Chapter 377: Passive Exposure

The Yao Ying's Titanium Shield blocked it hard. Accompanied by a boom, the entire mecha was pinned down. The next second, the entire Yao Ying was sent flying by a slash. Basta cut in directly. Suddenly, a warning sign appeared. The Nether Fire Fighter jerked its head to the side, a silver light flashed past, and the mecha cracked.

Face-Return Dragon Awl Flash!

The Yao Ying quickly opened up distance. Basta did not pursue. One cannot be too impatient when fighting Aofei; those who excel at attacking always have some extreme offensive means. It was better to wear her down and secure the win steadily.

Under this round of frenzied attacks, Aofei's consumption was clearly more severe. The super-strong Mental Power usage brought by Flowing Heart Martial Arts and the oxygen-deprived attacks placed an extremely huge burden on the body. Even a New Human could not withstand it. In comparison, Basta's defensive consumption was much smaller.

The situation had already tipped in favor of the Wolf King. Aofei knew this too, but her ability style was already decided; she had only one path: to attack.

Regardless of success or failure, she could not let Basta pass easily.

After two seconds of silence, Aofei's Mental Power fluctuated again. The silver light flames on the surface of the Yao Ying began to boil. This was to be the final battle. The power of the Athena Hunben could barely be sustained for long. Facing Basta's formidable defense, Aofei could only stake everything on one throw.

Opposite her, Basta's gaze was also scorching. The purple light flames on the surface of the Nether Fire Fighter were churning, filled with a suffocating aura. In the entire USE, only three people could make him take them seriously: Li Hao, Chao Qinglong, and the Aofei before him.

Boom.

A massive silver light bloomed. Flowing Heart Martial Arts—Holy Light Athena Hunben.

The Goddess descended. *Ting*, the Oath Sword stood at her chest, spiraling silver lightning entwined around it. At this moment, Aofei's pupils were completely filled with silver.

Yes, it was time for the decisive battle.

The engine roared, and the Yao Ying moved out. For the first time, everyone felt that the Yao Ying's speed was not fast. And this time, Basta did not defend, because he knew this was likely something he could not block.

Boom.

Po.

It was just one clash, and Basta's Nether Blade almost slipped from his hand. Furthermore, a mouthful of blood surged straight up to his throat. The massive force caught him off guard.

Boom, boom, boom.

Every attack from the Yao Ying felt heavy and powerful. The Oath Sword before him erupted with power even more terrifying than a Giant God Soldier. Every one of Aofei's strikes was forcing Basta to trade blows with her.

If a Yao Ying wanted to trade hard with an opponent, there was no one who could evade it.

Basta was even clearer on this point, so the thought of evasion did not exist at all. He gripped the Nether Blade with both hands, receiving it slash by slash. He believed that Aofei opposite him was having a harder time than he was.

At this moment, Aofei's face had an unusual flush, radiating glory. It was an indescribable realm; from extremely fast to extremely slow, the moment of striking was very light, but the instant of collision, it would become heavy and powerful.

A derivative of Lightning ability—Neutron Change!

Boom.

The Oath Sword and the Nether Blade crossed. The one-handed Oath Sword actually bent the Nether Fire Fighter. At this moment, Aofei was like Athena descended to the world, radiating light.

Shaking the Wolf King with one hand—this was absolutely something no one had ever done. But Basta did not give up. Purple flames steamed, resisting steadily. He was gradually adapting to this power. Silver light and purple light confronted each other crazily, and the ground beneath the two Mobile Suits began to crack.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

The ground exploded, gravel flew. After a loud noise, the two Mobile Suits were each sent flying backward.

Aofei's flushed complexion turned bloodless in an instant. Basta was no better off; he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He had guessed that Aofei would become stronger, but he hadn't expected her to be strong enough to injure him. He had miscalculated slightly. One had to know, if he had to face Li Hao, Xilian, or Fan Liwei later, no one could afford to be injured.

He had been a bit careless.

A trace of a smile finally appeared on Aofei's pale face. She had finally broken Basta's defense. Now she could stake everything on one throw.

Gritting her silver teeth, her beautiful face suddenly fell into pain. Aofei's pupils contracted violently, and that previously pale face flushed once again. Following that, the silver light flames recovered once more.

On the other side, Basta's purple light flames also immediately steamed up. Li Hao had returned, and everyone in the USE had changed. In the past, they would absolutely not have had such fighting spirit.

"Aofei, you had better think clearly!" Basta said in a deep voice.

Under the light, Aofei's gaze was resolute, and a faint smile even appeared at the corner of her mouth. Her voice was incomparably firm, "Hunters must win!"

Once these words were out, Basta did not speak further. Purple flames soared to the sky. He could no longer hold back; he could not afford to lose, and he could not afford to be injured.

Even more terrifying power shrouded the entire arena. Amidst the churning purple flames, a massive Demon Dragon appeared. The energy clearly overwhelmed Aofei's—a higher level of Flowing Heart Martial Arts: Demon Dragon Hunben!

This move was not prepared for Aofei, but now it had to be used.

And facing such a terrifying Basta, Aofei's gaze was even more determined. She was going to trade with Basta!

Second Brother, it will no longer be you fighting alone.

Boom.

Holy Light Athena Neutron Charge!

This time, she would forge ahead without hesitation, leaving no room for retreat. No defense could block this without sustaining damage. She was going to perish together with Basta!

The Neutron Charge, augmented by lightning, was like a neutron bomb slamming into Basta's Nether Fire Fighter.

Just at this moment, the Nether Fire Fighter also lunged forward. However, at this very moment, a mutation occurred!

