Chapter 411: The Headless Knight

Ding ding ding ding ding...

The Centaur King's frantic suppression left the Black Night Saber completely trapped in a passive defense. Wuzang's resilience and fundamentals were absolute, and the Centaur King possessed equally absolute patience. What made Walan different from other Centaurs was that he truly integrated into his machine; besides being skilled in charge-based tactics, he was even better at standing combat. His control was all in the details, not the type to lose his head the moment his four hooves started charging. This Mecha had already completely merged with his Spirit.

The Tianhuo Changmao was both hard and soft, effective at both long and short range, forcing the Black Night Saber to retreat in a sorry state. The Black Night Saber had already sustained several minor injuries and taken another impact. It was only because the Wu Family was truly skilled at defense, and Wuzang himself possessed such patience, that he could hold on. However, with Wuzang having just entered the Flowing Heart Martial Arts and Walan being a master of it, in an equal confrontation and war of attrition, Walan clearly held the absolute upper hand. Unless Heaven stood on his side, Wuzang's only way to break through was to overdraw himself. How could there be so many mid-match breakthroughs? And even if he did break through, Walan likely wouldn't fear it.

Walan was too patient.

"Damn it, the Fire God Team is so damn insidious. Walan is trying to exhaust Wuzang until he's crippled!" Depuya suddenly realized. There had been several opportunities where Walan could have unleashed a major ultimate move; even if he missed, he would have definitely gained a massive advantage, but Walan just wouldn't let it go.

What else could it be? Walan's goal wasn't just to defeat Wuzang, but to completely scrap him. Even if they took a step back and entered the team battle, Wuzang would be useless. Everyone knew the Substitute Ma Long was just a healer and was of no use.

Everyone's expressions were solemn. Tianjing Mobile Suit might just be playing a match, but for Basta and his Fire God Team, they treated Tianjing Mobile Suit as a life-or-death enemy in a decisive battle.

Others also wanted to beat Li Hao and had made their so-called preparations, but compared to Basta, those were all minor tricks.

To beat Li Hao, one had to target him comprehensively.

Walan knew the Wu Family's technical capabilities like the back of his hand. Given his status and strength, there was actually no need, but for such a long time, he had repeatedly watched all of Wuzang's match videos. Even if one became stronger, certain technical habits could not be changed. And during the Hailong Exchange Tournament, when Romero took the lead in stirring up trouble, they had been observing silently the whole time.

As powerful as the Fire God Team was, Wuzang's display of his own fighting style had long since been seen through.

A mere Wuzang was, of course, not worthy; all of this was for the redemption of the dignity of the Mars Apocalypse Warrior.

Defeat that person!

Then they could stand tall!

Although Wuzang had not experienced the Apocalypse, the training arranged by the Wu Family was not insignificant. Fighting to this point, he clearly realized that the opponent was very familiar with his technical movements; this was the result of very deep research. Since the start of the battle, the Golden Zone had been in constant opposition and consumption, with both sides defending against the opponent's abilities. In terms of Zone Value, Walan was stronger. With the support of the Mecha, this difference was acceptable. The real gap was in endurance; with equal consumption, Walan's duration was definitely longer than his, so Walan could afford to exhaust him.

The situation was clear: it was too difficult to find opportunities based on technical movements. The true Centaur Mecha had truly achieved the pinnacle of half-beast Mecha, with stability, flexibility, and instantaneous explosive power. As long as the rhythm was with the Centaur Mecha, it was too hard for a Humanoid Mecha to turn it around.

He could only rely on the Golden Zone to make a breakthrough. Wuzang was very clear about this, and this was also what Walan was waiting for. When both sides' abilities were known, effective defense consumed less, and the effect of a subsequent counterattack would definitely be maximized, potentially even causing direct damage to the pilot.

This was definitely Walan's plan as well. Wuzang had already figured it out during the battle, but he had no choice. First, he had to enter the team battle. A more terrifying thing lay ahead: if he failed, the counter-advantage would still be with the Fire God Team. Li Hao could not go up in the third match; if he did, it would be four to one. As long as Basta didn't go up, he could win it back in the fourth match. Moreover, Li Hao winning the third match wouldn't bring encouragement, but rather put even more pressure on the others. The third match could only be Zhou Naiyi or Zuo Xiaotang. In reality, the pressure on the three of them during this period was immense, and Zhou Naiyi and Zuo Xiaotang would only be under more strain than him.

No matter what, he had to take this battle; he could only fight with everything he had. As for getting injured, that was no longer a consideration.

In a flash of lightning, the Black Night Saber was blasted away again. The Black Night Saber, which had crashed directly into a building, did not emerge from the front but instead darted to another street block. Wuzang needed time, he needed to calm down, but the Centaur King had already chased after him, making a sharp turn and charging toward the Black Night Saber.

"There's no escape! As expected of the Centaur King, he's beaten the Wu Family to the point of fleeing in a sorry state!"

"Wuzang is no match for Wu Fa."

"Actually, Wu Fa is just so-so; that's all old news!"

"Tianjing Mobile Suit looked quite strong at first, how did they suddenly collapse?"

"They were a dark horse, with a new style that everyone wasn't familiar with, and their abilities were hidden deep. Once they were thoroughly studied, they had no more tricks. Like the Fire God Team or North Caro, no matter how they are studied, they aren't afraid. That is the true powerhouse!"

"Damn, the Hailong team on the other side is so fierce, they're already three to zero. This is simply giving no way to live; the Moon is too brutal this year."

