Chapter 695: Swear Word

Sneaky bastard!

After seeing the terrified face of his aide strapped to Li Ang's back through the power armor's scope, the squad commander furrowed his brow, then reset the launcher and halted the already warming-up rotary cannon.

With the firepower mounted on his own power armor, if he fired this full burst, he didn't know if the target with the strange weapon would die—but his aide, from the Lyon family, would surely be riddled to pieces.

And as the Kingdom Military's "sitting lion," the Lyon family's influence ran deep; if he truly dared to kill both his aide and the target, he might be dragged before a military tribunal by their combined forces.

Then he'd have to close in.

After assessing the situation, the power armor squad commander swiftly issued his orders.

The twelve-unit squad immediately split into three: five power armors veered left, six surged right to flank, while the commander's own armor accelerated sharply, charging straight toward Li Ang's position, raising the rotary cannon on its arm…

…

"Tatata! Tatata!"

Amidst the drumming rain of gunfire, Li Ang himself wasn't hit—but the ground ten meters ahead erupted in a spray of dirt and stone, shredded by a hail of silver projectiles.

Immediately after, several bright red canister weapons were hurled by the armors behind him farther ahead; as they landed, a vast burst of blazing yellow flame erupted instantly, the scorching heatwave slamming into Li Ang's face and curling his hair.

So cautious…

Watching the power armor behind him—capable of overtaking him instantly but instead maintaining a steady, slow distance, using only its cannon and incendiary rounds to slow him down while waiting for the others to encircle him—Li Ang couldn't help but sigh inwardly at his bad luck.

Though Pion's rear end was useful, it lacked direct spiritual attack capability; he could only gnaw at the thick iron shells of the power armors. So the Lyon kid's words were right: at his current level, handling two or three power armors was already pushing it—more than that, and he'd surely crash.

Right now, the best option was to turn back and charge, eliminate the power armor clinging to his tail—but given how cautious its operator had been, he'd never let Li Ang get close; any sudden turn would just make him pull back again.

Though tracked power armors were clumsy to turn, their forward and backward speed wasn't slow—probably fifty to sixty kilometers per hour. Li Ang couldn't catch up, and chasing would only plunge him deeper into the encirclement.

He'd have to fight hard.

Using the Black Goat's soul vision to scout the positions of the other armors, Li Ang suddenly changed direction—no longer fleeing straight ahead, but charging straight toward the five armors that had moved left to flank.

Seeing Li Ang's "walking into the trap" move, the operator of this group likely assumed his teammates were nearby and that he only needed to hold out briefly for support—so he didn't retreat, but instead pulled down the shield from his back and advanced directly, raising it to block.

Then you're done for!

Seizing this fleeting moment, amid the Lyon kid's shriek, Li Ang didn't slow—he slammed straight into the two-meter-wide shield.

The silver metal orb hovering beside him, roughly the size of two human heads, obeyed his will and transformed into an impossibly sharp blade, slicing through the shield's lower edge like rotten wood, carving out a hole large enough to crawl through!

What the hell was that?! Everyone who saw this froze in shock—and the power armor operator, facing Li Ang's mysterious weapon, frantically retreated, trying to use his speed to escape this dangerous "tiny devil."

But shifting from advance to retreat required acceleration time; once Li Ang closed the distance and entered the "ass-sword"'s two-meter range, the armor's fate was sealed.

"Pupupupu!"

The sounds of metal armor being pierced rang out in succession. Having dismantled several power armors already, Li Ang knew their weak points—he commanded the "ass-sword" to split into four gleaming silver spear-tipped lances, piercing the joints between torso and limbs in quick succession.

As the thirty-centimeter-thick outer shell was breached, the intricate internal gear systems jammed against the rigid silver lances; the armor's weight-reduction module instantly failed. Vast plumes of blazing white steam erupted from ruptured pipes snapped by the armor's own weight, exploding into a thick, blinding, acrid fog around it.

"Watch out! He's out!"

Amid the operator's panicked shout, Li Ang, covering his nose and mouth, lunged from the dense white mist, crouching low—amid the Lyon kid's choking coughs—and charged straight at the second approaching power armor.

Unprepared for how fast his teammate had fallen, the second operator, in panic, instinctively raised his rotary cannon and aimed it at the terrifying figure barreling toward him.

Is he… firing?

Hearing the high-pitched whirring like a washing machine at max spin, the Lyon kid behind Li Ang shuddered violently—he realized his own teammate had opened fire, aiming to kill them both—and let out a desperate, shrill curse:

"I!"

The silver orb beside Li Ang split in two: one half wrapped around the cannon's barrel, trapping every projectile inside; the other half formed a hand, gripping the armor's arm and yanking it sideways.

"Fuck!"

Seizing the moment the armor staggered off-balance, Li Ang sidestepped the leg it stumbled forward with, circling to its hip. The part of the silver orb that had shoved the cannon now flowed back like a living thing, precisely landing in Li Ang's hand and reshaping into a slender, razor-thin blade.

"You!"

The gleaming blade slashed sideways, slicing through the armor's hip like cutting paper. Shattered metal fragments erupted with the high-pressure steam from ruptured pipes, pocking the ground with countless tiny craters. The armor, missing most of one leg, toppled backward with a crash.

"Mom!!!???"

"Boom!!!"

The heavy thud of the falling armor and the Lyon kid's trembling "Mom!" landed almost simultaneously—then the acrid white fog exploded outward, swallowing once again the figure who had dismantled two power armors in the blink of an eye.

(End of Chapter)