Chapter 388: First Battle (1/2)

Chapter 388: First Battle

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Ye Chong nearly jumped off from his seat. What was that? There seemed to be an alarm coming from Moon King. Had something been detected?

It was a shocker when he took a cautious look at the screen.

Was that a mech? There's mech here?

A green mech had flown out of the base.

The Xi Feng tribe... It must be. Thought Ye Chong upon recognizing it at first glance, well since typical Xi Feng was typical, that their mechs were of the same typical design portraying the beauty of Mother Nature itself. The green mech that just flew out for example, took the appearance of a bird with that pair of dark green wings of its. Such an eye-catcher they were.

And this mech was not an ordinary one. The level was different. Reviewed Ye Chong in his mind. Based on his encounters with the Xi Feng members, only those great ones would be the rightful owners of those great wings.

The dark green wings spread out neatly like films of leaves which were metallic foils in actuality. A green metal was a rare sight in the industry when all those grayish and darkish minerals filled the boundless sky. A chivalrous kind of elegance could be felt from the mech's pale green main body.

It was pretty surprising to encounter a mech at a place like this, especially a mech with such standard.

”It's the Phoenix!” exclaimed Ye Luo.

Ye Chong would love Ye Luo to brief him on this particular strange machine called ”The Phoenix” but the green mech was not patient enough to wait apparently. The Phoenix rushed towards them after spreading its wings fully, like an eagle to its raid, gracefully yet forcibly.

The air was giving off piercing cries as the metallic wings sliced their ways forward.

Such speed! Ye Chong was shocked. As expected from an advanced mech of the great Xi Feng! Ye Chong could not help but to compliment in his head.

Well, of course, Ye Chong would face such foe with the same courtesy!

Drawn the parrying spears, Moon King made a slight swing and shifted itself from course of The Phoenix.

The foe had seemingly predicted Ye Chong's move as it made an aerial ace, a fancy turn back towards Ye Chong, while three red beams welcomed Ye Chong from the metallic wings.

The beams zapped through the body of Moon King. That was a close shave.

Ye Chong wiped his cold sweat, as realizing how his once-nightmare had returned, the impeccable attacks haunting him from the future! Exclusive to the Xi Feng clan, who held the ability to foresee his moves!

It had been quite some time since Ye Chong last held the steering, he could certainly feel the numb strangeness convincing him the lack of awareness in battle. The Moon King would have been shot dead if the beams came from a mech of the Xue Lai Clan, since their mechs were known for the horrendously accurate ranged attacks.

Dang! He got to retrieve that battle sense in the briefest time, or this would be the last chapter of a supreme soldier! But the strangeness was really distracting, it was slowing him down especially when Moon King was also something new to his hands. Was he fighting a losing battle?

The foe had powerful ability to read his cards while countering all of them the whole time. The red beams always came at a frightening timing, like for few times Ye Chong was almost a goner as he could no longer cope with the attacks.

Ye Chong only managed to make drastic turns from time to time, that it felt like a training back in his NR Training days. No doubt, it was a painful experience to make sure he lost that unhelpful dizziness while making him highly agile in battle. The training course designed by Mu consisted of an astronomical amount of turn practices daily.

Ye Chong was investing all his strength, in making turns.

Was he at the training center again? He felt so because he was forced to perform all techniques he knew. He did a few sets of Condensed Multiple Turnings, one Thomas's Spin, then few U-shaped Splits... what else? What else? His brain ran through the entire skill list, as he already made Moon King withdraw the parrying spears which seemed like a pure burden by then.

The foe raided Ye Chong every few second like an aggressive serpent in the dark. One moment Ye Chong let down his guard, a beam would come at him and he would be a no-more.

Meanwhile, Huang Zheng looked at this mech which was making insane amount of turns like a chihuahua on fire, confused, very confused.

The heck he's doing? And Huang Zheng thought he had seen enough of the battlefield to perceive the situation. The scene was beyond his comprehension that his eyes just enlarged themselves.

Ye Luo lifted his head, staring at the dancing Moon King with an opened mouth. On the ground he stood, no word was heard other than the soft whimper coming from his mouth as the corners twitched.

That... that is... one strong guy...? I s-supposed?

Ye Luo never fancied the pilots, however he had undergone similar training when he was much younger. Making turns was the bread and butter of a close-combat model, while also being the hardest to master. Certainly to cope with the torturing experience of drastic turns, a pressure buffering system was already created to aid the pilots, however every turn would pack a different punch at the pilot's body and those punches would only be magnified over time, like a combo stack.

Multiple turns at the quickest would be extremely wearing to one's physique. So the examination on this category always had a considerably high rating of difficulty, and truly, only the superior pilots could execute it well.

But hey, how many turns had this fella made? Ye Luo could feel the insanity just from counting the turns, and Moon King did not seem to be stopping anytime soon.

At this point the rating of difficulty would only go higher as more drastic turns consecutively performed. Let's see... 10 stars? 12? 15? Do we see ratings this high back in our family?

Huang Zheng's head was pounding as much as Ye Luo, as cold sweat dripped his forehead. The control panel was completely wet. It would have been a chaos of short-circuit if it was not the exceptional water resistance of the technological amazement.

He was at the edge of losing himself. He recognized the strength of the foe, as his heart sank and rose as quickly as that dark-glowing mech.

The flaming will had extinguished. The passionate heart ran cold.