The tremendous energy from the missile explosion sent Tony flying backward, disrupting his flight rhythm and throwing him into a panic. The Mark III dropped several hundred meters before stabilizing again.
He shot upward once more, returning above the clouds.
Divine Whip One followed in disciplined pursuit and began sweeping the sky with the fighter jet's heavy machine gun.
The bullets formed a whip of lead, lashing through the air.
Tony performed evasive maneuvers, but several bullets still struck him, knocking the Mark III askew.
This isn't going to work. I'm far too passive.
"Open the ailerons."
The emergency ailerons on his back unfolded, instantly reducing Tony's speed. Combined with the fighter jet's speed, Tony reached the rear of the aircraft.
As Divine Whip One slowed down, Tony accelerated again and hid directly beneath the fighter's fuselage.
Leo continued flying recklessly in front of the fighter. Whether Divine Whip Two fired bullets or missiles, none of them hit that tiny silver shadow.
Under Leo's control, the machine-gun bullets skimmed past within a few centimeters of him, while all the missiles were deflected to the side, unable to get anywhere near him.
However, the pilot of Divine Whip Two merely assumed that his bullets had gone wide and that he was having bad luck, while the missile guidance system had malfunctioned.
But after not landing a single hit, the pilot had already begun to question his entire life.
Divine Whip One assumed that the target had been eliminated, reported it to the command room, then moved closer to Divine Whip Two to help shoot down the other mysterious target.
Tony, hiding beneath the aircraft, was beginning to struggle.
Whether it was the tank shell from earlier, the Sidewinder Missile just now, or the machine-gun bullets, they had left Tony deeply fatigued,