Li Aozi was blinded instantly, but instinctively, his body began erratic, sharp-angled maneuvers, maintaining gravity acceleration.
In space, speed can’t be increased too rapidly.
The forces at play are relative; a bird striking a fighter jet flying at three tis the speed of sound will naturally be shattered to pieces, and the jet, in turn, sustains an impact at three tis the speed of sound.
Both Liue and Li Aozi had reduced their combat speed to below 50 tis the speed of sound to avoid colliding with space debris or teorites, which they might not have ti to react to.
Their bodies were far from as durable as the alloy of a spacecraft.
Especially since they were not yet within the clean and comfortable interstellar lanes, but rather traveling in the orbital path of the Earth’s atmosphere.
Civil satellites, space junk, abandoned space stations, personal flights, military spy crafts... they were as nurous as hairs on a cow and impossible to count.
If one had to find a comparison, it was like dancing ballet in a minefield; a single misstep could lead to a violent explosion.
Crack!
Li Aozi crashed into an abandoned rocket, and the mont he pierced through it, he too shattered into a bloody, indistinguishable ss. Liue’s accelerating figure paused slightly, while Li Aozi unhesitatingly activated his Arcane Energy.
[Blood of Eternity]
Cells proliferated swiftly. Li Aozi’s body regenerated instantaneously, standing calmly amid the flying blood and gore within the space station.
"Thanks, Nomi,"
Li Aozi tilted his head, muttering to himself.
A difference in Hierarchy made her difficult to handle.
As he spoke, an alertness crept up his spine, and the spaceti before him suddenly seed to slow down drastically—the next mont, the space station where he stood burst into flas, shattered by a scorching, high-pressure sphere.
The fifteen-kiloter long abandoned space station was engulfed by a fireball in an instant, and the flas echoed persistently in space, casting a wild inferno of splattered fire.
"The last forced evasion—tsk, not enough Focus boxes, only four is just not enough."
Relying on the Elyei Spirit Race’s [Hypersense Thought] Racial Talent, Li Aozi’s body quickly retreated from the sea of flas, avoiding most of the Damage, but deliberately retained so of the Fla.
It wasn’t an oversight; it was intentional.
Only in this way could he continue to inflict Damage from a distance vast enough to keep out of imdiate harm’s way.
[Eye of Truth] swept through the surrounding space, continuously feeding back information. But in the cosmic skirmish, Liue’s Gravity-wave Echo Effect covered most of the useful information, making it difficult for Li Aozi to pinpoint her position.
But as long as he remained in combat Status, that red outline marking his hostile target was updated in real-ti.
Liue’s body, too, was enhanced with Implant Gear, complete with multiple Mimic Health Bars. When one was depleted, another could rise in its place. Alongside the Hierarchy’s Damage reduction Effect, the Damage Li Aozi could deal to her was far from significant.
Similarly, with his mastery of Blood Demon Style, Li Aozi’s Life was extraordinarily resilient. The Collapse Sphere Liue had just launched could normally penetrate a Repulsion Shield, Ceramic Steel Alloy Armor, Nano Dragon Bone, and trigger a central reactor fusion, enough to completely devour a Planetary-class Warship.
No wonder she’s known as the ’Shipbreaker Master.’ Having no Special Attack Skills but specializing against ships.
Liue’s figure accelerated and shifted. After a few exchanges, Li Aozi knew he didn’t even need to draw his weapon.
She was faster than him, giving him no chance to draw his sword.
Her Hierarchy was higher than his, and he couldn’t withstand being struck by her.
Both were masters of Gravity manipulation, employing the sa set of tactics and moves that were well known to each other.
To achieve any Effect, he needed to employ so unconventional ans.
"It’s not over yet!"
Li Aozi’s eyes glowed with a purplish-red nebula as he raised his index finger, aiming at his opponent:
"Sequence 77: Calamity."
Disaster converges, focused on you.
As Liue soared at extre speed, she suddenly found herself gasping for air, her blood pressure plumting rapidly, and her electrolytes draining away.
"What’s happening—at this mont, how could there be a biological outage in the Implant Gear?"
Liue’s neck burst into a spectacle of blood, her body swaying from side to side, her limbs weakly flailing about, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, utterly lifeless.
"Biological outages are a one in eighty million chance during Implant Gear operation—how could it be this coincidental to encounter it now?!"
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