Bang, bang, bang...
The sound of a violent collision echoed through the scorching Xia'an City.
The two mechs circled Ning Chuan, constantly looking for an opportunity to unleash their weapons.
In the team's communication channel, He Yang and Du Feihong could hear each other's heavy breathing.
Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, they found it difficult to maintain their enthusiasm.
A wave of exhaustion washed over me.
Du Feihong thought for a moment and said, " He Yang, don't attack yet. Find a place to rest. The Swift Lightning is fast. I'll leave after you've created enough distance!"
"Okay, then be careful!"
He Yang piloted the Great Strength, rapidly retreating.
Ugh!
Suddenly, the Swift Lightning unleashed an even stronger offensive, its dagger striking like lightning to restrain the enemy.
However, facing Ning Chuan alone, Du Feihong's pressure increased sharply, and his defense became precarious. He could only barely hold on by relying on his speed advantage.
"Um?!"
Ning Chuan's eyes flashed, and he saw through their plan.
I want to run to a distance to recover my strength.
"Just a forced struggle!"
Ning Chuan felt calm.
He's still very strong in long-range attacks.
Ugh!
The dark red Army-Breaking War Spear streaked across the sky, containing immense power. With a thud, it smashed the Swift Lightning to the ground, sending it flying. The dagger in the left hand slipped from the grip and spun around.
At that moment, He Yang's voice came through the team channel, saying, " Du Feihong, stop trying to stop us, retreat immediately!"
"Knew!"
After landing, the Swift Lightning had barely regained its footing when it turned around and sprinted off into the distance.
Seeing this, Ning Chuan stopped in his tracks and stood still.
He could have chosen to pursue them, forcing He Yang and Du Feihong to run in their mechs, gradually wearing them down like boiling a frog in lukewarm water.
At most, He Yang and Du Feihong would be exhausted within an hour.
"But there's no need!"
Ning Chuan's eyes narrowed.
The Army-Breaking War Spear and the Thousand-Wave Shield shrank rapidly, returning to the Force Aperture within the body.
A deep purple spear, propelled by the Force surging in his right palm, burst forth from his body and expanded to a length of ten feet in a flash.
A powerful aura emanated from the gun.
Compared to the Army-Breaking War Spear, it is only stronger, not weaker!
Divine Weapon, Heavenly Punishment!
Ning Chuan watched the Swift Lightning flee into the distance, and with all his might, he mobilized his Force, which surged out of his right palm like a torrent and into the Heaven's Punishment War Spear.
Then, he threw it out with a thud.
His long-range attacks are just as terrifying!
Sizzle!
The first burst of power within the Heaven's Punishment War Spear erupted, moving at incredible speed as it soared through the sky, heading straight for the location of the Swift Lightning.
The gun shuddered in mid-air the next moment!
The second stage of power contained within the Heaven's Punishment War Spear was unleashed in full force on the spot, swift and violent, as if it were about to sweep across the entire field, unleashing a terrifying offensive power!
And this is not even the limit!
The entire spear burst forth with purple light, unleashing hundreds of bolts of lightning that were dazzling and blinding, tearing through the surrounding sky and filling the air with a terrifying aura that captivated the soul.
"This..."
Ning Chuan was taken aback.
The scene before my eyes was far too powerful.
Normally, martial arts need to rely on Mystic Truth techniques to trigger natural phenomena.
"Could it be that the Heaven's Punishment War Spear and the Heaven's Thunder Punishment are too perfectly compatible?"
Ning Chuan pondered.
The Heaven's Punishment War Spear has completed its bombardment!
boom!
Its lingering power raged, sweeping across all directions, like a ground-attack missile exploding.
Countless pieces of gravel and dirt flew everywhere.
All I saw was...
A large, charred crater, over thirty meters in diameter, had appeared on the ground.
In the center of the pit.
There lay a wrecked Swift Lightning, its head pierced by a purple spear, motionless, its metallic body billowing black smoke, essentially a total wreck.
The hull sections located in the chest and abdomen are exposed.
The metal sheet covering it was torn open with multiple jagged slits.
Du Feihong lay inside, convulsing as if he had been electrocuted.
In fact, she did get an electric shock.
The lightning struck his body.
"Monster... this is outrageous!"
Looking at Ning Chuan rushing towards him, Du Feihong felt a sense of powerlessness.
