Before the words had even faded, another shell tore through the smoke and came straight at them!
No, not one shell, but a three-round burst—the T95 tank's main gun was a 130mm smoothbore cannon, and the diameter of the shell Wang Xiyi had intercepted confirmed that this anomalous tank really was firing its main gun. But under normal circumstances, even with an autoloader, the theoretical maximum rate of fire for a 130mm smoothbore cannon was only twelve rounds per minute...
Firing three shells in an instant was impossible for any conventionally structured artillery piece, unless this thing had a triple-barreled main gun.
This thing merely looked like a T95 tank—apart from its appearance, it had absolutely nothing to do with the former Siberian Federation's fourth-generation main battle tank, the T95, as people understood it.
Before the three shells could reach Sun Hang and the others, a dense net of Liquid Metal sliced them into countless fine metal filaments. Like the shell fired at Wang Xiyi, these three shells were solid as well, with no explosives, incendiaries, or anything of the sort inside.
As the metal filaments approached within roughly a meter of Sun Hang, they turned red-hot. Then they became crimson molten steel, circling Sun Hang's body once before reforming into a heavy throwing spear.
Sun Hang opened his palm, and the freshly formed throwing spear landed right in it. The next second, the muscles at his core tightened instantly, and his entire body bent like a bow limb charged with enormous elastic potential energy.
At the same time, blue-white arcs began flickering wildly around the throwing spear. With both explosive physical strength and electromagnetic acceleration driving it, the spear, weighing over four hundred kilograms, shot back into the smoke at dozens of times the speed of a shell!
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