It can be said that when a person's emotions run wild, their operation of the mecha often leads to technical errors due to their emotional state. However, for a top-tier warrior like Shabak, such situations are non-existent, impossible to occur—in contrast, when facing equals, especially those who appear on the surface to be evenly matched, greater attention is paid.

When a warrior goes all out in a do-or-die gamble, one can never guess what kind of moves the opponent will use in battle. It might be a relentless, hard exchange that cuts to the bone, or a choice to self-destruct while in your grasp, or even a likely event where one is willing to sacrifice their life to deal a heavy blow to the enemy. These all belong to the unpredictability of real combat and have little to do with strength. So unfortunate are those that even a Red Cloak pilot in battle might be killed by a stray bullet from nowhere.

In the blink of an eye, Shabak had already killed his way to Kexiao's front. If it could be said that the opponent's strength was astonishing, and even he, running on borrowed life force, would have a hard time winning, then Shabak would necessarily have to switch his approach, to overcome the opponent with skill.

Perhaps such calculations were normally hard for him, but now, his perception, insight, and coordination of movements were all different from before. This was a berserk state bought with the price of his life.

Then one saw the Abyss Gundam's descending diagonal stroke brought forth a chilling, tearing sound through the air. In that moment, the Savior immediately rotated, and while rotating, counter-struck with a slash, tearing through the wind. He had not failed to notice that Shabak's attack patterns had changed.

However, the counterattack was of no use. The strike was merely a feint by Shabak, who, while charging forward, suddenly spurred his engines, making frequency-changing turns midway that adeptly evaded Kexiao's reach, spinning like a top, and abruptly launching a Whirlwind Slash aimed at cutting him in two.

Kexiao, though seemingly passive, kept turning the Silver Spear to meet the attack with the shaft of his weapon. With a clang, he instantly dissolved the Whirlwind Slash... Under the reactive force, the Silver Spear turned again and was directly taken up by Kexiao, who stepped forward and launched the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Spear, its frequency like bullets momentarily forced Shabak onto the defensive.

Suddenly, Shabak's eyes narrowed with determination, as if deciding to make a hard exchange with Kexiao, recklessly rushing forward and throwing out a Wind Assault Thrust.

As the saying goes, "an inch longer is an inch stronger." At this time, Shabak was completely suppressed, but he'd rather have the spear pierce into his mecha to kill his enemy. The straight thrust, mingled with a chilling wind, pounced straight at Kexiao.

Kexiao's eyes suddenly widened. This was a suicidal move, injuring the enemy at great personal cost, while Shabak cleverly avoided the vital areas of his machine. Kexiao wouldn't be foolish enough to make a hard exchange. His engines thundered, and the Savior immediately took off from the ground.

"Going somewhere?" Shabak's momentum did not decrease. He stepped out and had already input the commands for the next set of maneuvers in advance. Leaping forward, he launched a Rising Dragon Strike, with the blade's glow extending from below and carrying his whole body off the ground.

Kexiao hung in the air, reversing the spear with lightning speed. This counter spear attack was quick, accurate, and ruthless—heading straight for the Abyss's observation equipment. At the same time, the engines fired consecutively; he twisted his body and, in a move that was late yet came first, landed a precise kick on the Rising Dragon blade's spine.

Shabak's body immediately lost balance, but his reaction was not slow, striking down a second time with added force.

Boom, boom! Both mechas hit the ground simultaneously, and amidst the rolling clouds of dust, the Abyss once again initiated a deadly restraint on the Savior.

Clang, clang, clang... The continuous collisions went on and on, the crisp sounds of metal echoed everywhere. At that moment, even Kexiao's impeccable defense was completely suppressed by Shabak's rampant attacks, being driven back step by step...

Facing an all-out frenzied attacker, let alone Kexiao, no one could guarantee they could withstand a direct hard block.

Shabak wore a smile at the corner of his mouth, but it was a cold sneer, mocking, "What's the matter, our little prince? Keep attacking, where did that spirit from your counterattack go?"

