Tempest of the Stellar War - Chapter 1145

Chapter 1145: Blade and Sword

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

All the members of the big battle teams were present in this round. The reason laid on the fact that by watching Wang Zheng repeatedly, you would be able to feel his subtle movements and rhythms. You would then get use to those movement and rhythm and uncover the means to deal with him. Afterall, they were in the same grade.

Of course, basically no one wanted to compete with Wang Zheng in physical technique. His single punch had devastated Qiqin Nacchai’s finger technique. Truly chilling. However, a mech would definitely unable to exert such power.

At González’s age and experience, being distracted would only last momentarily. He soon regained his composure and chose his mech – Ghost Warrior.

In order to fight against Wang Zheng, there must be a determination to stare death in the eye and be resurrected. González was a man of the world. He had to take a risk. He would have to use his experience that he had over Wang Zheng to finish him off.

The Wind God – Storm Swordsman. Hercules – Storm Swordsman!

Storm Swordsman!

González’s trademark was his speed. Physical technique – Lion Thunder was definitely of little use here. The most critical factor was González’s Ability X. Professional soldiers were better at keeping secrets, and the Ghost King was the most stable in this area.

It was well known that González was a very skilful at wielding a blade. The Ghost Warrior was also a special mech specially created by the Darkness Empire to facilitate swift blade maneuvers. The mech’s alloy sabre was made using the relatively rare hundred forging method. To include craftsmanship as part of the assembly of a mech seemed ridiculous in this day and age, but the effect was, in fact, quite amazing. The Ghost Warrior was also a state-of-the-art piece of equipment for the special forces of the Darkness Empire.

Storm Swordsman, a mech from Earth. It was well-known for a period of time because of the fusion of some gravity energy mines. However, ultimately, this mech was not as popular as the Wind God. Both the Storm Swordsman and the Wind God had a special characteristic – both were relatively fragile. The merit was both were both, although the Storm Swordsman was not as flexible as the Wind God, so it gradually faded off. However, the Ghost Warrior was different. This mech was a masterpiece of the Darkness Empire. After being tested on the battlefields, every aspect of its specs had been enhanced.

Wang Zheng chose this mech to compete against González on sabre and sword fight.

González was very worried initially. But when he saw Wang Zheng’s choice of mech, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was very fearful that Wang Zheng would choose monsters like the Wind God or the Hercules. Honestly, he would not know how to deal with the situation, but the opponent had chosen the Storm Swordsman, a mech that he had used previously. So he was well-aware of its advantages and disadvantages. The attack methods and patterns were his speciality. Wang Zheng was courting his own death.

“What is the relationship between Wang Zheng and Ye Zisu?” Luo Er asked feebly. This guy would continue to advertise for OMG at every opportunity he got. There was a need to understand that the Ghost Warrior topped the ranking in the market as the number one seller for this type of mech, and smashed the records of the Storm Swordsman in a few star domains.

“A childhood friend.” Ai Xiaolu laughed. Luo Er’s character was quite peculiar. Sometimes she was mature and composed like an old politician. Other times, she was like a child.

“This guy is dreadful!” commented Lou Er deviously. “He has wasted the youth of a talented, young girl!”

Ai Xiaolu smiled. “Don’t look at others through thy own eyes”.

Wang Zheng did not disrespect his opponent. As one of the top ten captains and a mature member of the special forces, he was definitely skilful. Combat skills could only represent part of his skills. Among his opponents, González was the most composed, running unswervingly, without hesitation. This was not a question of reputation. It could be said to be cowardice or, from another point of view, this was a true warrior; understanding when to charge, when to retreat, when to fight for life.

Using a similar type of mech was undoubtedly the best choice when dealing with such an enemy because it could not be restrained easily.

“Although it cannot be restrained easily, will Wang Zheng’s understanding in this respect be comparable with González’s? This guy’s nickname is Ghost King, and he has a more thorough understanding of the Ghost Warrior,” Di Maria said. Di Maria was feeling the pressure. The performances of the other students from Elite Academy X were increasingly stunning. As an Aslan person who was playing in this home match, he felt embarrassed, hoping that someone could trip.

“You can tell just by looking,” said Qiankun Zadeh. Having said that, looked towards Lin Feng. Lin Feng was a blue-blooded Aslan person, exemplifying all the excellent qualities of an Aslan citizen. He could feel that Lin Feng was initially indifferent to this SIG, but subsequent to the performance of Wang Zheng, Luo Fei, and the others, he began to gradually show interest. As the main talent identified for grooming by the military academy, he had once heard the principal mention Lin Feng unintentionally.

This person would assist His Highness, Aina, who would lead Aslan to the peak of the Milkyway Alliance, in the future.

After Wang Zheng demonstrated such tyrannical strength, so did Luo Fei. Lin Feng had since taken a serious attitude in this SIG. No one knew what Lin Feng’s expertise was, but one thing was for sure: neither Qiankun Zadeh nor Di Maria could compete with him.

Principal Lin Hong had proposed to allow him and Lin Feng to have a good fight. But his principal declined, on the grounds that he was afraid that he would lose his confidence.

Sitting beside Lin Feng, Qiankun Zadeh could feel a sense of satisfaction from Lin Feng’s eyes.

Who could withstand this kind of loneliness?

The battlefield of the two mecha. Tactics were of little use to these two. It would be an intense battle between a swordsman and a knifeman.

The Ghost Warrior revealed two forged blades, unpretentious. He knew what to do as they had fought in hand-to-hand combat before. The double-blade flow was his trump card. The Ghost Warrior’s strength was in offense, not in defence. Substitute attack with defence.

As soon as the two opponents stood up, the Ghost Warrior attacked immediately. A professional soldier could adjust his situation more rapidly, and was effective at disrupting the rhythm of others.

The double blades slashed ceaselessly, not affording the Storm Swordsman any room for retreat. The Storm Swordsman was very nimble, but he needed room to display this. This, the Ghost Warrior was very clear of. So he was using the double blade oppression, forcing Wang Zheng to fight him head-on.

Wang Zheng was unruffled. The Storm Swordsman defended firmly. Although the double blades were ferocious, the pace at which Wang Zheng was moving was also not to be taken too lightly. Everyone was focused on Wang Zheng attacks, but no one had realized that to have gotten this far, Wang Zheng relied, to a large extent, on defence, and his pace was also crucial.

Plum Blossom Steps, ever-changing, comprising countless varieties of changes. Pulling apart or closing in the distance completely would throw off the opponent, rendering them powerless to display their techniques. This was truly terrifying. This seemingly chaotic pace was the real essence, laying the foundation to Wang Zheng’s invincibility.

What seemed to be an attack that could have easily killed the Storm Swordsman did not achieve its expected result. González’s attacks were becoming increasingly awkward, not knowing what to do. It was evident that his strikes had yet to reach their full potential. As the Storm Swordsman conferred his sword, part of the power rebounded. Another strike, but it came out short, missing the mech. It was so close…

It was a close shave. Once was accidental, repeatedly was fatal. Was this playing with fire?