Ancient Style (First Installment). Fortunately, Xia Chujian's Third Generation Mecha now had excellent shock absorption.
So the vibration caused her no physical harm, though it still made her body freeze up briefly.
On the battlefield, any pause, no matter how short, could have fatal consequences.
Fortunately, Xia Chujian still had Seven Lù.
At the critical moment, Seven Lù controlled the mecha and abruptly shot Xia Chujian upward, allowing her to break free from the encirclement of the eighteen Mid-Rank Mantis Tribe soldiers.
Xia Chujian came back to her senses, shook her head, and said angrily, "These things' carapaces are too hard!"
"Otherwise, it would only take a few shots!"
Why would she need to fight these Zerg with cold weapons here?! Besides, her close-combat skills were average—at least nowhere near as absurd as her marksmanship.
Seven Lù said, "Rest assured, Master. Seven Lù can try coating the bullets with a layer of Zerg gastric fluid to see whether it can break through their carapace defenses."
Xia Chujian was overjoyed. "There are plenty of Frozen Zerg Nest Builder Corpses on the interstellar spaceship. Should Seven Lù go there to collect gastric fluid?"
Seven Lù said, "...There's no time now."
Xia Chujian said, "Of course not now."
"Let me chop down these eighteen stinking mantises first!"
As she spoke, she swung the mouthparts and charged at the tallest Mantis Tribe Soldier.
Green light gleamed in the Mantis Tribe Soldier's eyes as it expressionlessly swung its forelimb broadsword.
Clang! Xia Chujian's long mouthparts collided with the mantis's blade, directly cutting a notch into its forelimb.
Xia Chujian was delighted. She thrust the mouthparts forward and drove them straight into the Mantis Tribe Soldier's chest!
She did not know where its heart was, so after piercing its chest, she dragged the weapon straight down,