Chapter 1027 (2/2)

What exemplary skills!

Tang Wulin instantly deduced his opponent's battle tactics; while he was trying to grab onto Tang Wulin's spear with his mecha's bare hands, the s.h.i.+eld that had just flown over Tang Wulin's head had swerved around like a boomerang to attack him from behind.

If his spear were to be locked in his opponent's grasp, he'd either have to take the full brunt of the attack from behind or abandon his weapon to take evasive measures.

Regardless of which of the aforementioned options he chose, his opponent would immediately seize the upper hand.

However, Tang Wulin certainly wasn't going to give his opponent such an opportunity.

After deducing his opponent's battle techniques, he instantly reacted. The spear that he had just thrust forward was withdrawn like lightning, and its unstoppable momentum instantly disappeared, leaving only a trail of spear intent and spear projection in its wake.

Without even turning to look behind him, Tang Wulin thrust backward with the shaft of his spear, striking the s.h.i.+eld behind him with unerring accuracy amid a resounding boom. Drawing upon the impact erupting from the s.h.i.+eld, Tang Wulin activated his mecha's propeller and instantly accelerated drastically, cras.h.i.+ng into the opposing mecha in virtually the blink of an eye.

At this point, his opponent's mecha had just grabbed onto empty air.

”Boom!”

A loud boom rang out, and both mechas hurtled back in retreat at the same time.

Another s.h.i.+eld had appeared in Number 161's hand. This was also a round s.h.i.+eld, but compared to the s.h.i.+eld equipped to the generic mecha, this one was entirely dark golden in color with faint turtle-sh.e.l.l patterns running over its surface. The immense rebound force erupting from the s.h.i.+eld clearly forced Tang Wulin back a little further than he was able to force back his opponent.

As expected, his martial soul was also a s.h.i.+eld.

In the face of Tang Wuin's unavoidable attack, Number 161 was forced to release his own martial soul.

As dark golden light flashed from the s.h.i.+eld in Number 161's hand, the s.h.i.+eld that had just been sent flying by Tang Wulin's spear flew back into his other hand, creating a dual-s.h.i.+eld combo.

As expected of the caliber of the partic.i.p.ants in the finals!

Only the span of a few breaths had pa.s.sed since the commencement of the match, but a series of clashes of tactics and courage had already ensued. Tang Wulin had gained a slight upper hand, but it wasn't enough to be decisive.

Number 161's aura had clearly become denser and heavier. It was quite clear that he was already beginning to take his opponent seriously, and Tang Wulin's heart was also filled with antic.i.p.ation and excitement. Only with an opponent of this caliber could he continue to improve his mecha battle techniques.

Over time, his style of battle had progressed toward an untamed free-flowing style where he relied heavily on strength and brutality. However, that didn't mean that he didn't respect technique. On the contrary, he could only make the best use of his extreme strength in battle when he had exemplary control and technique to accompany that strength.

In terms of techniques, that was something that he'd have to hone through mecha battles, and the more powerful his opponent was, the more battle intent would be evoked within him. He could sense that in terms of technique alone, this Number 161 was slightly inferior to Ling Wuyue, but his powers were definitely not inferior compared to Ling Wuyue.

He raised his spear and placed both hands on the shaft this time before controlling his mecha to rush toward his opponent again. A spear projection erupted from the front tip of the spear, and it was flickering between around a foot in length to over 10 feet long, making his opponent unable to gauge and predict it.

Dark golden light also began to appear on his twin s.h.i.+elds, and on this occasion, he didn't move. He positioned the generic mecha s.h.i.+eld in front of himself, then raised his martial soul s.h.i.+eld in a horizontal manner, clearly intending to use it as a weapon.

The spear was thrust forward, and his spear intent and spear projection instantly combined as one. In that instant, it was as if Tang Wulin's mecha had completely fused as one with its spear, making it one ma.s.sive spear that instantly pierced through the air, hurtling directly toward his opponent's chest. The spear projection was s.h.i.+mmering with scorching white light, and the unstoppable aura emanating from it drew reactions even from the spectators.

Was this a kamikaze attack?

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