Chapter 420: Dual Blade Style

The entire arena was deathly silent; in a mecha pilot battle, these were incredible details of attack—threat, disassembly, and counterattack, a trinity of moves, yet executed in the manner of a Flash Strike.

The scene erupted completely; this is the War God of Tianjing Martial Arts, Puppet Li Hao. From the perspective of Ancient Martial Arts, this has already reached the realm of a master.

"Still the familiar flavor, despair. If I were Basta, I would have been finished by that strike just now."

"Forget it, why would it take so much effort to beat you? You can't even make Brother Li excited."

"Terrifying. To integrate such movements into a mecha and still have it be so flowing and smooth—just watching it is suffocating."

"Art. Damn it, five years later, Li Mo is still Li Mo. It's too damn despair-inducing. You can't compare technique with him; you have to use Great Annihilation to destroy him!"

"It's just one blade, why act so arrogant? Didn't he get hit and sent flying just a moment ago? Right now, it's just a draw."

At the emergency center, the nanobot repair surgery had already been completed. Wuzang, inside a giant nutrient tank, had blood-red eyes. The blade strike playing on the screen directly in front of him was deeply shocking and also made him feel immense yearning.

The live broadcast room was also exploding; fans supporting Puppet and fans supporting the Wolf King collided like nuclear bombs, both sides standing firm, a life-or-death struggle.

Kuangwu Daren's eyes were bloodshot, his expression extremely agitated, yet his voice was steady. "Everyone, I am an outer disciple of an Ancient Martial Family, the good-for-nothing kind, but after years of following my sect and learning, I've cultivated a bit of insight. This blade strike couldn't be performed without twenty years of effort, and to see it integrated into a mecha is a first. This is art."

The fiery Huonan couldn't stay fired up; he was best at being unreasonable, but... this blade strike was too damn beautiful. How could anyone deliver such an attack with such ease, and still have so much damn room to spare?

You can't compare technique with him, absolutely not. You still have to use Flowing Heart Martial Arts to clear the way and find an opportunity to unleash your specialty. It's fortunate that this is the era of the Golden Zone; if this guy had appeared a year earlier, would there even be a way to live?

Su Yu nudged Arths, "They all seem to be very in awe of that person of yours."

Arths's lips curled into a confident smile, "Of course, he is the one I chose."

Su Yu rolled her eyes; she was also a glutton for punishment, delivering herself to be abused. However, this Li Hao really looked a bit unusual—weak when facing the weak, strong only when facing the strong; he was also a monster.

Li Hao was very patient; he still had to thank Ma Laoshi. In any case, a team battle was definitely going to happen, allowing him to relax and enjoy himself. Only then could he properly handle Basta and dig out all of his potential.

Basta piloted the Underworld Fire Fighter back to the battlefield, not in the slightest bit anxious. He could feel it; he also didn't care about the outcome of this match, but rather wanted to unleash the five years of waiting he had endured. Why hadn't he become the leader of the Martians in Tianqi? Why hadn't he formed his own team like the Hunter and the Shadow Scout? It wasn't that he didn't want to; his original intention was exactly that—to arm-wrestle with Nangong Yuhang and Xilian. At first, everything had been smooth sailing and glorious, until a training match against Li Hao, where he was directly defeated and fell into a coma for three days.

Thinking about it now, it feels like it was just yesterday.

Every step of the Underworld Fire Fighter was steady, and with every step, the purple flames exploded. Flowers of purple flame also appeared in the sky, and the entire Underworld Fire Fighter was shrouded in needle-like purple flames.

To defeat Li Hao, strength, technique, ability, and the determination to find life in the face of death—not one could be missing. Every Tianqi Human knew this.

Clang.

The Underworld Fire Fighter's left hand reached out, and another Underworld Blade popped out. The two Underworld Blades crossed, and the purple flames extended, "Secret Martial Sect, Dual Blade Style!"

Li Hao's Blood Moon went horizontal, "Come!"

Boom.

The Underworld Fire Fighter ejected and attacked, purple flames steaming. A giant Demon Dragon image appeared. Bang—accompanied by the shattering of the ground, the Underworld Fire Fighter instantly arrived in front of the Black Night Saber. The two Underworld Blades struck directly at the center, the Blood Moon blocked, and the Underworld Blades crazily crossed and slashed. The two Underworld Blades attacked the Black Night Fighter like a gale and rain. The sharp blade technique forced the Black Night Fighter to retreat step by step. The Blood Moon's counterattacks were also easily defended. One blade attacking, one blade defending, offense and defense as one. The dual blade attack blotted out the sky, purple flames exploded, and the right-hand blade slashed down with a boom. The Blood Moon blocked it by a hair's breadth. Boom... the Black Night Fighter vibrated violently. The left-hand blade had already stabbed out from a strange angle. The Black Night's scabbard swayed, the block of the scabbard barely keeping up. The mecha retreated again, and accompanied by the roar of an engine, the Underworld Fire Fighter had already charged through the center, a low-kick cannon blast!

Boom.

One kick landed squarely on the Black Night Fighter. The Black Night Fighter took the hit and flew back. How could Basta let this go? The Underworld Fire Fighter followed up with a direct Flash Strike, lowered its center of gravity, and the two Underworld Blades instantly spiraled toward the Black Night Fighter. This was a spiral slash that Underworld Fire pilots all loved, but the Dual Blade Style's spiral slash was a completely different level of lethality, and Basta's low-center-of-gravity attack was a specialty of the Secret Martial Arts Flow.

Mi Wu Di Yu Xuan Xuan Gang!

The lowered center of gravity strengthened the rotation speed, making the opponent's defense even more difficult. The purple hell vortex instantly enveloped the Black Night Fighter, Dang dang dang dang dang dang...

