Tempest of the Stellar War - Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Viewers from Earth hated this type of situation . Behind closed doors, they dominated the different scenes, yet they were treated no different from dogs .

"We shall see!"

Bubbly Foam was unable to comment further . Based on technical aspects and data analysis, there was no way this match could be won .

The different comments all led up to one determining factor: the physical condition of Lady Stormsword .

If she was in her peak physical condition, impossible .

But what condition?

Masasi and Atos looked at each other and laughed . The eight of them were crowned as the strongest batch on the Moon in the last 20 years!

Two mecha arrived at the arena . It was a standard, square venue used by ancient swordsmen in their duels . In order to achieve ultimate speed and accuracy in their ambush, swordsmen used assassinating swords . The Brightmoon 8 . 0 was precisely this accurate . It was not made for face-on battles, it made use of its speed to launch attacks . The Brightmoon 8 . 0 was equipped with the newest high frequency assassination sword . Its material was unknown, but it was a product of the Moon's latest technology . Its toughness and flexibility were beyond imagination . In a high speed attack, it could put up with force a thousand times greater than itself and would not break .

It's most fatal attack was the invisible kill .

Even though Milo did not compete on CT for a very long time, it did not mean that she did not battle . It was just that a greater proportion of them were real life battles . Returning to CT, where the battle was less of a burden, would ensue in one outcome: over performing .

They could use battle techniques that did not exist in real life .

Mecha these days could sustain unlimited pressure . So long as the pilot was strong enough, the possibilities were endless .

On the other hand, the Wargod No . 1 was akin to a piece of wood . No matter who the opponent was, it remained the same . No vigour, no vehemence, no flexibility .

The audience continued to show great interest . Opposite them was a woman . Even though it was a high-end mech, it was not as if Student Little Skeleton had never defeated high-end mecha . It was no big deal .

"Break the brittle! Ruin the rotten!"

"Break the brittle! Ruin the rotten!"

The Skeleton supporters roared . To them, victory was a fixed outcome . What mattered was the process .

Failure was something they never considered .

Some of the calmer audience members could understand how they felt . To quote Comrade Old Deer, that was self-hypnotising .

Do undefeatable people even exist in this world?

Yes . Only dead people were undefeated .

People were bound to fail; it was just a matter of time . But because he believed in this unchanging rule, he stayed firm in his position . Because he believed he was definitely going to have the last laugh, he pressed on even if the process would destroy him mentally .

The battle began .

Whoosh…

Lady Stormsword whipped out her assassination sword gracefully and waved it in the air . The sword reflected the lights, illuminating the arena . Its rays made an elegant symbol .

This was the assassin paying homage to her opponents .

Nine slashes in a second!

That was both a technique and a starting move .

Amidst the audience, there were some who were prideful and quiet . They were from the Moon . Some used to be huge fans of Lady Stormsword, but Moon people were rational . They seldom obsessed over one person, unless they could do something extra extraordinary .

The sword's rays indicated the present condition of Lady Stormsword . In the past, she could only achieve seven slashes in a second .

The battle was streamed live on the Moon as well, but it was definitely not as well-received compared to how it was on Earth . To the Moon people, torturing Earth people was no different from torturing inanimate vegetables . Those who watched the game only did it to watch Lady Stormsword . This was the battle for Lady Stormsword to get a feel for the game in her return to CT .

The starting move had erased the doubts of those who were worried .

Wang Zheng pulled his knife out and drew an X in the air . It was a defensive move used to protect one against a flurry of attacks . Faced with a mech of such extreme speed, initiating an attack was courting death .

"Yes, Little Skeleton has made his battle cry! The cross was very well drawn . Compared to the Brightmoon 8 . 0, he is definitely still a bumpkin battle turtle among all these other bumpkin turtles," Old Deer teased .

Bubbly Foam could not help but laugh . Old Deer and Skeleton had gone through many things together . They were close, and people were used to him mocking Skeleton . But Old Deer never failed to come up with something new .

Seeing the look of bewilderment Bubbly Foam had, Old Deer added sincerely, "As much as he is a bumpkin, if Player Skeleton is poor, I can buy him a high-end mech, lest he finds excuses for losing . "

Old Deer's speech once again invited attacks from the public . But Comrade Old Deer did not care at all . Their barks were louder than their bites .

Milo looked at her opponent with great interest . She had thought that this strong personality would initiate an attack, but instead he struck a defensive pose . But if she attacked, would he still stand a chance?

The Brightmoon 8 . 0 started to move . When it moved, everyone understood one thing: sharpening the tools was crucial if anything was to be achieved . This feeling, the lightweightedness of control, yet every pilot knew that the difference in level was stark .

No fancy moves, it was a sudden lunge attack . In the blink of an eye, the mech appeared infront of the Wargod No . 1's face .

Bam!

The alloy knife lashed out defensively, but bam! The Wargod No . 1 Was pushed two steps back .

The arena fell silent . God damn it! Who said the Wargod No . 1 lacked strength?

This was the opponent declaring war . The attack was rather fierce, and the mech's operation was determined by its pilot's abilities .

Wang Zheng perspired . What a fierce attack! The intensity of the attack was largely from its speed; strength was just a small part . When made good use of, speed could also create a huge force . And this opponent standing in front of him was a demure pilot who had superb control .

An image of Zhang Runan flashed in Wang Zheng's mind . Perhaps his opponent was also a super man!

Seeing that the Wargod No . 1 was still in a defensive position, Milo did not care for civility . The Brightmoon 8 . 0 mech began its warm up attacks, blow after blow . A simple way of attacking, but it was fiercely delivered by the Brightmoon . It was merely delivering stabs using one hand, but it made loud crashing sounds as the blows landed on the mech .

