Chapter 229: The Day the Broken Blade is Reforged, the Day Our King Returns

On Earth, everyone was silent. In the crowded EMP hall, only stifled breathing remained. There was an indescribable sense of powerlessness and distress; if only Romero had kept his distance, it would have been over. What a miraculous defensive counter-attack that was—to think such a miracle would fall to a weapon. It was so frustrating!

Zhou Naiyi bit her finger, her heart sinking to the bottom. Puppet was still too overconfident, while Romero had placed himself in the position of a challenger from the very beginning, calculating the limits of the Armor Dragon. This result was almost inevitable, but the match wasn't over yet. Both sides had just finished their Flash Strikes; at this moment, the Armor Dragon could still fight for a chance at mutual destruction—a draw would be fine too!

But a bizarre scene unfolded.

In the field of vision, Romero's Netherfire Genesis suddenly shifted laterally by one meter. It was without warning, without any engine operation, and no controls were visible on the mecha, yet it shifted abruptly. The Underworld Fire Fighter arrived at an optimal attack position, simultaneously causing all of Puppet's predictions to fail. It could be called a divine movement. The Underworld Blade, burning with raging cyan flames, slashed toward the Armor Dragon.

Romero had no intention of fleeing. He had planned all of this to win, to end it all with his own hands. He wanted to gaze into fear, control fear, and become fear!

Nether roar—nnn Burning Will—Nether Void Dimensional Slash!

With soaring cyan flames, the Underworld Blade cut toward the Armor Dragon's head. At this moment, in the VVIP broadcast room, Heavenly Machine Laika, Heavenly Pivot Pegelosa, Heavenly Axis Zhu Hongye, Opening Light Luo Ning, and Shaking Light Yabiji all revealed a hint of strange relief at the corners of their mouths.

Legends must eventually come to an end. Failure happens only once, or countless times; it was just a pity that it benefited Romero.

But at this moment, Fan Liwei, Maxis, and... Li Xiangshan suddenly widened their eyes, their expressions becoming even more solemn.

Clang...

The broken Titanium Blade swung out. "This is so powerless. If I had known it would come to this, why bother in the first place!" "A desperate struggle, kill him, kill him, this piece of junk, the invincible Martian, the only king..."

"Huonan is roaring. At this moment, his spirit has been sublimated. This is the most perfect script. In the end, Puppet still fell at the feet of the Martian Warrior, like a dream or an illusion."

"The great Mars Empire will last forev... forev..."

A golden light bloomed, like a sun rising.

Clang...

Pfft...

It seemed as if everything around them suddenly slowed down. A mouthful of blood surged from the chest cavity and was uncontrollably sprayed out, staining the cockpit red. The red light on Romero's body also dimmed instantly. His body twitched violently, and he leaned heavily against the cabin, his face losing all color, as if most of his life force had been drained away in an instant.

At this moment on the battlefield, the two mechas brushed past each other.

Clang, clang...

No one spoke. The whole world seemed to have its time frozen. Countless people's gazes were fixed on the two Mobile Suits.

The Underworld Fire Fighter held only half of the Underworld Blade. Click, click, click—strange sounds came from the mecha. The next second, the mecha split in two.

Boom...

As the Netherfire Genesis turned into a ball of fire, the Giant Insects slowly crawled down. Only the Armor Dragon remained on the battlefield. At this moment, the eyes of the whole world were on the broken blade in the Armor Dragon's hand.

It was a complete Titanium Blade burning with golden light.

The entire Solar System seemed to have been struck by magic, and the world of the Martians collapsed.

Huonan's limbs stopped in the air in a particularly strange way. At this moment, he felt his brain buzzing, but his mouth was still smiling, continuing his previous ecstasy. Immediately after, his eyes turned red, and tears welled up. Huonan bit his teeth tightly, pinching his thighs desperately, his nails digging into his flesh.

Before the match, Kuangwu Daren had looked up a lot of information. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that legend, that unspeakable legend—a legend of Earth's Apocalypse who carried shackles. As long as he was there, why would the USE war zone have fallen to such a state? It had always been circulating in small circles. He had thought it was just a boastful story, made up by Earthlings for the sake of face. At this moment, he understood. With dazed hope in his eyes, he muttered, "The day the broken blade is reforged, the day our king returns!" Countless broadcast rooms and countless EMP halls had not yet reacted at this moment, until the view froze completely.

Puppet won?

Puppet won!

Zhuang Zhou was already streaming with tears, roaring crazily at the camera, "Dear viewers, this is the Puppet God, the invincible Mecha War God! I ask you, who else is there~" At this moment, Zhuang Zhou's shouting completely ignited the broadcast room. Crazy gifts rained down from the sky—all kinds of fireworks, Space Fortresses landing in batches, followed by piles of Spaceships and countless dense swarms of fighter jets. A space fleet had been born.

Won?

Puppet had won once again, once again taking the match in an impossible, cognition-defying way. This time, the one who fell was the Lone Wolf Romero.

The official EMP Four Great War Zones pushed a huge banner across the entire screen, and it quoted that sentence from Kuangwu Daren. This once eighth-rate commentator had become a legend with one sentence.

—The day the broken blade is reforged, the day our king returns!

Within five minutes, it topped the SkyNet hot list, sweeping everything before it.

