Lai An was young, but his proficiency at piloting a fighter was no less than that of veterans who had flown for twenty or thirty years. The two black fighters broke out from the protection of the formation, their laser machine guns spraying nonstop.
"Bzzzz..." A Blade-Arm Mutalisk pursuing a blue bomber was suddenly struck repeatedly in the wings by concentrated laser fire from behind. Blue laser beams viciously tore through its scales, blasting bloody sprays from its wings. The Blade-Arm Mutalisk let out a mournful shriek, but surrounded by Lai An and Primo, it lasted less than three seconds before being reduced to a mangled mass of flesh.
The Blade-Arm Mutalisk's roar drew the attention of two nearby Blade-Arm Mutalisks and five Broodlings. The Blade-Arm Mutalisks fired two clusters of Glaive Wurms through the air while the Broodlings accelerated toward them.
Lai An curled his lips into a disdainful, bloodthirsty smile. "Come on, bugs. Taste what I've got!" He yanked the control stick back. The thrusters at the rear of his fighter suddenly shut down, while the wing thrusters rapidly rotated a full one hundred and eighty degrees. Then, two plumes of blue flame burst forth, and Lai An's fighter flew backward.
This dazzling series of maneuvers was nothing more than instinct to Lai An. Ninety percent of his attention was focused on aiming. "Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..." The laser machine guns never paused for an instant. With his sight, target, and muzzle aligned, Lai An was like a master marksman. Blue energy beams shot forth, accurately striking the Glaive Wurms flying in arcs and detonating them before they could reach him. Then, using three pairs of laser beams as his reference, he fired precise bursts at the charging Broodlings.
The Broodlings had never imagined a fighter could maneuver like