Chapter 417: Ma Laoshi's Combat Power Relies Entirely on Imagination

Mengnaluo did not dare to be too rash; given Li Ge's personality, there was definitely something wrong. Ever since they met this person, they had suffered losses more than once or twice. Was this an obvious gift?

That was definitely impossible; there must be a problem here, he just didn't know where the problem lay.

If Ma Long wanted to play with him, he would accompany him. His first task was to win the match, and his second was to severely damage Ma Long.

The firepower was not weak, and there were still three missiles left. He wanted to see what tricks Ma Long could pull off.

Before they had even engaged head-on, Ma Long already felt immense pressure. What kind of damn thing was this? Playing a Heavy Armor, how could he not care about his attacks at all? Either dodging or easily defending with the Titanium Shield, that casual appearance made it feel like any extra movement would be an insult.

After just one round of confrontation, Ma Long lost a bit of confidence. If they got into close quarters, wouldn't he be slapped to death by the opponent?

Ma Long made up his mind to keep his distance, but as the mecha moved, it was already being forced into a dead end. Every time he wanted to change direction, he was either blocked by laser cannons or bombarded by missiles. But if one were to talk about suppression, it always seemed to be just a little bit short of crushing Ma Long to death.

On another battlefield, the cheers of the Moon Person spectators on-site were rising wave after wave. At first, they were very worried when they learned that Xilian could not play due to physical reasons, but soon after learning that someone was watching the match on the opposite side, the Moon Person spectators on-site suddenly exploded. The personality of Moon Person is generally quite serious; this Xilian was blatantly not treating his opponent as a human. They were, after all, in the quarterfinals, and it was a top-tier team from TAS. Dumela had fought her way through, so how could he be so dismissive?

However, after the match started, the situation immediately reversed. Klein, Li Xiangshan, and Davari all won easily. The audience even felt that the Wailing Team's resistance was not that tenacious. Trailing zero to three, Yintai Dumeila took the field. She was facing another female pilot who had been making a splash in this World Championship, Anlita.

Dumela brought out TAS's signature Heavy Armor, the Death Penalty Mecha, while Anlita used the NUP's Light Type Super Type, the Phantom Fighter.

Dumela and her teammates had long been mentally prepared for this battle. They would rather face Galaxy than face Sea Dragon. To outsiders, Sea Dragon's fame was not great, but they all knew that Sea Dragon was in a league of its own in terms of overall strength in this S Tournament. Xilian was as arrogant as ever. Back in Tianqi, the only ones who could catch his eye were Nangong Yuhang and Li Hao; Chao Qinglong and Basta were not even worth mentioning.

Years had passed, and Xilian was still Xilian, but these were all built on a foundation of strength far exceeding others. Anger and fury were of no use; Xilian couldn't even be bothered to look.

On the Cheng Zhan map, two unfamiliar old rivals clashed again. Anlita did not avoid the deterrence of the Heavy Armor at all. The Phantom Fighter fearlessly engaged the Death Penalty Mecha in close combat. Both also simultaneously displayed the state of Flowing Heart Martial Arts. The Death Penalty Mecha was powerful and heavy, while the Phantom Fighter was agile in spirit. The two sides did not cross paths much. Anlita, of course, would not fight head-on; it was all technical. Logically speaking, at this close range, the Death Penalty should be more ferocious, but the once-invincible Yintai Dumeila was suppressed by Anlita's Phantom. The Phantom's two Titanium Swords were impossible to guard against. Dumela could only defend and counterattack. If she attacked rashly, the movements were too large; once caught by the Phantom Fighter, she would inevitably lose something. The terrain of Cheng Zhan was also more suitable for the Phantom Fighter's maneuvering; she needed to wait.

Meanwhile, in the battle between Ma Long and Mengnaluo, Mengnaluo finally couldn't hold back, because he discovered that Ma Long was really just running circles around him. Ma Long was finally cornered in a dead end.

Once the distance closed, the powerful pressure from Mengnaluo's Flowing Heart Martial Arts instantly enveloped Ma Long. Ma Long immediately brought out his trump card of Burning Will to resist... it was about the same as nothing.

Mengnaluo did not feel any threat.

The red flames enveloping the Deep Sea berserker stared at Ma Long like a prehistoric monster. Ma Laoshi endured his trembling hands; his legs also seemed to have cramps. Huge pressure struck, his mouth was dry, and he was sweating all over. He really didn't know how Zuo Xiaotang and Wuzang faced these monsters!

Mengnaluo brought out the huge K23 Titanium Battle Axe. The Giant Battle Axe was burning with soaring red flames. The fighting will of the Mars hunk was fully maxed out. Draw your blade!

What to do? What to do? What to do???

In an instant, Ma Long's mind went blank, as if he had become a fool. He forgot all his technical movements. Time seemed to stop moving. He even felt like closing his eyes and just letting it end. Why did he come here? Why did he go up?

It's over... it's over...

But a few seconds passed, and Mengnaluo did not attack. He stared fixedly at his opponent, and the audience on-site also stared fixedly at the battlefield. At this moment, everyone felt that Ma Long was preparing something.

Tianjing Martial Arts had given everyone too many surprises along the way. More importantly, this was the S Tournament, this was the quarterfinal battle. Every player who could come here had a unique skill; there was not a single weakling.

Whoosh.

