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Chapter 365: Promotion in Desperation (Long - Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 365: Chapter 365: Promotion in Desperation (Long Chapter Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

The wristband vibrated, signaling a low battery warning from the flying machine behind him, with the battery level already below 20%.

Such civilian devices were cheap, designed without much consideration for environment or endurance, and the series of difficult maneuvers He Ao had executed were very power-intensive.

He Ao ignored the low battery warning and instantly maxed out the power output, leaving his original position.

A gleaming laser streaked past him, tracing a bright trajectory in the night sky.

He Ao’s movements did not stop but continued fluidly.

Several more laser cannons zipped past him, barely missing.

These laser cannons were automated in targeting and came with trajectory prediction, any hesitation or being predicted would result in being hit.

With Yvo in tow, He Ao couldn’t afford to be hit by even one blast from the laser cannon, for even if he were lucky enough to survive, Yvo’s chances were slim.

He pushed his speed to the maximum, the howling wind whipped across his cheeks, scattering his hair, and the sound of the wind roared in his ears.

This time, he was without the two mechas belonging to Vinc as allies, nor did he have the assistance of the four brothers’ mechas.

The City Defense Army outside, having had one experience, was clearly more cautious, quickly changing their formation.

Each mecha was equipped with many small mechas or Dragon Cavalry Fighters, with the nine mechas forming two circles, four inside and five outside, surrounding him in mutual support.

Their movements were slower, and their encirclement was tighter—the entire encirclement formed a three-dimensional double-ring.

He Ao estimated that if he was restrained at one spot for over three seconds, nearby mechas and fighters would swiftly come to aid, trapping him inside.

The lead Blazing Angel Mech continued to broadcast its message of surrender, while people poked their heads out of buildings below, observing the battle in the sky.

Some people picked up recording devices, beginning to shoot videos—such a ’big scene’ was even more thrilling than some holographic blockbuster movies.

But soon, soldiers from the City Defense Army’s outer perimeter arrived at their doors, demanding they shut off the equipment.

Meanwhile, a massive crowd was running out from the headquarters of the Ice Wolf Gang, which was the closest building to the ’aerial battlefield.’

He Ao glanced around and took a deep breath.

The mechas around were closing in. To his right, there seemed to be fewer small mechas around one of them, and its charge was further ahead, slightly pulling away from the main group.

It looked like a possible breach point, but He Ao dimly remembered that during the first wave of encirclement, this particular mecha demonstrated the most refined operations.

The pilot controlling this mecha was not weak.

And although it seemed to be far from the other mechas, the distance wasn’t significant. Moreover, it was slightly slower, which meant that other mechas could catch up at any moment.

It was a trap.

He Ao took a deep breath, pivoted direction, and bolted toward the mecha that had shown a flaw.

Seeing He Ao’s action, a man looking like an officer standing in the command room had his lips curl, opened the communicator, and coldly said, "Kill him."

Then, he pushed the joystick, switching the mecha’s main laser cannon to full manual control, and raised it.

The surrounding mechas silently adjusted their direction, ready to swarm He Ao if he entered the right distance.

The pilot who had exposed the flaw was Rock City’s best ace pilot—if He Ao approached, even if he realized it immediately, he would be instantly entangled, and once all the mechas converged, He Ao would undoubtedly die.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, the moment He Ao was about to enter the effective range of that mecha’s attack, he twisted his body and charged toward another mecha beside it.

Everyone’s attention was on the mecha that had set the trap, and for a moment, they didn’t react.

In that brief time difference, He Ao had already reached his targeted mecha.

The pilot of that mecha was not slow; he instantly fired the mecha’s small cannon and lifted the huge sword in his hand, slashing down at He Ao.

But He Ao was faster.

He had already destroyed a Blazing Angel Mech once—it was a familiar task.

Moving rapidly, he blinked to the mecha’s shoulder joint, the red short sword piercing into the arm connection of the mecha; the flight machinery on his back spewed out raging flames, and with a dazzling burst of fire, He Ao circled the mecha’s shoulder joint, forcibly tearing off the mecha’s arm.

And that arm was still clutching a giant sword, He Ao pushed the hilt into the metal arm as a pivot, and swung the powerful mechanical arm up, tearing off the connecting wires still attached to the mecha’s body.

Was this strength that a human could possess?

Everyone looked up at the figure in the sky, holding a mechanical arm dozens of times larger than his own body, like a mortal wielding Divine Power.

The mecha, whose arm He Ao had ripped off, quickly reacted, its other fist smashing toward him while the laser cannon muzzle pointed at He Ao.

But He Ao was one step ahead, swinging the severed mechanical arm and the giant sword held by the arm, chopping down in one swift motion.

The mecha’s action was incomplete as it was split in two and fell from the sky.

A blinding explosion of flames erupted.

After executing that action, He Ao didn’t even look back at the explosion, instead, he threw the severed arm out, blocking some small mechas coming at him and clearing a path.

