Just like that, the 55 flaming squad members, one might say, went mad, launching an assault against Hugo like rabid dogs...

With the intimidation of heavy arms, even the splash damage was unbearable if he didn't hit. Hugo found himself forced to flee. He didn't have a moment to breathe. Boom!... Another electromagnetic explosion went off. Despite Hugo shifting 40 meters to the side in time, part of his mecha's armor was still blasted off.

At this moment, Hugo had to use all his efforts to dodge. Upon finding that mere evasion couldn't shake off his pursuers in a short amount of time, he was ready to face them. He wasn't afraid of a face off, the problem was that the open space lacked cover, and facing a few dozen enemies at once meant that he had to prioritize keeping himself in an advantageous condition.

Spit! If he couldn't run, then he might as well pull a reckless counterattack. Hugo suddenly came to a halt, then he spun around 180 degrees and shot a quick burst, shifting his mecha horizontally at the same time.

Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech... All four laser beams hit the mark. Crude as they were, the flames had no clue he'd outsmart them, using the same dirty tactics they used.

Feng Yi slapped his forehead with an "it's over" expression on his face. Darn it, they shouldn't be rushing up so recklessly. Considering that they were elite Red Cloaks, were there many men like them among billions? Frankly, Feng Yi didn't feel he would win against more than two Red Cloaks, even if the performance of his mecha was restrained. It wasn't a situation where simply having a numerical advantage led to an easy victory.

The lead wolf was taken by surprise and suddenly lost four men. He wasn't bothered about losing face but this was too much. Looking at the corpses of his comrades, he managed to utter four difficult words through his communicator, "The third plan."

"Boss, wasn't it repeatedly instructed by the big boss not to reveal our trump card so casually?"

"We're all about to die, to hell with the fucking instructions. The honor of the Flames can't be ruined under our watch. Brothers, attack!"

With the alpha's roar, the team scattered instantly and set up a fan shaped suppression. Hugo's pressure became chaotic with the 360-degree suppression. Explosions one after the other quickly engulfed him.

This kind of attack wouldn't pose a lethal threat to Hugo, but he felt an indescribable feeling of discomfort. It was as though his rhythm was being disrupted and that he was unable to find a point of attack.

Roland's brow grew more and more furrowed. He observed for a moment then sneered slightly. Oh, that's how it is. If Hugo could find out the problem, this battle would still have a chance of winning. Otherwise, it was undoubtedly a loss. It wasn't clear yet who would come out on top.

As the battle progressed, Hugo was more uncoordinated and barely had the energy to dodge while attempting to counterattack. The Flames dancers barely managed to avoid his attacks, either by chance or otherwise. On the other hand, he was gradually falling behind due to his disproportional consumption of energy. He believed that unless something changed within 20 minutes, he wouldn't be able to maintain his victorious state.

What was the reason behind his poor performance? Was it due to his own factors? No, he had extremely strong psychological and physical qualities, it probably wasn't his own limitations. So then, it must've been the enemies.

But no matter how much it might be the opponent's fault, it was pointless if the root cause couldn't be found. This was the real gap between ordinary people and Red Cloak elites. Ophelia might be able to spot the clues in a short period of time, as could Dovir, Haier brothers, Roland or even Mu Tou with their unique talents beyond the reach of ordinary people. But Hugo was different. He might not be foolish, but he wasn't incredibly smart either. He was an ordinary man, blessed with typical talents. It was due to life and death battles that he was able to forge himself into the warrior that he was now. The Great Wolf General had always been extremely caring of him. But this didn't prove anything.

At this time, Hugo's body was soaked in sweat. Looking at the bullets shooting towards him, he found each evasive move was rigorous. His body was too exhausted and the soldier's spirit in his mind kept hinting not to give up, 'Hugo, you are a fighter of God's Thorn! Have you forgotten your ancestors who fell on the battlefield? The battlefield is where you should belong.'

Yes, the battlefield was his final destination. Since when did he become such a sentimental fool? He was a soldier, a soldier with indomitable spirit. How could he compromise easily? He laughed at himself, and with a roar, he yelled, "Flame Corps, accept the unyielding challenge of a warrior!"

As he spoke, Hugo moved his fingers rapidly on the controls. The evasive Gun Rider seemed like a knight of the battlefield refusing to step back. Ignoring all the explosions around, he continued to close in on the Flames with swift movements.

To hell with it, let's do this! There's no such thing as soldiers afraid of death in the Flames corps. Once humans explode with the strength of blood, they will often be more violent than usual. With a whizzing sound, Hugo's mech scraped a beautiful arc. It was as if he had forgotten about defending himself and was showering all his firepower into the dense crowd.

Boom! Boom swish... As the green smoke rose and the flames spread, the members of the Flames who were still brewing attacks didn't realize that Hugo had already infiltrated the crowd.

As a veteran soldier, thinking about retreating before advancing was just basic common sense. Under the cover of the green smoke, Hugo charged into the crowd as if he was in an uninhabited place. With every slash, kick, and punch, he took down members of the Flames who were caught unaware. He was able to take out seven of them in no time.

However, the formation of the Flames was dispersed like sand, and the sweat-soaked Hugo had to make another effort to swiftly close in on another battlefield! Hugo, who was continuously consuming physical energy, didn't think of slackening his efforts. On the contrary, as long as he was conscious, he wouldn't easily compromise.

Roland shook his head. It seemed that Hugo had no hope of winning.

Estimating by the 17th minute, Hugo was almost exhausted. A flame fighter, who was supposed to be dead, suddenly accelerated to avoid it. At the same time, he retaliated...

So, that's how it was. Hugo came to understand that the opponents were merely playing dead, pretending to be weak. He clearly thought their reaction speed was only 100, but when it came to the critical moment, they burst out unexpectedly. No wonder the fight was uncomfortable. He discovered it a little too late.

But who was Hugo? He might lose, but he'd never admit defeat. He sneered and, with little energy left, decided to bet everything. Immediately, the Gun Rider turned into a demon on the battlefield. He no longer had the energy to consider dodging bullets and faced the fierce fire power directly.

Machine guns continuously hit the body of the Gun Rider, sending out a crying clang. It was Hugo manually avoiding the bullets. But behind him was a big power that couldn't be avoided. The next moment, another explosion went off. The Gun Rider lost its left leg.

But this only put off Hugo for a few seconds. Under the turbulence of the impact wave, the Gun Rider was taken away into a distance…

With the ignition equipment in full flame, the smoke-covered mecha rose to the sky for the second time. Facing the fierce firepower, he tenaciously confronted the Flames, "I won't throw away the honor of being a warrior."

At this moment, Hugo completely went berserk. His hand speed continued to rise. The control panel stained with blood was enough to explain his state. He was already at the end of his tether, but he never wanted to give up for a moment. This kind of quality was enough to earn the respect of every spectator present.

"Hugo, add oil!" People in and outside the arena, without exception, stood up. The Flames were the same. Without a doubt, everyone was touched and conquered by the indomitable spirit of Hugo.

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