The Yao Ying suddenly lost its balance. The mecha... began to fly around in weightlessness. Aofei's whole body turned cold. She tried to force-control the mecha, but it was already too late. The Nether Blade, burning with raging purple flames, had already pierced the Ying Athena.

*Ting*.

The two mechas crossed and passed each other. The Nether Blade was withdrawn. Accompanied by an explosion, the Yao Ying staggered and turned into a ball of fire.

Basta, wins!

After the entire Arena was immersed in silence for a few seconds, the Martians on the scene completely boiled over. Wolf King, Wolf King, Wolf King, Wolf King.

The Martians shouted and roared crazily. They were afraid too, too afraid. If the Wolf King fell, what would be left of Mars?

But, the Wolf King is the Wolf King. You can always believe in Basta!

In the livestream room, Huonan was already crazily pounding his chest, "Let me tell you what is called 'badass'. The great Martian Warrior is marching toward the path of winning the championship. The Wolf King must win!"

Huonan pointed forward and began to dance, his smugness undisguised. The Round Table Knights had indeed fallen into a desperate situation. Spaceships landed in the livestream room one after another. The Martians were absolutely not stingy now; they also urgently needed a big victory.

The match was not over yet. Basta and Aofei, who had walked out of the operation room, were both receiving treatment. From the current situation, Basta only had minor injuries, while Aofei's situation was not optimistic. Whether she could participate in the team battle and to what extent she could perform remained an unknown. The camera gave the two of them a shot; it could be seen that neither had given up. As long as there was a chance for a team battle, there was hope.

The heavy burden now fell on the team members. The Round Table Knights' members had always followed Aofei into battle and would not give up so easily. The third match was Mo Yu's turn to appear. Although he was a Sniper, he was a Sniper from Tianqi. Even in a one-on-one, Mo Yu did not fear; he had sufficient technique.

Waiting for him was the Centaur King Walan, the NUP's strongest Centaur mecha user. Like Basta, his personality was relatively low-key. He had consistently ranked in the top three among Centaur mecha users for years. But those in the high-ranking tiers of Mars all knew that Walan was the true King. Centaur King against a Sniper—both sides had a chance. It all depended on whether the Sniper could achieve a result when the Centaur King charged to the front.

Walan was also a former member of the Tianqi Youth Class. He had always followed the Wolf King Basta, leaving together, enrolling together, winning the championship together, and building merits. He could be said to be Basta's right-hand man, the King's Centaur Knight.

The competition scene was the Kepler Battlefield. Walan chose the Centaur King K-Hel, and Mo Yu used the Lieying Apollo. It had already been proven that the Lieying Apollo possessed the operational feasibility for close combat, specially prepared for those Snipers who possessed close-quarters techniques.

Lieying Apollo.

Configuration: Medium mecha, 75-ton class.

Three-engine Nuclear Fission Drive, Ying T8 heavy sniper, two arm-mounted Shock Bombs, optional,

Centaur King K-hel!

ROM, medium Mecha, 90-ton class.

Dual-engine Nuclear Fission Four-axis Drive, Laser Eye, Chest Laser Cannon, K23 Tianhuo Changmao.

Two Mobile Suits entered the battlefield; neither side avoided anything. The Mechas roared, and the Centaur King charged. Mo Yu had grown very rapidly over these years, and his feel for marksmanship was excellent. With the Wind ability combined with the Eagle Eye ability, he could land precise, lethal hits while moving. The movement trajectory of Renma Wang Walan was even more formidable; his four limbs actually utilized the Variable Frequency Step, constantly interfering with Mo Yu's predictions, forcing most of Mo Yu's precise attacks to miss, while the few that hit were dodged by the Titanium Shield. Looking at the current situation, the Round Table Knights were the ones being targeted.

As the distance between the two sides closed, the final moment arrived. The initiative remained in Mo Yu's hands; the Armor-piercing Shell was still fast, and the chance of evasion was likely zero, relying entirely on prediction. Once the prediction was wrong, it would be the Centaur King Mecha that died. Moreover, the power of the Gale combined with the performance of the Shadow Hunter could definitely allow Mo Yu to fire a lethal shot.

Mo Yu held back this desperate shot tightly; he only had one chance. It was a psychological battle between the two sides, and all the members of the Round Table Knights were tense. There were not many opportunities left for them. In the European region, the entire campus of the Round Table Knights was crowded with people, and outside the school, it was full of supporters. With their long history, they had too many supporters, and at this moment, everyone was praying.

When the distance was down to twenty meters, Walan had already entered the Flowing Heart Martial Arts. The massive Centaur King Mecha suddenly accelerated, charging with full force. At the same time, Mo Yu also utilized the Gale Step; instead of avoiding, he charged toward the Centaur King Mecha. When two meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!

The Centaur King's spear was raised high, and finally, Mo Yu moved first. The Shadow Hunter Mecha performed a Flash Strike with an Arc Shot... Suddenly, a deafening piercing sound erupted from the Centaur King on the flat ground. The shockwave shattered the surrounding giant ferns, and Mo Yu, who had just made his move, instantly had blood streaming from both ears, his brain feeling as if it were being hit by a giant hammer in rapid succession.

Ultrasonic Shockwave—Abyss Howl!

Mo Yu's brain wanted to pull the trigger, but his body was no longer obeying him. By the time he reacted, the Shadow Hunter Mecha had already been pierced and was directly sent flying by the Centaur King.

Walan wins!

The Fire God Team led three to zero. This was not only reflected in the record but also in the dominance of the team members. Walan's Flowing Heart Martial Arts itself suppressed Mo Yu's Burning Will. On one hand, it was sudden, and on the other, it was that Mo Yu's ability was insufficient, leaving him with no power to fight back when directly impacted by this kind of Phase technique. The gap here was already more than what this score could reflect.