"Now is the time!"

Boom!

While reminiscing on the battlefield, resting the weapon on the shoulder, locking onto the opponent for an instant, Heinous surged with the Light Shield against the wind and leaped forward, the sword rising and falling with a swoosh in a smooth chop. The speed was so fast, and the motion so fluid, it could be likened to flowing clouds and streaming water, free from any drag or delay.

The chubby fighter's attack had not yet launched, and he was somewhat stunned... That's it...?

No, the opponent must have a backup plan; this must be a trap she set for herself.

Zhang Xiaobo decided to play it safe, stabilize his position, steady the situation, and seek victory from stability.

Assembly 9th Generation feinted with a step and followed it with a somersault, executing a Rank 2 spin to dodge the direct stab of the light sword, then swung a Shield Strike with the elbow in a swift and natural lightning motion, thundering against the side of Savior's body.

Turns out it was an agile fatty.

However, Heinous, instead of retreating from the heavy blow, advanced even as the mech, off balance, swung the sword for another horizontal slash.

"Hey girl, you trying to duel to the death with fatty? But, your speed is too slow," seeing this, the chubby fighter kicked towards the hilt of the light sword. His later move came first, as if fast-forwarded twice or thrice. His hand speed explosively escalated to 800 cards.

Who the hell could dodge that? Keep in mind, the higher the hand speed, the more obvious the stacking effect becomes. Heinous hasn't reached even half of the chubby fighter's hand speed, leaving her no time to react.

But, Heinous did it, as if she had anticipated this move, her weapon miraculously slipped from her grasp, flying into the void. The result was that the chubby fighter's kick did not knock the weapon away but instead struck the hilt. The rotating hilt, leveraged, fell directly towards Assembly 9th Generation, as if he was hitting himself.

But who is this chubby pilot? Capable of predicting subsequent changes in any action taken by his mecha. Although he did not expect this move from his opponent, his strength allowed him to make a barely sufficient correction. As his leg struck out, his knee followed with a fierce upward smash.

Zap and crackle... Sparks flew upon contact, and he forcefully knocked the light sword back.

Heinous hadn't realized it before, but his Petal Instant Kill had somehow managed to produce such a bizarre effect by coincidence. Taking advantage of your illness to claim your life, he caught the light sword that came with the wind and followed with several cross slashes.

Assembly 9th Generation's body became weightless as it forcibly drew out the Titanium Alloy knife to perform a sweeping strike to break free. Clang! With the clash of weapons, the chubby fighter's mech instantly lost balance.

However, it was worse for Heinous. How could she withstand the backlash of the sweeping blow, suddenly staggering and retreating far back?

But, Petal Instant Kill was executed with the principle of advance without retreat, attack with no defense, and continuous slashing. Heinous only stiffened for a moment before jet engines blasted for a second failure to soar. Hiss, hiss, hiss... In the void, numerous sword light traces scattered, exceptionally brilliant.

The chubby fighter was just regaining his lost balance. His opponent's attack was not to be underestimated, and he wanted to go on the offensive. After all, for a burst-type warrior, if the opponent fails to surpass oneself in the attack, they are considered done for.

But, he still decided to play it safe, definitely the last probe.

So, the chubby fighter started dodging...

His figure turning, rocking left and right, jumping up and down—if you slash right, I'll dodge left; if you cut left, I'll dodge right; if you stab in the middle, I'll block and retreat with a feint.

I dodge, I dodge, and I dodge again, dodging until you cry.

At that moment, Heinous wielded her attack exceptionally gorgeous, humming and buzzing... Sword light filled the void, the weapon whipping crazily around her like radiant long whips. Under Maximal Outbreak, her hand speed broke through 400!

My God, 400? A hand speed of 400 is the standard for Red Cloak pilots to reach. Of course, the true hand speed is unknown, the system only provides average data.

