Master of Kaidan
Chapter 358: This Is How a Godly Drama Is Filmed

Chapter 358: Chapter 358: This Is How a Godly Drama Is Filmed

"I am Destiny slapping your chin,

"Give yourself a smack to your mouth,

"I am both a fly and a lowly grace,

"Collecting the dregs from the back of this world."

...

A quirky, melodious tone emitted from George Augustus’s mouth. Though playing the tough guy, and consistently evading an enemy five times his height, he remained utterly composed.

He was as agile as a bird in the rainforest, like a fly in the summer heat. The two Phantom Pains, without using area-of-effect weapons, were for the moment somewhat unable to take him down.

"Oh, this is truly thrilling— I never thought someone could hold out this long against a sixth-generation mecha! What kind of trials has Mr. Augustus undergone to gain such formidable skills? Oh, we are down to twenty seconds, nineteen, eighteen... I hope the missiles from Constantin Company truly do arrive on time!"

The commentator’s noise blared out from the devices as more and more "Identities" converged, yet Feng Xue remained unflustered, deliberately controlling his "Speed" to ensure that aside from his astonishing endurance, all his other expenditures remained within the realm of human capability.

As for endurance...

Humans have different physiques; it’s only a three-minute burst, after all. Compared to a marathon, it doesn’t seem too outrageous.

Indeed, humanity’s judgment on the limits of the human body is vague. They are shocked by actions that have exaggerated visual impact, even if those are within the reaches of human capability.

But conversely, if you hide superhuman strength in the details, people tend to overlook the abnormal aspects and feel it could indeed be something humans are capable of achieving.

Just like in the world he had traveled from, some people still believed the absurd theory that giving up an arm could enable one to single-handedly slay a tiger (old readers should remember).

However, this level of restraint finally came to an end. As the countdown approached its final seconds, a streak of light appeared in the sky above the city, deploying three parachutes and slowly descending.

"Here it comes, but this is too obvious! As expected, the two Phantom Pains gave up the chase on Mr. George, opening their ammo chambers. I bet they’re thinking, ’If we can’t shoot you with a cannon, can’t we shoot your mecha?’ Hahaha, with the Phantom Pain’s fire control, locking on to a target like this doesn’t even take two seconds—oh, the rockets are ignited... Damn it, George jumped down! What is he doing?!"

Following the commentator’s cry of astonishment, George Augustus suddenly leapt from his hiding spot on the floorboard, precisely landing on the Phantom Pain that was mere seven or eight meters away, with its rocket bay doors already open.

The weapon had already deployed its stabilizer fins and was primed for ignition, but within less than a second, George frantically waved his hands in mid-air.

Suddenly, a mass of foam exploded, and multiple rocket streams darted towards the parachute already descending.

"What just happened? Where’s Mr. George?" Yelo, dumbfounded, switched between split screens, searching for George Augustus’s whereabouts, while Victor, who had immediately switched to slow motion for that instant, directly pulled up the main screen and said:

"On the rockets! This madman, at the moment the rockets were fired, used Foaming Gel to create a heat shield, then he hung himself on a rocket! Although it’s just a short-range rocket with a velocity of only 300 m/s, is that really something a person can cling onto and fly?"

"Fuck, he really got stuck on the missile and is about to crash!"

Within just over two seconds, the rocket had reached the parachute, and George, who was clinging to the rocket, had his face abstracted by the gale.

But even in a state where ordinary people might have started to go into shock, he suddenly moved.

A large amount of pale blue foaming material erupted from where George was clinging, a substance that could quickly create a lot of foam and then instantly solidify to secure passengers inside a vehicle, reducing impact injuries. This foam expanded rapidly in the open air, building a layer of porous yet chillingly cold soft wall that not only absorbed the momentum of the rocket with a soft collision but also caused the rudimentary propulsion system to extinguish.

Then, Mr. George’s body suddenly bounced off the missile, a move that wasn’t defying Newton’s laws but the use of an item he had used before.

"It’s the foaming gel and the buffer ball again! Oh, my God, Mr. George seems to really like these things, a few domestic chemical companies seem to owe him a big endorsement fee! Speaking of which, can the expansion force of a buffer ball really bounce a person up when they’re approaching the speed of sound?"

Yelo roared incredulously in a broken voice, while Victor, who evidently had lost the desire to think, spoke slowly, in words that contradicted his military career yet fit the game’s design:

"If this were a battlefield, I’d say no fool would dare to do such a thing, but in the game, there indeed are high-level operations using buffer balls to bounce off missiles. As for whether it can bounce someone hanging on a missile, I think we could find some professional players to test it, but not to speak of theoretical values, the fact that he could activate it at the most appropriate distance without any protection is truly outrageous!"

Regardless of how outrageous the onlookers found it, Feng Xue had indeed successfully reached the delivery missile; he didn’t even wait for the unit to fall from the hundreds of meters high in the sky but immediately reached out and pulled the lever.

A hatch door flung open, and George Augustus wormed his way into it.

"Can you really crawl into a delivery missile’s launcher like that?"

Yelo watched this scene, somewhat perplexed, while Victor also shook his head:

"In theory, yes, because sometimes the maintenance crew does need to go in for operations, but the problem is, in such a shaky state, it’s possible at any moment... there it goes!"

As Victor’s tone suddenly changed, another few dozen rockets reached the delivery section.

This time, however, they did not target the delivery unit itself but aimed at the parachute above.

Almost instantly, the three-layered parachute was shredded, with flames and explosions becoming the delivery unit’s new parachute canopy.

The huge mechanical body plummeted from the sky, the mere two seconds before it hit the ground enough to convey the potential impact at the moment of the fall.

"It’s over, falling like this, unless he can reboot the shock absorption system within these two seconds, otherwise..."

Victor shook his head with an almost conclusive tone, but Yelo, who had been consistently pessimistic, this time patted his shoulder and gestured him to look at the screen.

As both men watched with eyes wide open, the four nozzles below the delivery unit suddenly ignited.

The originally rapid fall halted abruptly just twenty meters above the ground, and subsequently, the whole delivery unit shattered like scattering cherry blossoms, and a giant over ten meters tall, from twenty meters in the air, landed smoothly.