Chapter 140: You Can Always Trust the Little Steel Cannon (Fourth Update)

Like a desert warrior, the Ghost Warrior slashed and spiraled incessantly, its power growing ever stronger and more ferocious. It was a do-or-die attempt to either hack the opponent to death or exhaust itself until a flaw appeared and it was killed by the opponent; at this moment, it was a battle of resilience.

The Dragon God Mecha's Titanium Blade parried with tough resistance, every clash sparking. The massive sound hammered into everyone's hearts. The entire audience at the Holy Fire Arena was cheering wildly for Kaosite; this kind of explosive attack was both cool and satisfying, and he was hacking at a direct disciple of the Wu Family—this was the moment to become famous in a single battle.

Meanwhile, the Tianjing side was truly sweating bullets. Damn it, this was too fierce. How was the Udier Team so strong? Their Team Leader hadn't even made a move yet.

Wuzang endured the force blow by blow. At this moment, he couldn't counterattack; there was no opportunity. The opponent's combos were extremely solid. Even if he wanted to risk his life for a trade, the most likely outcome was being killed first. Under such a disadvantage, what was needed was a desperate comeback, not a mindless rush. An attempt without an opening would most likely lead to his doom.

Wait, wait longer!

Kaosite was consuming more energy, roaring in his heart: How could this guy be so steady? Only he knew best that the opponent's defense was solid. It looked extremely passive, but every blade was blocked. He didn't dare to change his moves recklessly; once a gap appeared, the opponent's counterattack would be more lethal than imagined.

Kaosite's attacks continued in a chain, and at the same time, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The opportunity had arrived. He was more familiar with this kind of battlefield; after all, as a member of Yise City in the Middle East, there was desert everywhere here. This was his hidden advantage.

Boom...

Another heavy blade strike came down. The Dragon God Mecha's block remained precise. In the exchange between these two, no one dared to attempt any feints for the sake of flair. Once caught, there was no telling what kind of death that would be.

Wuzang was gaining more insight into his defense. He caught this blade, but instantly felt something was wrong, because while defending and retreating, the Dragon God Mecha's left leg slipped on a downward slope in the desert, and it was about to lose its center of gravity.

This was the moment he had been waiting for. The Ghost Warrior let out a roar: Flash Strike! It slashed toward the Dragon God Mecha, which was about to lose its balance.

Although it lost its footing, Wuzang showed no panic at all. The mecha actually steadied itself by sheer force. This was terrifying core muscle strength. He adjusted the mecha's posture, but this adjustment also meant consuming the pilot's control. The moment of life and death had arrived. Wuzang's Titanium Blade was very steady, and he didn't strike out blindly. He only had one path: block the opponent's attack, or it was over.

Everyone's hearts were tightened. Don't blame the desert advantage or any other mecha advantages; this was the opponent's home field. Moreover, Wuzang had chosen this himself. From the lineup arrangement to the mecha selection, it all felt like it had a strange flavor. If it were a normal sparring match, it would be fine, but this was a life-and-death battle. Was it really okay not to bring out all his trump cards?

The Ghost Warrior that had unleashed the Flash Strike actually paused for a split second. This wasn't a visual illusion; it was rhythm control. It suppressed the attack momentum—not by slowing down, but by using a feint, which also caused the opponent to strike in a panic. In terms of momentum and psychology, the Ghost Warrior occupied a complete advantage.

But Wuzang didn't panic. Although the mecha lost its balance, it remained very stable within half a second, which was undoubtedly due to the pilot's own core strength.

The Ghost Martial Blade moved to strike upward. Wuzang's Titanium Blade met it. When the two made contact, there was no explosive sound. With a sliding blade strike, the Ghost Martial Blade quickly slashed diagonally downward!

Ghost Martial Illusion Blade Style—Poluomidu Slash.

Cut in two, a sure kill!

The audience at the Holy Fire Academy was so shocked by this blade technique they were about to climax. Clang...

Wuzang's Dragon God Mecha reacted super quickly; this was the foundation of Ancient Martial Arts. It was just that the defense was a bit rushed. The Titanium Blade pressed down backhanded. The posture was in place, but the power was simply insufficient.

Maintaining the Dragon God Mecha's balance consumed energy, and the inaccurate judgment also consumed energy.

Clang...

The Dragon God Mecha's Titanium Blade was knocked away, and the entire mecha flew backward. The Ghost Warrior followed up directly with a mid-air leap slash. The Dragon God Mecha, having just landed, faced a strike aimed at its head. At this moment, the Dragon God Mecha didn't retreat but advanced, throwing a small side kick. An inch shorter meant an inch more danger. Wuzang still hadn't given up, but Kaosite had anticipated it long ago. With a forced mecha control and engine roar, he stopped for half a second.

The Dragon God Mecha kicked at empty air. At this moment, everyone felt despair. The Dragon God Mecha, having kicked at nothing, performed a rotation, and the entire mecha did a backflip, kicking out with one foot.

This was the true killing move.

Boom...

The Ghost Martial Blade was kicked into the air, and the entire Ghost Warrior tilted back violently. Kaosite used forced control to stabilize his center of gravity, but the previously passive Dragon God Mecha had already roared and risen. Flash Strike!

It grabbed the Ghost Martial Blade and slashed down with a Mount Tai-crushing blow. The Ghost Warrior fired its Laser Eye.

Hum~~~~

The Ghost Martial Blade blocked the Laser Eye, and upon landing, it performed a waist-level slash!

