sword Dancer cha was wildly swinging around a huge iron ball.
“What is all this, sister is going crazy!” A woman’s frantic scream emanated from inside the Sword Dancer cha shortly afterward.
This woman is going crazy!
Watching the increasingly disordered “Bingbing,” Mu Fan’s eyes flashed coldly as he pressed the five sets of counter orders again and then emotionlessly stretched out his hands on the throttle, suddenly pushing it down.
The prototype iron ball’s twin chanical pincers twisted while knocking the Sword Dancer’s sword-carrying hands askew, then the flas from its engine exploded.
With a hand speed of 245, Bing Su, incredulously watched her cha’s sword strikes miss, as the twin chanical pincers of the iron ball also knocked her cha body askew.
Moreover, after pushing away the arms of the Sword Dancer, the two pincers did not leave but instead clamped precisely onto the slender cha body’s shoulders.
The iron ball then rose to eye level before abruptly slamming forward.
Inside the cockpit, Bing Su’s brain endured a fierce jolt, her consciousness blurred montarily, and as the cockpit of her cha tilted, she knew she had been hit.
What attack is this… so powerful!
Mu Fan himself felt a bit dazed at this mont; his reflexes led him to recall driving the RX-16 performing the Barbaric Charge, so his fingers instinctively executed the command for the Barbaric Charge on the control panel.
It was only after his body surged forward with the powerful thrust that he realized what he had done, his own hands tightly clamping the opponent.
When the prototype iron ball executed the Barbaric Charge, the effect was more exaggerated than the RX-16. It was like a massive lead ball smashing brutally against a body.
With a ‘boom,’ sounds of tal clashing reverberated. The Sword Dancer hit the ground hard, raising a cloud of dust.
Mu Fan glared fiercely at the Sword Dancer, now unaware of the miraculous pose his iron ball had on top of the Sword Dancer.
Click.
Huh!?
The Sword Dancer’s right hand tried to grip the large tal sword, imdiately spotted by Mu Fan. The iron ball threatened by pressing forward slightly.
Then, the triple-barreled gun muzzle extending from the top of the iron ball pointed directly at the Sword Dancer’s face.
Bing Su watched the dark muzzle and felt a cold sweat slide down her forehead.
Realizing that the large iron ball was sitting on her beloved Sword Dancer, Bing Su instantly exploded with rage.
“You, you get up! Otherwise, I won’t let you off!”
The agitated voice, filtered through the speaker, lost the emotion of slight fear, turning completely into a cold tallic female voice.
At this mont, Mu Fan still hadn’t noticed the posture of his cha, only hearing “Bingbing” threatening him.
Won’t let
off!?
Bang!
The triple-barrel setup pressed against the Sword Dancer’s face, and with two clicks, the chanical pincers released from the Sword Dancer’s shoulders.
Huh?
I can move now.
Just as the surprised Bing Su was ready to tightly grip her large tal sword, the iron ball’s left fist fiercely punched her.
Red warning lights kept flashing in the cockpit.
The panicked Bing Su watched as the iron ball’s swinging arms raised high.
What is he going to do!?
Mu Fan took a deep breath, hands tracing afterimages on the control console.
The iron ball’s raised arms crashed down mightily.
Adadadada! Mu Fan roared angrily; he wanted to vent all the frustration of being crushed in the last battle and the despair of always piloting these bizarre chas.
Bing Su, the second-year goddess from the Swordsmanship Club, experienced for the first ti such an unimaginable heavy strike in her life.
Countless punches landed, and within less than three seconds, Mu Fan, with superior hand speed, entirely broke through her defense.
The twin chanical pincers on either side of the iron ball transford into a sky full of punching shadows heavily falling onto the Sword Dancer cha lying on the ground.
“You bastard! You… sob sob.”
“I surrender, okay? Let go.”
One of the Swordsmanship Club’s top three mbers, Bing Su, despite being hit multiple tis during the swordsmanship competitions, had never cried. But now, tears finally fell.
Because she saw that terribly vicious Prototype Iron Ball relentlessly pounding her beloved cha, with each punch you could even hear the cracking sound of the outer armor shattering.
Inside the cockpit, the alarm had turned into a sea of red. At this mont, Bing Su completely didn’t want to provoke this crazed Iron Ball Shura anymore.
“Oooh, I surrender, stop hitting , stop hitting !”
Her soft cries didn’t reach Mu Fan’s ears, for the speakers on both sides of his head were utterly smashed.
Mu Fan had now resolved to vent his anger.
He dare to threaten ?
When a minute later, the Sword Dancer’s exterior was still a shambles, Mu Fan, who was ready to throw another punch, suddenly noticed the system broadcasting a damage warning.
Bang!
The chanical clamps couldn’t take the strain and utterly went out of commission…
What kind of trash was this cha Body made of, able to smash its own arms?
Mu Fan’s eyes quickly swept over the control panel.
His gaze suddenly locked onto an orange fire control joystick button; wasn’t that the 100mm triple-barreled Particle Cannon?
Right!
The expressionless Prototype Iron Ball, well, it didn’t have a face, rolled its spherical body forward.
The triple-barreled gun slowly slid down over the Sword Dancer’s head, and when it reached the cockpit, it suddenly stopped.
Feeling the cockpit stop vibrating, Bing Su wiped her tears and was startled. Had the enemy had a change of heart?
Just as she looked at the distorted yet still working holographic screen, her mouth pursed instantly.
Because the three dark muzzles were now pointed right at her cockpit.
“You are dead.”
Mu Fan’s indifferent voice transmitted through the Iron Ball’s speaker, unspeakably cold.
Inside the cockpit, he pressed the orange button forcefully.
A brilliant white light lit up from where the muzzle t the Sword Dancer’s armor.
Boom!!
In an instant, Mu Fan’s consciousness was engulfed.
What now…
[cha: Sword Dancer destroyed!]
[cha: Prototype Iron Ball destroyed!]
[This battle is a draw! Neither side scores!]
Mu Fan, who had just left the battlefield, retained a dazed expression.
Bing Su, who also left the battlefield, heard this announcent and her tear-streaked face froze, then suddenly burst out laughing, so heartily that anyone familiar with her would have been shocked.
The goddess had never shown this side before.
Now, Mu Fan looked stubbornly at the erging list of battle achievents.
He was destroyed again.
Why!
Why had he, despite pointing the muzzle directly at the enemy’s cockpit, ended up dead instead?
Mu Fan clicked to view the death analysis.
[MG Particle Cannon involves compression and fusion of GA particles, accelerated repeatedly before firing, being twice as powerful as solid ammunition and highly diffuse. The Prototype Iron Ball’s Energy Bullet reserves located at the top of the cha Body initiated an explosion of the GA particles.]
Looking at this cold explanation, muscles on Mu Fan’s face twitched.
If it were possible, he would definitely pin the system down to the ground and beat it to death.
[Player: Shura, No Rank, 0 Wins, 1 Draw, 1 Loss.]
Such was Mu Fan’s brilliant record now.
This was Mu Fan’s perfect result from his first ti participating in cha cockpit simulation training!
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