"Hailong has once again shown me the power of money. Where did Xilian find so many powerful warriors? I'm impressed."

"If I were the heir to Melafeisi, I could do it too. Who wouldn't know how to spend money? This guy didn't even go up himself; it's too obvious."

"So life is the most important thing, but Hailong will only make it to the final four; that's the limit of pay-to-win."

On the battlefield, the urban terrain did not buy Wuzang much time, mainly because the Centaur King's mobility was simply too strong, especially since Wuzang still had to guard against Walan's ability. And Walan just kept the pressure on without releasing it; this invisible threat was the most exhausting.

The Black Night Saber had completely fallen into a passive defense. The Tianhuo Changmao kept applying pressure, bombarding the Black Night Saber. Walan fought with increasing vigor, and the light flames enveloping the Mecha turned gray, exuding a murderous death aura. The Tianhuo Changmao also carried a strange vibration, forcing Wuzang's Feng Yinneng to condense on the surface of the Mecha for defense.

Tseng tseng tseng tseng...

Secret Martial Sect — Death Coil!

The spear locked onto the head of the Black Night Saber, piercing madly. The Black Night Saber concentrated all its energy on continuous dodging. Suddenly, a spear thrust toward the center, and the Blood Moon's scabbard precisely blocked it. While pushing aside the Tianhuo Changmao, the Black Night Saber surged forward like lightning, not giving the Centaur Mecha a chance to kick. The Blood Moon thrust diagonally, and the Centaur's left-hand shield blocked it. At this very moment, a piercing ultrasonic attack exploded.

— Abyss Howl!

The Gale shield on the surface of the Black Night Saber's aura was instantly blasted open, and Wuzang's ears began to bleed, but the swirling Gale filled the gap. The ultrasonic vibration continued, and the Gale shield resisted desperately. The two sides fell into a stalemate: power confrontation, Mecha confrontation, and ability confrontation.

Walan's howl continued, Wuzang's eardrums had already burst, and the Centaur Mecha was also constantly pressing down, like a taut string. At this moment, whoever relaxed would bear the full force.

At this time, Tianjing Mobile Suit had fallen into a deathly silence. Everyone was praying, "Hold on!"

The Wu Family had always been the pride of Tianjing Mobile Suit, and the pride of Tianjing. At the most critical moment of charging into the final four and creating history, they needed Wuzang to stand up.

Pain had never been able to knock Wuzang down.

This was an unprecedented difficulty Wuzang had encountered, but his will was indestructible. The opponent's power pressed down bit by bit, and the ultrasonic waves were ravaging his body, but every bit he endured was for the sake of a counterattack.

When the Centaur King's power was pressed to the limit and began to decline, at the very moment of this transition, the Gale defense on the surface of the Black Night Saber instantly dissipated.

Between life and death, Wuzang did not need any defense; what he wanted was an attack!

Hesitation is defeat!

If he waited until the transition was complete, the Centaur would enter a defensive posture. Wuzang did not have more time to sustain; only at this moment could he force the opponent to fight for his life with him. Red light flames exploded, Wuzang's pupils radiated a strong red glow, and he slashed out with a decisive sword.

Martial Family Secret Sword — Gale No-Return Slash!

The indomitable Blood Moon disappeared, leaving only a blood-red glow slashing toward Walan. Walan knew Wuzang's resilience and strength, but he never expected that someone who hadn't gone through the inner Apocalypse would have such decisiveness, not hesitating for a second when it was time to risk his life.

He could only defend!

Boom...

The light flames exploded, and the Centaur Mecha was sent flying hard. In mid-air, the Tianhuo Changmao in its hand broke into two pieces, and a gap appeared on the Centaur King's chest.

The Centaur King crashed into a nearby building and stopped. Wuzang's Black Night Saber did not pursue; that strike just now had almost exhausted all his strength.

However, it had actually been blocked by the Centaur King.

His blade was still not fast enough!

In a split second, the Tianhuo Changmao swung and pulled horizontally to block the Blood Moon. Although the force severed the Tianhuo Changmao, the remaining power was not enough to destroy the Mecha.

Wuzang gasped for air; he could no longer steady his breathing, and his ears had completely lost their function. He couldn't hear anything, as if he were placed in the boundless deep space.

The Centaur King broke free from the building, tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap, and returned to the arena.

The two Mobile Suits faced each other again. Looking at the broken Tianhuo Changmao, the Centaur Mecha suddenly reared its front hooves, and Walan raised the spear in his hand. This was a salute.

Wuzang had won his respect. Although not an Apocalypse Warrior, such a person was no worse than any Apocalypse Warrior.

"Wuzang, you can concede now," Walan said. The Tianhuo Changmao pointed to the ground three times in succession; this was the common gesture on Mars for an opponent to concede.

Wuzang was already injured; if he exerted his full strength, he might really not be able to stand up again.

The Black Night fighter threw away the scabbard and stood up straight, a trace of a smile appearing at the corners of his mouth; at this moment, all pressure vanished, and there were no more burdens, his hands gripping the Blood Moon.

"Good!" Walan let out a thunderous roar, gray flames burst forth, and a massive Headless Knight light-image appeared.

Flowing Heart Martial Arts—Headless Knight Soul Essence.

At this moment, the entire Galaxy Center fell silent; is this the strength of the Fire God Team?

This was Walan's true power, while Wuzang opposite him was already injured, and that last strike had exhausted most of his Golden Zone.