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The fear that should have vanished was reawakened when she saw Tyrant 001, standing four-point-seven meters tall—nearly five meters.
Though she trusted her own physical defenses, the terrifying sight of Tyrant 001 charging straight through lightning sent a chill through Stormfront. She actually gave up confronting it head-on and dodged to the side.
However, 001's pilot was a battlefield veteran. From the very start of the attack, he had anticipated every possible response from his opponent.
The Tyrant's left hand reached out in a grabbing motion, but it was actually more of a probe and feint.
The moment he noticed Stormfront trying to evade, the pilot used the momentum of his run to leap diagonally forward—straight toward the position Stormfront had chosen to dodge into.
Its overwhelming strength sent its three-ton body soaring through the air. It seized its target and smoothly completed a forward roll at the same time.
Boom, boom!
After landing, the pilot had 001 roll to bleed off the force, then rise again with Stormfront's body gripped in its right hand.
Without a moment's hesitation, the pilot immediately clasped both hands together and pressed down on Stormfront with all his strength.
"Ah...! Aah! You ugly thing!"
Stormfront's muscles, skin, and bones could withstand the crushing force of dozens of tons from a Tyrant, perhaps even more, but her soft internal organs left her in unbearable agony.
Her survival instinct then drove Stormfront into a frantic struggle. She erupted with unprecedented strength and tried to force apart 001's hands with both arms.
Crack! Crackle!
Purple light flared in her eyes as she continuously discharged lightning, inflicting paralysis and burning damage on 001.
Creak... crack!
Cracks and brittle, scorched sounds began to spread across 001's body. Stormfront was on the verge of breaking free.
Thud, thud.
But