Chapter 255 I am the wingman (1/2)

The meteorite immediately exploded once the main cannons bombarded it. Large fragments struck the rolling wingman’s body. Not only did it rapidly deplete the defensive shield on the body, but it also caused the warship to lose control and was flung out unexpectedly due to the impact.

A cannon fire descended down like a cobra shooting forward as the main cannon was flung away. The attack hit with extreme accuracy. The wingman was destroyed!

These string of events actually occurred in a few breaths of time. Under the pursuit of two enemy crafts, Lan Xuanyu performed the impossible and defeated the enemy wingman.

When the enemy main craft in the distance saw that his own wingman was destroyed—and with Lan Xuanyu’s previous display of control—he actually turned and ran without looking back.

If the opponent was able to destroy his teammate in a 2-vs-1 situation, he had no confidence in a 1-vs-1. This was a simulation battle and not one to fight with their lives on the line. His teammate was already dead; preserving himself was most important.

But what he was unaware of was that Lan Xuanyu was currently in his cabin with his mouth opened wide as he gasped for breath. His Soul Guidance warship had various alarms sounding out. He had performed multiple extreme manipulations. Although it was under the support of his Martial Soul and the warship had not broken down, he was already close to his limit of collapse. How could he still have the ability to fight?

Lan Xuanyu previously held the mindset of taking one down alongside him, but who would have thought that the enemy main warship would be frightened and escaped.

Lan Xuanyu pressed onto a button while gasping. Two circular handles rose upwards. He quickly grasped onto them and poured his Soul Power inside.

Space warships fundamentally ran with Soul Power; self restoration and shield restoration could be implemented with Soul Power. Currently, he had exhausted more of his physical endurance from the impacts, while his Soul Power was still at sustainable levels. In the least, he had to allow his space warship to recover its piloting capabilities.

The power of his bloodline stirred; his Soul Power quickly recovered. After all, he had Twin Martial Souls. In terms of Soul Power quantity, he was already close to a rank 30 Soul Master.

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‘I should be considered not too bad after destroying two crafts!’ Lan Xuanyu could not help but be pleased with himself. “Wingman, wingman, report position. I have destroyed the enemy wingman; the enemy main warship has deserted the battlefield.”

The sloppy, middle-aged man’s voice came out: “Main warship, pay attention. I am drawing close to you, I am drawing close to you. Requesting for backup.”

When he heard that the man was drawing close to him, Lan Xuanyu heaved a sigh of relief. But when he heard the last sentence, his eyes widened, ‘Back up? What in the world?’

In the next moment, he understood why his wingman was requesting for backup. That was because he saw 10 more Soul Guidance warships behind his wingman.

Lan Xuanyu was stunned. What the hell is going on? Did he poke a hornet nest?

He noticed that his wingman performed a series of eye-dazzling movements and actually avoided the dozen enemy warships’ attacks like a fish swimming in water. They were unable to lock in on him at all. Furthermore, they were all flying toward him.

‘Crap, can we stop playing this already…’

Lan Xuanyu no longer hesitated and controlled his Soul Guidance warship to turn and run. This was no longer a problem of having a pig-like teammate; this was murder!

Back him up? No way. Going there was simply seeking death!

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However, it was no longer simple for him to escape. The mechanical system of his warship had only recovered slightly. Just as he turned the warship around and engaged the thrusters, he saw his own wingman zoom past him from the side.

Lan Xuanyu then noticed the sky full of light, those are different fireworks…

Lan Xuanyu came out of the cabin with a black face. He was unable to help it; he had originally thought to display his abilities properly. Especially with the assistance of a wingman, he had the confidence of surviving longer in the battlefield.

In the end, he was only able to destroy two enemy space warships before everything had ended.

He was filled with indignation at the injustice and erupted in anger upon seeing the sloppy, middle-aged man: “Traitor, you’re a traitor on the battlefield. You call yourself a wingman?”

The sloppy, middle-aged man replied indifferently, “Yes, I provoked what I had to.”