The flying spear just now wasn't particularly fast because Ning Chuan threw it using his own strength.
He realized what was happening.
He quickly maneuvered the Swift Lightning and used his dagger to stop the falling spear, avoiding a direct hit.
However, the power contained in that spear was far too terrifying.
It was like a thunderclap.
Even a small portion of it destroyed the Swift Lightning.
Snap!
At that moment, a soft thud was heard.
Ning Chuan arrived at the pit and jumped down.
"I... I'm withdrawing... from the competition!"
The lightning had not completely dissipated, Du Feihong, his tongue numb, spoke indistinctly.
Upon hearing this, Ning Chuan nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the Heaven's Punishment War Spear.
"Fortunately, after cultivating the Divine Treasury of Ten Thousand Weapons, one can convert Divine Weapon into energy at any time and retrieve them over long distances."
Ning Chuan thought to himself.
Otherwise, after each use of the Divine Treasury of Ten Thousand Weapons, there would be a lot of work to do.
They searched everywhere for Divine Weapon.
Not only is it time-consuming, but it also lacks any semblance of a strong person's demeanor.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Ning Chuan drew up the Heaven's Punishment War Spear, gathered his scattered thoughts, jumped out of the pit, and scanned the area, locking onto the Great Strength.
Inside the cabin, He Yang saw Ning Chuan's sharp, lightning-like gaze and felt a chill run down his spine. Ignoring the fact that his strength had not yet fully recovered, he immediately piloted the Great Strength, performing Rule maneuvers.
His defensive methods are somewhat stronger than Du Feihong's.
But they weren't confident they could stop Ning Chuan's flying guns.
"He... He Yang, keep going! I don't expect you to beat... Ning Chuan, as long as you can last for 3 hours, according to... the competition Rule, we can get a draw!"
Du Feihong's teasing voice could be heard in the team's internal communication channel.
Du Feihong knew this clearly.
With his defeat, only He Yang remained, and he was definitely no match for Ning Chuan.
That terrifying skill with flying spears was enough to make up for the lack of speed.
The game isn't over yet.
But Galaxy No. 1 Squad has already lost.
"Three hours?! The match has only been going on for a quarter of an hour. You might as well not have let me face Ning Chuan head-on!"
He Yang's tone revealed a sense of helplessness.
As he spoke, he piloted the Great Strength, maneuvering Rule to increase the distance between himself and Ning Chuan.
He didn't want to give up.
The odds of winning are slim, but not absolute.
Just like before, Ning Chuan's Wind Hunter encountered a problem with the Force Array.
" Ning Chuan is fighting with his body now, unlike the mecha. He won't break down on his own. If I want to win the match, I need to rely on external forces!"
He Yang, clinging to a sliver of hope, let his thoughts wander.
"If only a bolt of lightning could strike Ning Chuan!"
Just then, He Yang suddenly heard a deafening roar from high above, like a thunderclap in a clear sky!
He Yang snapped out of his daze, his pupils suddenly contracting sharply.
With the mecha's all-around perspective, he could see without looking up a deep purple spear, accompanied by hundreds of bolts of lightning, its terrifying aura resembling the weapon wielded by the thunder god of mythology, hurtling towards him at lightning speed.
The Heaven's Thunder Punishment, ranked at the Firmament level, is naturally not so easy to dodge.
In addition to being fast enough, it can also use the Force to slightly alter the trajectory of the war gun before it falls.
clang!
The Great Strength moved swiftly, raising its massive axe blade horizontally, gripping it tightly with both hands, and layering layers of Force to act as a shield, blocking the falling Heaven's Punishment War Spear.
However.
It only blocked it for a moment.
The next moment, the full power contained within the Heaven's Punishment War Spear erupted!
boom!
A burst of light exploded, scattering everywhere!
A huge axe flew out.
Two severed hands were still attached to the axe blade.
With a loud bang, the Great Strength, crackling with brilliant lightning, crashed heavily to the ground and remained motionless.
The damage was slightly less severe than that caused by the Swift Lightning.
The hull was not visible.
However, the room was filled with thick smoke and sparks, making it impossible to move.
Buzz!
The hatch opened.
He Yang, his face blackened, quickly crawled out. Before he could even look up, a chill enveloped his throat.
A finely crafted, deep purple spear was pressed against He Yang's throat.
Surrender? Or fight to the death?