Chapter 415: Encounter (2/2)
”Hmmmmm... weird...,” muttered Liu Sheng as he looked upon the sky, ”I have never seen such meteor shower before...”
”So what? It's your turn to train her,” said Sisko impatiently.
”Again?” Liu Sheng flinched and shrugged at Feng Su. ”Well, you have to work hard lassie. You don't get to train with me everyday.”
Feng Su bit her lips. The veil on her face had already been shredded into a million pieces during her battle. Well, at least these barbarians seemed uninterested of her presence.
But they were lunatics! They were simply maniac! They had some really ridiculous thoughts on combats, that she cannot comprehend! They never had breaks between dummy and fight practice. It was terrifying to Feng Su to perform such sadistic training every single day! Moreover, those were not ordinary fight practices, as they fought with their lives! The first time she saw their ”demonstration” she thought these barbarians just had issues with each other and wanted to resolve with murder!
Her pretty face was now tanned. Her smooth hair was puffy and stuck with grasses. She was no longer that seductive singer before. But she made it here, although she was sweating, occasionally bleeding, she made it with maximum efforts and her lips bitten.
Over the days Feng Su could feel the changing attitude among the group, during which occasionally she would see the slight admiration in their eyes.
Despite all the chaotic training, Feng Su did improve greatly under immense stress. Her physique had elevated to a whole new level. She was frail, even as a Jie expert before and that frailty was more apparent when she fought with these barbarians. She could now tie with any of these men, well, given that the fight did not last longer than 15 minutes, since she was still limited by her stamina.
During the process, Feng Su once given up the idea of running away. The attacks from these barbarians were uncertain, that she would never last more than 5 minutes if she did not invest 100% of her efforts. She could lose since they showed zero tolerance towards a lagger.
Well, her time to run had come. She was right. The 7 mechs came for her indeed.
Feng Su was expected to arrive Dankwood and take over the admiration works there a long time ago, but the tribe had never received any reports since then. So they were pretty positive that Feng Su had bumped into something. The authority decided to send off all the forces to look for her.
The plot twist was... they encountered Ye Chong. Ye Chong's mech, which was presumably an advanced model of Ye family, and that was more than enough to cause alert in the searching team. They did not intend to take action at first, till Ye Chong ran away promptly, which convinced them that something fishy was going on. Everything made perfect sense, as only Ye family's Mandate model could smash a Phoenix Lord of the tribe, which was the exact model Feng Su was piloting.
It was a one-on-seven fight, which justified the confidence in the leader of Team Feng Su.
They then arrived by a mountain range, which looked like a resting beast in the dark.
That spelled good news to Ye Chong, as his hands danced upon the control panel.
The Moon King made a bouncing turn as the body shook slightly to get out of the foes' lock-on. Right when the 7 mechs tried to reposition their crosshairs, Moon King made a high leap and zapped through the mountains.
The chasing mechs did not halt at all, as they reformed into a perfect diagonal, following this Ye model.
The piercing cries of the mechs shattered the silence of the woods, as birds flew away.
Both parties gradually lowered their flight.
That was not a good sign to Team Feng Su, as the leader frowned, knowing that it would be a goner if the foe had run into the woods, ”Everyone on your mark, turn to manual aiming, ready to fire on my call.”
Their processor had been taking forever to relocate the crosshair on the ever-moving foe. So they got to do it the traditional way.
Well, as expected from a Mandate class...
Complimented the pilot from Team Feng Su.
The model was good enough, but the pilot was greater. Those were some masterly controls he witnessed, with all turns made on the most impeccable timing which managed to disrupt their paces of shooting.
They must not let their prey escape into the forest, as not only it would be more harder, it would be also more dangerous. The foe was a melee model and forest like this was wholly its territory.
A Mandate class pilot must be a melee expert. No explanation required.
The pilot must be.
Frankly speaking, if the foe was not outnumbered, the outcome of the battle would have been the other way round.
”Leader, manual aiming is not possible,” stated the man in the communicating channel.
”I know, such a lively prey, livelier than the animal.”
”True, he's piloting a Mandate, not some random instant mech at the supermarket after all.” They sounded very excited somehow... probably it was the first time they chased a Mandate.
”Switch your mode,” the leading pilot instructed. ”All units switch your single-targeted aiming to area-aiming. Remain manual.”
”Yes, sir.” They understood it was not the time to mess around.
”Lock on complete.”
”Lock on complete too.”
...
”Group firing calibration complete. Ready to fire at once.” Heavy breaths were heard in the channel.
”FIRE!” the leading pilot shouted.