It completely ignited the mecha craze. As strong as the Lone Wolf Romero was, even people who didn't pay much attention to mechas had heard of this person's name. This was going mainstream; this was influence. He had actually lost? Lost to someone who hadn't participated in the S-Tournament?

Meanwhile, the headline on Mars EMP was: The Dark Age has begun.

How could Romero lose in a one-on-one?

Losing to an Armor Dragon mecha while using a Netherfire mecha?

When those who hadn't watched the match heard the news, they just laughed. April Fool's Day?

Today was not!

Officials were rushing to produce analysis videos. Warriors in major Martian military academies seemed to have their strength drained away all at once, shrouded in an atmosphere of powerlessness and despair. This was no longer a question of losing; the process had actually made people feel fear.

The Moon's EMP military academy was no better. The only thing they had over Mars was that their two top aces, Fan Liwei and Maxis, hadn't made a move yet, but two of the Big Dipper Seven Stars had already been taken out, one of them even being taken out in seconds.

Without a doubt, in this year's S-Tournament, the USE would rise strongly. Puppet had single-handedly changed the balance of power among the Four Great Federations, while simultaneously shrouding other war zones like a demonic shadow.

At this moment, the entire Earth's EMP halls were filled with cheers and crazy shouting, deafening and ear-splitting. Earthlings didn't know how long it had been since they had felt this satisfied. In Tianjing, Huo Ying had already started doing a striptease; if it weren't for Wuzang holding him down, he might have taken his pants off too.

It was simply a divine battle. Romero hadn't given any openings from beginning to end. It was a perfect military layout, yet it was hard-killed. It seemed that as soon as Puppet exerted force, he was gone.

A close-up of the character "miserable," translated into countless languages.

The crowd hadn't thinned at all, because what they had just seen was only a cursory glance. The true profound meaning had only just begun. What kind of answer would Puppet give this time? Every time, he had to subvert—completely subvert.

Major streamers were frantically discussing and reminiscing, showing off their insights before the analysis videos came out.

This time, the one who hit it big was Kuangwu Daren. It wasn't that no one predicted Puppet would win, but they were basically just talking nonsense, just outputting in reverse. But Kuangwu Daren was different; he had logic, evidence, and intuition. As a streamer, his emotional control was also better than Huonan's. Actually, it was fine for people like Huonan and Zhuang Zhou to be a bit fanatical to stir up the atmosphere, but what made Kuangwu Daren awesome was his ability to hit the nail on the head with super-precise vision.

Zhuang Zhou knew his premonition that he could win wouldn't be wrong, but he didn't know where the win came from, nor could he say it accurately. Kuangwu Daren had done it.

The Longhubao EMP center in Dawan City was packed with over five thousand people inside and out. They had also hit it big; they had actually spent a 100,000-credit appearance fee to invite Kuangwu Daren to play a series here, and it had even attracted the Puppet God. The current Puppet God was different from the original Puppet God; he had risen another level. It was truly fate.

Kuangwu was now definitely famous after one battle, a top-tier major streamer. That sentence, "The day the broken blade is reforged, the day our king returns," would also become an eternal classic of EMP.

In the VVIP VIP viewing hall on the Moon, it was dead silent. The faces of Laika and the others didn't look good. It wasn't because that person had won, but because they had actually thought that person would lose. Yes, five years had passed, and they had still looked down on him from the depths of their hearts. But the person had returned, and now he had brought fear back with him once again.

Maxis, Fan Liwei, and Li Xiangshan, however, were not surprised at all. From the beginning, they knew it would be like this. They were clear about his terror back then, but everyone was different; the stronger one's strength, the more one could see.

"Brother Shan, about how much of his strength did he use?" Maxis asked. This was the focus of their attention. From the start, they had judged that it was unlikely for Romero to win. What they needed to know was how many trump cards the other side still had. Only by seeing the bottom could they find a way to counter it. There really was no shortcut to this.

Li Xiangshan had fought Puppet before. He was silent for a long while. "Is it possible that mechas no longer have any meaning to him?"

Dita felt the temperature in the whole room seemed to be dropping, and everyone's heart was constantly sinking. She couldn't help but break this situation. "Brother Shan, I think Romero was just a tiny bit off. No matter what, he's still human. Take a step back, let go a little. Suppose he is invincible; the configuration of the other positions in Tianjing is really poor, and they can't go far at all."

The others didn't speak, because Dita didn't know what had happened before, what kind of existence the other party was. His strength really wasn't limited to the individual. They had thought that with time and growth, this gap would narrow, but now it didn't seem to be the case.

Dita didn't continue either, her eyes a bit stubborn, because she felt she wasn't wrong. This was a battle of five people; what could one person do? And in the single-match, you could only fight one round. If you couldn't reach the team battle, it was over. What was there to worry about?

Suddenly, everyone looked at Dita, Silence... In the end, it was Li Xiangshan who spoke, "Dita, could I ask a favor of you?"

(I worry this writing style is a bit old, so I'm starting a small poll to adjust based on everyone's opinions.

Those who think "stop yapping and get back to work," please type 1.

Those who feel changes are needed, please type 2, such as in Mecha design, configuration, combat style, etc... Short doesn't count, that doesn't count.)