He immediately prepared to break away through this path, but having moved less than ten meters, a massive sword light grazed his body and slashed downward from above.

The giant sword struck down before him, and had he been any faster, he would’ve been cleaved in two by it.

He Ao looked up; it was that bait mecha—he had caught up.

Although He Ao had successfully defeated the other mecha, he had spent too much time, giving the other mechas a chance to catch up.

With the lesson learned, the mechas now had their guards up, safeguarding with the giant sword in front and wary of He Ao getting close.

And the rest of the mechas were approaching at full speed.

Retreat meant certain death; advance offered a glimmer of hope.

Without a moment’s hesitation, He Ao burst forward, charging at the mecha blocking his path. The mecha swiftly parried in defense.

It was at this moment that He Ao suddenly spun around, reversed the thrust of the flight machinery’s nozzle, gained an extra burst of speed, and then, during the moment of altered velocity, he directed the nozzle outward, applying a force toward the mecha in front of him.

The force wasn’t strong, but it provided just enough centripetal force to maintain the change in speed’s direction.

He Ao’s body arced beautifully, skimming past the attack range of the mecha in front, bypassing its interception.

"This maneuver is pretty good."

Inside the officer’s mecha, which was the furthest away, an electronic aiming reticle materialized in front of the officer. He smiled as he adjusted the range of the reticle.

A dazzling laser burst forth in an instant, passing through mecha after mecha in flight, grazing the chasm between the head and shoulders of the furthest mecha, intersecting with the beautiful arc in the sky.

In that instant, He Ao violently twisted his body to change direction, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike, but the intense laser still devoured the left wing of the flight machinery like floodwaters engulfing silt.

He Ao lost balance in an instant, tumbling down like a falling rock, his trajectory no longer unpredictable; countless laser cannons targeted his body.

In the split second when the gleaming lasers unleashed.

Within the gathering swarm of small mecha, suddenly one reached out an arm and pushed He Ao to the side.

It was the mecha of the middle-aged man who gave He Ao the flight machinery.

He had been using the standard mech of the City Defense Army, blending in with them amidst the chaos.

Had he not made a move, he might have been able to slip through unnoticed and escape this place.

But he reached out and gave He Ao a shove.

The dazzling barrage of laser cannons instantly penetrated the small mech, the explosion scattering flames and ejecting shards of significant size.

He Ao watched as the mech in front of him was destroyed.

Eve quickly adjusted the output data, regaining the balance of the flight machinery in a fraction of time.

The bracelet vibrated, indicating that the flight machinery’s battery life was at 10%.

He Ao looked up at the distant officer’s mecha, which had put down the laser cannon; he could feel that the opponent was smiling at him.

It was the arrogant and mocking laughter of the strong to the weak.

In that moment, the surrounding mecha closed in again, blocking the skies, truly sealing all of He Ao’s paths of escape.

They observed He Ao as if watching prey in a cage awaiting execution.

Giant swords swung his way, and He Ao weaved through the gaps, holding his sword in a reverse grip with his left hand, peeling open his frayed overcoat, pinching a silver vial at his waist with his index finger and thumb, yanking it out.

A giant sword came slashing horizontally; He Ao tilted his head back, facing the sky.

He brought the silver vial to his lips, clamped down on the oddly fragrant cork, and with a downward pull, plucked the cork from the vial.

The liquid shimmering with a red glow and exuding a mesmerizing fragrance, He Ao spit out the cork and brought the vial to his lips.

He spun in midair, evading the cleaving giant sword; the fiery red liquid plunged down his throat.

[Talent Sequence 98: Warrior]

[Promotion Ceremony: Ingest Secret Medicine when facing encirclement by at least three D-level opponents and in a desperate situation]

The agony from his soul was almost enough to rend it apart.

But amidst the terrifying despair and pressure, He Ao kept his sanity.

He gritted his teeth and didn’t make a sound.

The searing power, akin to flames, flowed into his body, guided by him, and circulated through his body along the pathways of Martial Arts.

The intense pain stimulated every inch of his muscles, remolding his body.

While bearing this painful stimulus, he had to split his attention to dodge the attacks coming his way.

His body became heavier, reactions slower, yet his mind grew stronger.

As his reaction time slowed, his movements to evade became increasingly sluggish.

Several times, it was only Eve’s control of the flight machinery executing automatic evasions that narrowly saved him from the brink of death.

But the mecha surrounding him closed in tighter and tighter.

Eventually, they cut off all of He Ao’s routes of retreat.

If not for the risk of friendly fire at such close range, which prohibited reckless firing, He Ao would likely have been scorched by the laser cannons long ago.

Piercing beeps of alarm came from the bracelet—a warning from Eve that the automatic evasion system could no longer calculate a position for evasion.

It was the last, inescapable moment.

He Ao’s hands, now slow to respond, twitched slightly, opening slowly, bit by bit, until fully extended.

The hilt of the sword he could no longer grip was about to fall.

Bang—

The next second, it was grasped firmly.