The Wargod No . 1 had no strength to fight back .

"The Brightmoon 8 . 0 is indeed a lightweight mech, but lightweight mecha are capable of heavy blows too . "

"You'll just have to counter the recoil with an energy shield . "

"That's right, but not many are capable of doing that . "

Masasi and Atos smiled at each other knowingly . "Looks like Milo has made some more improvements in the time we were apart!"

"Of course . She's one of boss' accompanying trainers . It'd be hard not to improve even if she didn't want to . "

"I look forward to seeing how this plays out," Atos gleamed, his eyes becoming the shape of a crescent moon .

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Brightmoon 8 . 0 mech was like a shadow, moving agilely across the battlefield, launching strike after strike . Each and every strike was no different from a heavy blow dealt by a larger, heavier mech . The Wargod No . 1 could not catch up at all .

If the Brightmoon 8 . 0 was a race car, then the Wargod No . 1 was a tow truck with only the strength left to make turns . However, even making turns felt exhausting .

Milo was curious too . Even though the opponent was doing a good job defending, there was nothing else special . She made a dozen attacks for him to familiarize with her pace . Could it be that he hadn't gotten used to it?

Bam!

Faced with another attack by Milo, Wang Zheng hacked his alloy knife straight out . This was a head-on attack .

The Brightmoon 8 . 0 was pushed back by several meters .

The Wargod No . 1 remained at its position, silently looking at its opponent .

At this point, Milo understood . So the opponent was giving her time to warm up . But as they kept giving way to each other, they eventually clashed by accident .

To think someone who used the Wargod No . 1 had such great inner strength!

Milo was truly intrigued . She was a girl, and female pilots did not usually have to be humble or modest . But since the opponent was so "generous," she was going to see if he could really take it .

Whoosh! WHOOOOSH!

Two swipes of the swords cut through the air . The Brightmoon 8 . 0 mech leaned in, sword at the ready .

Masasi and Atos looked at each other . They had never seen such a poser, able to keep his cool dealing with a Brightmoon 8 . 0 mech .

If Milo went wild in her attacks, no one would be able to save him .

BAM!

The Brightmoon 8 . 0 was engaged with a deafening crash . This was an extreme high speed ambush . Turning into a ray of silver light, the Brightmoon 8 . 0 made a lunging slash at the Wargod No . 1 .

The speed was definitely astounding, but it was different from the one before . The Brightmoon 8 . 0 did not make a head on attack, it made a beautiful, arched line .

Arched Side Step?

That was everybody's reaction, but evidently, this side step was considered nothing .

This was the capability of a Brightmoon 8 . 0 mech!

The arches appeared one after another, and in the blink of an eye, there were three consecutive arches . The opponent would never be able to see the signs of a real attack by the Brightmoon 8 .

Just as Milo thought she had completely confounded the opponent, she realised that the Wargod No . 1 was still standing in front of her .

After pausing for a short moment, the Brightmoon 8 . 0 started moving once more . It was not that Milo could not launch an attack, but a battle between masters was all about the true capabilities . She had used a Brightmoon 8 . 0 against a Wargod No . 1 . It would not be acceptable if she could not "shake off" the opponent's stare down .

In another split second, the Brightmoon 8 . 0 had done another three consecutive Arched Side Steps . The audience was presented with another series of perfectly arched silver lines, forming a blossoming flower .

A couple of Arched Side Steps were enough for one to become famous on Earth, but she did six in no time .

Yet Milo was wrong once more . Her high frequency operations would normally shake her ordinary opponents off, but the Wargod No . 1 was still in front of her . She could almost see the pilot inside smiling to himself .

It was just a feeling she had .

But her feeling was right .

After having made a high level move, the the Brightmoon 8 . 0 did not attack but instead pulled the distance apart instantly . It was akin to hearing the loud roar of thunder, but only a mere drizzle of rain was seen – just what was going on?

A commotion ensued as the audience members began whispering to one another . A number of players were still stunned by the Brightmoon 8's agility . The speed was unnaturally fast .

Why were they holding back their blows? Were they playing a game of chicken?

The Prince and the King looked at each other, nodding lightly .

Even if they were the ones facing the Brightmoon 8, they could not make any reckless moves . The Wargod No . 1 was poorer in function . It was not easy to keep up and continuously face off against the Brightmoon 8 . But nobody would know that if no moves were made - it'd be in big trouble if it attacked . Right now, Skeleton could only play the mind game and provoke the opponent's sense of pride, triggering her to initiate an attack . The only way to win was to figure out the opponent's weakness, no matter how small it was .

The masters present were not disappointed . In reality, every player at this level had an ego . There was no way to make the Wargod No . 1 court its own death knowing the situation was impossible to deal with .

The Wargod No . 1 could remain motionless, but the Brightmoon 8 . 0 could not . This was a pilot's pride .

Milo could not be bothered by this problem . It was just that she knew, from the previous round, that the opponent was not easy to fool . Since that was the case, she had to do the real thing .

The Brightmoon 8 . 0 struck her pose, ready to attack . It was Milo's habit, or even the habit which many of the Moon's players had . They saw an exceptional importance in the starting stance . Only that could express their unique style and pride .

Of course, a stance like that made it easier to unleash their powers too .

The Brightmoon 8 . 0 dashed right out, employing successive Arched Side Steps . But this was different from the last time . The Brightmoon 8 . 0 attacked, swords slashing .

Bam! Bam bam bam bam … .