Faora suddenly bent down.
With a heavy stomp of his boots, the two mechanisms on the ground could not withstand the strain and broke on the spot.
"Snap!!"
The motherboard sank three inches downwards, creating a crater several feet in diameter.
"Rustling sound--"
The lead slag spread on the iron grating was violently struck by this force, and instantly shot upwards like hailstones.
The impact caused it to splash.
Its momentum was as swift as an arrow leaving a bowstring, and the heavy, leaden copper vapor had not even closed up yet.
A straight white line was carved out by a lithe female body.
The jet-black arm armor slumped down against his waist.
On the inside of the arm guard, the mechanical lock disengaged, and a high-speed vibrating single-molecule short-pointed bullet forcefully ejected from the slot.
"Hiss--Buzz--!!"
The long, green awns flickered uncertainly.
The blade tip scraped against the dust in the air, emitting a strange whistling sound like an electric arc.
She took a different approach, not entering directly through the middle door.
Instead, he rushed to within three steps of John, then abruptly turned.
The soles of his boots scraped against the scorching deck, leaving a long, blazing trail.
It John John's right-side blind spot at an unusual angle.
Immediately afterwards, the left blade slashed back at the throat, while the right blade plunged into the eye socket mid-air.
Killing techniques.
The two blades intertwined in mid-air like scissors!
Before its sharp edge even arrived, the gust of wind it stirred up had already swept the broken iron on the ground into a frenzy.
John stood still, steadfast and unwavering.
His hands never left his pockets throughout the entire ordeal.
Amidst the surging air currents, the hem of his suit remained perfectly still, his expression a mixture of sleep and reverie.
Only when the blue light was within three inches of his eyelashes did John manage to slightly turn his neck and shift half an inch to the side.
"Clang---!!!!"
Metal and stone shattered, and a deafening roar shook the heavens.
The expected sound of skin tearing did not occur.
The sound waves exploded into a ring, sweeping away the "poisonous fog" within a radius of several meters.
Mars, raining down like a waterfall.
That single, sharp blade, capable of severing the hull of a warship, touched the skin of John's neck at that moment.
On the contrary, it's like crashing into a sheer cliff.
"Thump!!"
The short blade was subjected to a tremendous force, causing molecular vibrations to rebound in the reverse direction, twisting and bending the blade until... it disintegrated!
"Snap!"
The two short blades shattered into dozens of sharp, shimmering fragments from the middle.
The broken blade spun and flew backwards, like a torrential rain, piercing through dozens of surrounding ribs and creating rows of charred honeycomb holes.
Not only that.
The terrifying recoil force, like a giant wave flowing backward, pierced straight into Faora's arm.
"Crunch--click!!"
The tendons inside the exoskeleton arm guard were instantly twisted into a pretzel by this immense force, and the internal force structure was directly shattered, sending parts flying everywhere.
After Faora's forearm was subjected to this violent reaction force, a puddle of blood was immediately pressed out from the deep black gap.
Beneath her helmet, her pupils suddenly contracted.
Instinctively, she slammed the heel of her boots into the ground, attempting to use the recoil to fly backward and create distance.
However, she only managed to lift herself halfway off the ground.
"Whoosh--"
The next second, a slender, fair hand pierced through the swirling copper shavings and flew towards them.
It is as swift as lightning, as heavy as a mountain.
"Smack!!"
The shadows of time are clearly visible.
As the dust settled, John's right hand was already firmly gripping Faora's visor.
Immediately afterwards.
The muscles beneath the suit sleeves suddenly clenched.
"Boom!"
With a slight pull of his arm muscles, he used one hand to lift Faora into the air, suspending her three feet above the ground.
"Waaah..."
Soon, Faora was lifted off the ground, her boots kicking futilely in the air.
The thrusters at the lower back were still spewing out stray flames, leaving scorched rings on the floor.
She tried to break free, but failed.
Beneath that arm, which seemed cast in iron, she was like a poultry being strangled, unable to break free.
"Crunch... creak..."
John's five fingers began to contract inward.
Faora's visor began to groan in agony under the unbearable weight, its shell denting inch by inch under the crushing pressure of her knuckles.
Dense white marks, like a spider web, spread rapidly from both sides of the bridge of the nose.
"Bang!"
Soon, the observation window could not withstand the inward pressure and shattered as the first thing to do so.
Airtight, cut off.
"Laugh----!!"
The thick, scalding krypton gas inside the cabin poured in recklessly through the cracks in the damaged visor.
Without the protection of her visor, Faora's entire head was completely exposed to the murky fog.
"Cough cough..."
Before long, dense red veins appeared in the whites of her eyes.
John held one arm out horizontally, like a javelin.
Then, he leaned slightly forward, bringing his gloomy face close to Faora's eyes.
Deep within those azure eyes, dark red flares appeared, radiating a hint of mockery.
John's lips curled slightly, revealing a classic, yet chilling, fake smile:
"Not bad speed... This beautiful lady, really."
If you put that on Vought's fitness assessment form, you might get a perfect score.
Faora's arms were numb, but she still used her weak strength to hold onto John's wrist tightly.
The fingernails scraped against the back of John's hand, but not a single drop of blood appeared.
John turned his head, looked down at her slightly weak knuckles, and let out an undisguised sneer:
"But compared to me... they're far behind."
As he spoke, he continued to press down with his five fingers.
"Crack!"
A sound of bone cracking came from an unknown location.
Faora arched her back, and a mouthful of dark red blood spurted from her white lips, splashing onto the crisp front and collar of John's suit.
"Um..."
John first glanced down at the bloodstains on his collar.
Immediately afterwards, the playful smile that had been lingering on his lips vanished completely.
His brow furrowed, and a hint of ferocity surfaced in his eyes.
"Damn it... you dirtied my clothes."
Waist and arms move as one.
John swung his right arm high, like a giant axe flipping.
He grabbed Faora's right shoulder with his five fingers and slammed her head down!
"BOOM----!!!!"
The downward impact materialized into a powerful gust of wind, tearing apart the surrounding iron plates in large sections.
Faora's exoskeleton was neatly ripped off, and the entire protective strip that hugged her spine tore apart.
It made a crisp sound, like popping beans.
The smoke and dust had not yet settled.
"Thump!!"
A dull thud shook away the dissipating dust.
John lifted his foot, his gleaming heel poised to stomp down—
"Buzz--!!!"
At that moment, a muffled whooshing sound broke through the air from the end.
Copper mist billowed in the air, swirling like curtains to both sides, while lead slag flew backwards like rain.
A massive blade, over two meters long and entirely dark red, suddenly slashed down.
"Um?"
John's brow furrowed slightly.
He twisted his toes, bent his waist abruptly, and then sprang back three steps.
"Boom--!!!"
Next second!
The giant blade grazed John's nose as it came down.
Where the blade swept past, a wisp of hair beside her temple was severed by the wind pressure and scattered into the air.
John's gaze followed the flash of the blade downwards.
"Buzz--"
The tip of the blade had already sunk into the deck where he had just stood.
The iron plate, as thick as a person could hug, was as thin as paper, with its sides flipped open.
The crimson cut surface emitted wisps of blue smoke.
John's gaze followed the hilt of the knife downwards, then upwards along the leather cord wrapped around the end of the hilt.
The peso vibrated and hummed, leaving swirling afterimages.
At the end of the afterimage was a high platform.