Kexiao's gaze remained cool. Unperturbed, he passively endured Shabak's tempestuous and thunderous assault with an unchanged expression. Although his breathing had quickened since the start of the fight, there were no other changes.

As if suddenly remembering something, Shabak said, "Oh, that's right, I remember your grandiose remarks on the eve of the tournament. You publicly expressed your hope to challenge the Revenge Shadow Rider and proclaimed that you could defeat him. From my perspective, your current state is just as expected. Are you even qualified to challenge the Revenge Shadow Rider?"

Shabak kept putting pressure on Kexiao, but no sooner had the words fallen than his originally oppressive movement came to an abrupt halt following Kexiao's probing spear thrust.

This strike seemed fast yet not fast, it didn't feel very quick, but Shabak just couldn't make a cut, and his brewing offensive was forcefully interrupted by the spear, or perhaps the speartip's speed had already reached its extreme, so fast that the subconscious thought it could keep up, but in reality, the body's movements simply couldn't respond in time.

Kexiao finally responded, as if the matter between him and Feng Yi was laid out on the table, he said with an unpleasant mood, "Are you done talking?"

Shabak was stunned, unable to understand why Kexiao, who clearly could counterattack, kept choosing to defend, "You, why didn't you counterattack just now?"

"It was just a probe. You've really disappointed me. With your current level, you're still unable to force me to counterattack."

Why... why is this? Shabak's soul was struck hard once more, he hesitated for several seconds, just standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do... Of course, at this moment Shabak did not realize that the effects of the drugs in his system were rapidly fading. Often, the earlier strikes were more effective and once that stage passed, the strength and reaction could not match what it was at the beginning.

Originally, he had prepared the script, prepared every argument. In fact, a lot of it had been simulated in his mind, he didn't know how many times he had gone through it, once, twice, a hundred times, two hundred, or even more, he couldn't remember.

Shabak believed that one day, he would stand on the world stage and completely destroy Kexiao, tear him to shreds. Sometimes, making a person live is far more painful than letting them die, he wanted Kexiao to pay back twofold. Only to startlingly discover that in the end, he himself was the clown.

Yes, indeed he was rehearsing, and people were watching the play, where he was nothing more than the clown in the show.

Another barely perceptible sigh came through the speakers! "Kexiao, don't you think you're being too harsh?"

"To be frank, it's not a matter of being harsh or not," Kexiao's voice was exceptionally calm, "Turn back now, you're not my match yet."

"Hmph, such an arrogant person," Shabak seemed to come to grips with reality, his tone of voice changed as he openly admitted, "I can't deny it, I admit I'm not your match. There, are you satisfied now?"

Proudly, the Savior turned its head away, not even willing to answer the same question a second time, after all, he had said long ago that he never considered Shabak a rival.

Bang! Bang...

Shabak could hear his own heartbeat furiously accelerating, he nearly forced the words out through clenched teeth, "That's why I say you're more hateful than anyone else. Well, whatever, haha, hahaha..."

Facing such an unfavorable situation, Shabak laughed hysterically, contrary to his usual demeanor.

My God, what happened to this man, why has another one gone crazy? The current situation was very disadvantageous for him, yet there he was laughing, and the audience outside the field immediately began to discuss Shabak's glaringly unusual behavior.

Without keeping anyone waiting even a moment longer, with a screech, the heavy launcher carried on the back of Abyss Gundam split open its safety device—a missile about three meters tall was revealed.

"Kexiao, join me in hell, and to all the audience members outside, thank you for enjoying this not-so-pleasurable program. But it was fascinating, wasn't it?" While speaking, Shabak actually bowed deeply toward the inside and outside of the field with polite etiquette as a gentleman, then swiftly proceeded to activate the nuclear bomb countdown mechanism.

Instant chaos erupted both inside and outside the arena; no one could fail to understand the implication behind his words.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.