Chapter 1036 (2/2)

What he was planning now was to construct the most powerful super-mecha that he was currently capable of creating, and that would further contribute to a solid foundation for his future endeavor to revive Shrek Academy.

At the same time, he informed his friends of this idea through soul communication, cautioning them not to write off mechas as simply inferior to battle armor. In particular, this applied quite heavily to Xu Lizhi. As a food system Soul Master, if he could possess a powerful mecha that he could control in an expert manner, then he'd be able to significantly make up for his shortcomings when it came to offensive output.

Everyone had joined the military, and even though they contacted one another relatively infrequently, they would all take occasionally some time to communicate what they'd learned and experienced in the military, as well as through their own cultivation.

Tang Wulin could sense that he was not the only one who was developing at a rapid rate. Ever since the disaster that had befallen Shrek Academy, everyone was doing everything they could to improve, and those efforts were certainly s.h.i.+ning through.

Tang Wulin had made an agreement with his friends, telling them not to be in a hurry to make their next major breakthroughs. Instead, they should continue to acc.u.mulate their soul power, and when they met again, everyone would be able to fuse with a 100,000-year-old soul spirit that would significantly boost their overall powers once again.

When that time came, they would truly be Shrek's Seven Monsters.

”Three, two, one, begin!”

Number 68 swept his long spear through the air, and a vast expanse of spear projections fanned out before him. This was a customary formality prior to the commencement of a battle, and at the same time, it was a display of Number 68's mastery in spear techniques, which was meant to intimidate Tang Wulin and affect his confidence.

Tang Wulin's mecha merely raised its spear and jabbed it forward three times as an acknowledgment of his opponent.

The two of them then controlled their mechas to rush toward one another almost in unison. Neither of them had used their propellers, and both of their mechas were advancing in a very straightforward manner.

Tang Wulin's eyes were s.h.i.+mmering with faint light. The more powerful his opponent was, the more battle intent he was able to muster up.

He had improved very quickly in his spear techniques, but most of that came from his Fury of the Ma.s.ses. His opponent was also using a spear on this occasion, and it was more important for him to learn some lessons from observing his opponent's spear techniques than it was for him to win this battle.

The two mechas instantly approached one another, and just as looked as if they were about to clash, Number 68's spear was abruptly thrust forward. His spear projection was of an icy blue color, and as soon as it appeared, Tang Wulin could clearly sense that the air temperature around his mecha had instantly plummeted, to the extent that even the movement speed of his mecha had been hampered.

Immense bloodline power erupted from his body before spreading throughout his entire mecha, and a layer of faint golden light appeared over the surface of his generic mecha, allowing it to instantly ward off the frosty temperatures. At the same time, the spear being wielded by Tang Wulin's mecha was jerked upward toward his opponent's spear.

”Whoos.h.!.+” All of a sudden, Number 68's spear disappeared, but in the instant that Tang Wulin's spear flashed past, his spear reappeared before thrusting toward the chest of Tang Wulin's mecha like a lightning-fast viper. Several dozens of spear projections instantly appeared at the same time, and all of them were aimed at vital regions of Tang Wulin's mecha. The flurry of attacks created quite a mesmerizing sight to behold, and the speed at which the spear strikes had been unleashed was clearly superior to that of Tang Wulin.

This was not an indication of his control over his spear, but instead, an indication of the speed at which he could control his mecha. It was undoubtedly the case that the speed at which he was operating this generic mecha was at the very upper limit of its tolerance capacity.

Tang Wulin harrumphed coldly, and it appeared that there would be no way for him to evade this attack, but all of a sudden, his mecha began to sway in an unpredictable manner, unleas.h.i.+ng the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track.

One spear projection whizzed past him after another, and at the same time, he swept his own spear horizontally through the air in an extremely overbearing manner. There were no techniques or tricks to speak of; it was just a pure horizontal sweep imbued with an unstoppable will, and it appeared as if this single sweep of his spear could wipe out an entire army!

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