That feeling of numbness and powerlessness receded like a tide. Ma Long felt his body return. Under extreme tension, he broke through the limit of tension. Extremes meet; Ma Long smiled and let go. It was a loss either way, so why worry about a damn thing?

Suddenly, the Mingwang Mecha's right hand was placed on its head, and its body arched.

Mengnaluo gripped his battle axe tightly, staring at the opponent with a solemn expression. At this moment, the flames on the surface of the Mingwang Mecha were constantly fluctuating, as if brewing something. From the moment the match started, the opponent had been feigning weakness, luring him in, using every possible means. There must be an ambush. Mengnaluo did not dare to act rashly. With a low roar, flames enveloped the entire Deep Sea mecha. Flowing Heart Martial Arts instantly elevated, fully concentrating on feeling everything around him.

No killing intent...

What does he want to do?

What kind of conspiracy is it?

At this moment, the Mingwang Mecha suddenly opened its arms to the sky and shook violently. The red flames suddenly flashed, and the Deep Sea mecha opposite immediately assumed a defensive posture.

Ma Long, who didn't even know what he was doing himself, had his brain become even crazier under the intense stimulation. Plus, the opponent's lack of reaction was the best reaction to himself!

Should I play something ruthless?

Giao!

Playing normally, he definitely couldn't win. Ma Long suddenly put away the Golden Zone; his little tricks were useless. The Mingwang Mecha did not eject its Titanium Blade either, and just walked straight toward the Deep Sea mecha like that.

Just like strolling in the Kepler Jungle.

Everything was within Mengnaluo's insight. Killing intent, not a shred of killing intent, no flaws at all!!!

Mengnaluo suddenly felt a chill. Why? Was this Li Mo targeting him?

It was like this back in Tianqi. No matter how others hid their abilities and techniques, they would be seen through by him at a glance, and then he would create a situation that made them sick to death, destroying them from body to mind.

Guma was just taken out like this earlier. Until the end, he didn't know how he lost. Clearly, the opponent's Golden Zone was a level weaker, and now it was happening again. This one looked even weaker than Zuo Xiaotang, but why were there no flaws???

Had the killing intent been hidden to the point of returning to simplicity???

Ma Long walked toward the opponent unhurriedly, with a smile on his face, his pupils returning to black.

At this moment, the camera turned to Ma Long, and everyone on-site was stunned. In this kind of confrontation, he didn't even light up the Golden Zone?

Is this courting death, or is he not treating his opponent as a human?

Could it be that the biggest boss of the entire Tianjing Martial Arts is the Substitute, Ma Long?

A super powerhouse with rare Healing Ability?

Ma Long decided to walk until the end. This was his final stage. It felt as if it was no longer a battlefield, but the scene of the Tianjing school evening party. At that time, he walked with confident steps, a proud son of heaven, infinitely glorious...

The steps must be cool, the rhythm must be handsome!

The distance closed bit by bit. Mengnaluo's expression became uglier and uglier. The opponent's swaying made him confused; it was a pace he had never seen before.

He couldn't just sit and wait for death. The Electromagnetic Gravity Cannon had already condensed, and the battle axe was gripped tight. His shoulders swayed. The entire set of movements appeared in Mengnaluo's eyes. In an instant, a dozen breakthrough directions appeared before his eyes. He had caught it.

Boom.

The Gravity Electromagnetic Cannon fired. As long as he could pin Ma Long down, the initiative would be his.

However, the Mingwang Mecha didn't care at all. The mecha just swayed and suddenly turned its head, not even looking at the opponent. The electromagnetic cannon missed completely, veering off quite ridiculously...

Mengnaluo's heart tightened. It was bad; he had predicted his prediction, and even turned his head to mock him!!!

Calm down, calm down!

This was definitely Li Mo's ultimate weapon, hidden until this moment just to deal with him, just like how Zuo Xiaotang dealt with Guma.

It must be a big move. Life and death were in an instant. The mecha gripped the battle axe tightly, the force so great that it made a creaking sound. The energy surged into the battle axe, reacting with the K23 Element, making the axe hum.

Why hasn't the opponent drawn his sword yet?

Ma Long didn't know what was wrong with his opponent either, but the two sides were only twenty-some meters apart. This was already his optimal firepower distance; the four-mounted laser cannons could unleash a combo attack.

Should I attack or not?

In an instant, Ma Laoshi sobered up. Holy crap.

Fight!

Suddenly, with a somewhat hoarse, wild roar, Ma Long went berserk; intense white light erupted from the Mingwang Mecha, like a Small Sun, and at the same time, the four rack-mounted laser cannons aimed at the Deep Sea's Cockpit and began a frantic barrage.

The moment the fire started, it nearly stunned Mengnaluo. What is this?

The blinding light was instantaneous; originally, this ability was completely under control, and as long as one guarded against it, it was useless, but Mengnaluo had thought too much in that instant and simply forgot about this, his mind entirely occupied with calculating schemes; in a violent daze, he completely lost his vision, yet still relied on his instinctive sense of crisis to make a judgment and threw his own battle axe with all his might.

Secret Martial Arts Flow—Fierce Rotation Hand Axe!

Under the augmentation of Mengnaluo's ability, the battle axe struck toward the Mingwang Mecha like a cannonball; Ma Long did not dodge at all, thinking of nothing, caring for nothing, just attacking Mengnaluo fiercely.

The next second, Mengnaluo regretted it; he only needed to lift his Titanium Shield, so why did he throw the battle axe?