With a series of metallic echoes, at each crisp sound, the audience could glimpse momentary crosshairs in the void, overly dazzling. Truly worthy of Heinous' personal finishing move, indeed gorgeous, sharp, powerful, and awesome. Unfortunately, it never hit its target.

Zhang Xiaobo, hopping up and down like a flea, seemed quite strained in defense.

The distance between the two was closing rapidly, with absolute suppression visible to the naked eye, no blind spots, no gaps whatsoever.

One could say that Heinous would not typically use such a terrifying ultimate skill lightly, as no one had ever forced her to resort to it. First off, she did not wish to reveal it in front of others, as ordinary people simply did not deserve to see it unleached. Moreover, she had not completely mastered it herself—it was a secret technique of the adult's heritage.

However, the strength of the chubby fighter had made her realize that without using this move, she might actually lose today. Reluctantly, she had to let her opponent meet a glorious defeat under the succession of slashing techniques.

This technique was an overclocked slashing skill that incorporated positioning. It made the opponent's situation extremely uncomfortable and also reduced their movement space increasingly under her blockade, until they were crushed.

Initially, the chubby fighter appeared to dodge effortlessly, but with the appearance of the ninth slash, even he was slightly pushed back by Heinous's relentless momentum.

Heinous's attack showed no sign of ending, coming wave upon wave, like a river's water unleashed and uncontrollable.

With the eleventh sword strike, the chubby fighter was retreating more and more... To create distance, he quickly jumped back.

But who would have thought that in the moment of his backward jump, Heinous had already calculated his next move and surged forward in a sprint directly towards the cockpit.

The chubby fighter's pupils constricted and dilated as he raised his blade to block and shut out the intruder with a clang, followed by a stagger from the inertia...

Yet Heinous's continuous onslaught carried on, the thirteenth sword, Petal Instant Kill!

At this point, the chubby fighter had no defense left, no retreat, on the verge of collapsing.

Damn it, he only wanted to probe, but who knew the opponent would come at him as if aiming for his life? Since he couldn't defend, he thought, let's face it head-on. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?

With a furious slash that could cleave through armies, the chubby fighter cursed: "Fuck off."

Whish! With the silver light flashing and gone in an instant, the scene of Heinous's attack froze during the start-up of the thirteenth sword strike, and then the mecha froze, splitting in two.

With a loud bang... the battle was over.

The winner, Memory of the Battlefield.

The twist in the fight caused all the spectators to stand up, creating an uproar. What the hell just happened? The chubby fighter was just on the brink, looking half-dead, about to lose, how could his opponent lose in an instant?

Heinous wore an expression of astonishment on her face. She had no idea what had transpired. The fight had ended just like that, an emotion akin to being interrupted just before climaxing. Why, oh why?

Wanting to pinpoint the cause, Heinous had no intention of logging out. So, she, along with millions of spectators present, witnessed that bizarre and unbelievable single strike.

Nobody knew what got into the chubby fighter; right when he was about to lose, he swung a horizontal slash out of nowhere at a speed many times faster than his own... and then there was no after that.

The face-slap indeed hurt quite a bit. Money was not the issue; the issue was losing face, especially after challenging someone and then losing to them. This...

Forgetting those thoughts, as he watched a trove of Gold Coins being deposited into his account, the chubby fighter was briefly stunned. Ten million, just like that in his hands, money he could never earn even after many years in the military. Hmm, it seems all those years fighting in the National Defense War haven't been in vain.

Quickly snapping back to reality, he opened the communicator like a mad dog and roared at Sinful Hall: "Come on, continue, I accept your Sinful Hall's challenge."

The sight of him gloating with exaggerated body language left the audience dumbstruck... No way, after winning ten million he still wants to fight!?

The chubby fighter's sharp challenge made Heinous's pretty face burn red; her cherry lips turned purple from biting, and she remained silent for several breaths, not responding at all.

10 million might not be a lot, but it wasn't little either. If she had lost, it would have been just a personal loss. But she stood for more than herself; she represented the entire Sinful Hall.

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