The two mechas crossed each other. The Dragon God Mecha pointed its blade at the sky, while the Ghost Warrior stumbled forward a few steps and fell off the sand dune.

Boom...

Wuzang wins!

The entire Holy Fire Arena was filled with noisy discussions and sighs of regret. Damn it, he actually managed to win by luck. What a pity, it was just by a hair's breadth. His luck was too good.

On the other side, the Tianjing Mecha side was plunged into total celebration. Having won one match, they wouldn't lose. How could they have made it to the team battle? This was hope.

In the Principal's office, Long Danni also breathed a slight sigh of relief. Honestly, even at her level, she wasn't quite used to Li Hao's operations. Without a strong heart, one simply couldn't handle it.

Fortunately, Wuzang was reliable. This "Little Steel Cannon" was truly as steady as Mount Tai. From daily life to the Campus Tournament and then the qualifiers, he fought steadily. Especially in this match, under disadvantageous conditions, he was not the least bit impatient, resiliently waiting for an opportunity. He didn't feel like a young man, but like a veteran warrior who had seen many battles. His mentality was too good; he was worthy of being a direct descendant of the Wu Family.

If not for Li Hao, Wuzang would definitely be the hope for the rise of Tianjing Mecha. Of course, times had changed; Wuzang couldn't reach the level of Wu Fa back in the day, but with Li Hao, everything was possible. These were the big and small trump cards in her hand.

She hoped Li Hao wouldn't play with fire later. If they took the qualifiers, they would have time to improve. If they lost, everything would be gone.

Now, the Udier Team and the Tianjing Team were tied one-to-one.

The virtual image showed the highlight reel of the kill. This match had a very high gold content. Starting from the grasp of the terrain, Kaosite suppressed him step by step. The Ghost Martial Wind Slash was full of power. Wuzang gave him an opening, but no one expected the Poluomidu Slash to be blocked. Even more unexpected was that in such a crisis, Wuzang could still use the Wu Family Side-Spin Dragon Head-Lift, which combined the real and the fake, mutually predicting the opponent's predictions. In the end, Wuzang seized the opportunity and snatched the Ghost Martial Blade. At this time, the drawback of the Ghost Warrior's non-stop frantic attacks appeared. When the blade was snatched, Wuzang could Flash Strike, but Kaosite was clearly slower. His judgment was also correct—the Laser Eye attack—but it was blocked by Wuzang. Kaosite, having lost his Ghost Blade, clearly saw his spirit and energy drop by a large margin, which was why he was slashed by Wuzang.

It seemed to have a large element of chance, but when truly evaluated, Wuzang's maturity and psychological endurance had already fully reached the level of the S Tournament.

The defeated Kaosite was exceptionally depressed. The strength of both sides was actually quite close. In mecha combat, no one had an absolute chance of winning. Even the weaker side could win if they seized the opportunity well. He believed he was still a bit stronger than Wuzang.

Solomon patted Kaosite. As a first-year student, this process of tempering was indispensable. In this battle, Li Ge was training his troops; why wouldn't he be doing the same? Of course, he didn't think Wuzang was truly much stronger than Kaosite. It could only be said that he was more steady in experience and willpower. This was also normal; Kaosite was, after all, a freshman.

Looking at it, one year wasn't long, but this accumulation was still very important.

For the third match, he was preparing to enter the arena. He didn't know if Li Ge would go up. Five years had passed; he certainly wasn't the only one. Just thinking about it was a bit exciting. Five years ago, he hadn't been qualified to compete, and now he had already won an advantage. Respect wasn't for the present, but for what Li Hao had once achieved in the past.

Dita was taking a rare break and watching this match via Skycom. After all, it was A Youyou's boyfriend's team. The Udier Team wasn't too strong, but at least their standard was passable. If they could defeat Udier, the quality of this team would be decent. After all, even for A Youyou's sake, she couldn't waste time with her team against a weak squad. Bullying the weak would lower their level. If they were too poor, she would send the Substitute.

On the weekend, the captains of the major NUP teams gathered to exchange information. It seemed that a top expert had appeared on the USE side, who was very powerful, and they requested all teams not to take it lightly.

But Maxis didn't elaborate. However, Dita guessed it in her heart; it must be because of the Puppet's performance. The Puppet Step had appeared for a week now. As a top expert who now possessed the Golden Gene, once any movement was created, it could be dismantled, analyzed, and learned. They would learn it very quickly. For example, the Cross Wheel; there were many people who could master it now. Perhaps the proficiency varied, but there was nothing that couldn't be learned.

But the Puppet Step had created a problem for everyone. Up to this point, no one had succeeded. Posing was no problem; the problem was that footwork wasn't a pose—it was a feeling, a state, a reaction to an attack. In essence, there was a rhythm within it, and currently, no one could grasp it.

Someone had cleared Grosso's basic test at Nightmare difficulty, but they used a Super Mecha, and it wasn't the Puppet Step. Anyone who tried the so-called Puppet Step was shot into a sieve.

Dita had tried it herself, but she couldn't master it at all. She couldn't even imagine what kind of person could create such a way of moving.

At this moment, the whole arena cheered. Solomon of Udier had entered the arena. This person's level was still acceptable, and he should have improved this year. Many Warriors would go through a transformation period, especially after coming into contact with the S Tournament, suddenly producing a leap in improvement.

And at this time, the audience at Udier Academy erupted in a clamor, followed by a burst of joy.

The one appearing for Tianjing Mecha was Huo Ying, not the Team Leader Li Hao.

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