The Titanium Blades crossed, emitting deafening collision sounds. Flames exploded, and the Black Night Fighter fell into a comprehensive passive state. The Martians at the scene were already crazy, "Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

The Black Night Fighter had no power to fight back under the Underworld Fire Fighter's crazy strikes. The Blood Moon and the scabbard could only barely defend. In the cockpit, Basta's gaze was cold. Amidst the crazy attacks, the Hei Long Dong He was integrated into them. The purple flames reflected on the battlefield. The buildings it passed were instantly torn apart by the tyrannical power ripples, torn apart like paper. Not enough, not enough, not enough, need to be stronger!

Roar.

The crazy rotation suddenly stopped. The Black Night mecha, which had been enduring the continuous wild attacks, had its movements slow down, and the completely purple Underworld Blade suddenly struck out, like the fangs of a grim reaper in a spiral hell.

Secret Martial Arts Flow—Double Dragon Awl!

The Blood Moon blocked the right-hand blade, but the scabbard couldn't keep up with the left-hand blade. The Black Night Fighter tilted back significantly and lifted off; it finally couldn't stabilize its center of gravity. Now the situation was entirely in Basta's hands.

The chance to defeat Li Mo had come!

Boom.

A purple halo instantly exploded with the Nether Fire Genesis as the axis. Demon Dragon Soul Origin State Weightlessness!

Basta's power was not to make the space enter a state of weightlessness, but to make the target object itself enter weightlessness. The Black Night Saber, which had just lifted off, instantly entered a state of misaligned force. This instantaneous change in inertia, especially at the most critical moment of breaking away from an attack, was the most dangerous, and Basta had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

The Underworld Fire Fighter rushed toward the Black Night Saber in mid-air, the two Underworld Blades' light shooting everywhere, enveloping the Black Night Fighter. Endless and unceasing!

Swish swish swish swish.

Bolts of purple lightning broke through the air, accompanied by the faint sound of thunder. With every roar, a piece of the surrounding buildings would collapse. The giant Demon Dragon light shadow showed no signs of weakening; instead, it became clearer, lifelike, roaring at all things!

This is the Wolf King Basta!

Now that he was able to use the Soul Origin State, which was already for top-tier experts, he could fully maintain the Soul Origin State to fight.

Unlike the boiling cheers of the audience at the scene, the people in the contestant area were all silent. It was clear that Basta had prepared very thoroughly, only releasing his ability at the most critical moment, playing a combination of extreme abilities, combined with the interference of the Soul Origin-level Mental Blast, and then using the Dual Blade Style to harvest.

He had completely controlled the situation... but regardless of Xilian, Maxis, or Aofei, none of them were the least bit anxious. Even the other Tianqi crowd appeared exceptionally calm, because as long as Li Mo was still that Li Mo, the moves that had appeared before his eyes, no matter how they were combined, no matter how they changed, were useless.

Even if this was an offensive level that was already a grade higher than when he defeated Aofei.

In mid-air, the purple mecha had completely controlled the situation, beating the Black Night Fighter, which was floating with its posture twisted in a very strange way, into a flustered mess—tilting its head, twisting its waist, struggling like a puppet...

A deathbed struggle, a lingering gasp!

All the Martians were clenching their fists tightly. Whether at the scene, or at major military academies on Mars, or in countless streets and squares, Martians stopped to watch their hero occupy the upper hand. They were also roaring and cheering.

Basta's blade speed was getting faster and faster. The left hand was a forward grip, and the right hand suddenly changed to a reverse grip. Secret Martial Dual Blade Style—Reversing the Universe!

Swish swish swish.

Purple blade light exploded. The Black Night Fighter, which had needed the Blood Moon to defend at the beginning, completely let go. The mecha continuously twisted and danced in the void, as if it were not fighting, but a puppet strolling in space.

Void Puppet Sway!

Time seemed to disappear. In the blink of an eye, over a hundred blades missed. Bang.

The Black Night Fighter was gone. The next second, Basta's whole body convulsed, his dual blades reversed, and he blocked the Black Night Long Blade of the Black Night Fighter by a hair's breadth.

Following closely, a huge force struck. The Black Night Saber performed a sweeping strike plus a spinning sweep kick. The Underworld Fire Fighter flew out with a boom, crashing into a building, disappearing into the depths amidst rolling roars.

Rumbling.

Three consecutive buildings collapsed, the sky shook and the earth moved, and rubble filled the air.

The boiling Martians at the scene suddenly quieted down. The Black Night Saber hovered in the air, golden light shining on the battlefield.

For a moment, everyone was somewhat stunned; what was this?

Just one year ago, this person before them and his team were still nobodies!

The director immediately provided a slow-motion replay; Basta's Dual Blade Style could be called the most ferocious attack in the S Tournament, pushing the Underworld Blade's rapid-slashing attack speed to the limit. Yet, in slow motion, all the spectators discovered that the rhythm of Nether Fire Genesis's left and right hands was different. The two blade techniques were precisely the Secret Martial Sect's most signature ones—the Mad Blade and the Heavy Blade. One was fast and treacherous, the other was upright and heavy. Two types of blade techniques, two types of rhythms, were actually mysteriously fused into one person. Even when discussed in terms of ancient martial arts, this was peak blade technique. Combined with the Weightlessness ability, was this really something a Human could dodge?

They could not dodge it; the movement methods of Humans were fundamentally unable to evade it. But the evasion method used by the Night Fighter was based on the top-tier Weightless Sway of space warriors, an inconceivable reverse-thinking twist... an indescribable movement of variable frequency, variable rhythm, and variable direction...

Every frame, every movement, was like a Puppet dancing alone in the boundless space.

The entire world watched the solo dance of the Night Fighter in silence.