Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 197 196. There is no such thing as fate here (Part )

When masters fight, even the slightest deviation may lead to one's defeat, not to mention this unlucky guy whose every move is calculated and targeted by incredible intuition.

The sudden explosion of the 'three-dimensional bomb', triggered by a special chip and engine, had a remarkable effect. The electromagnetic barrier, which slowly advanced with the machine as its center, directly created a pit in the ground that could not be underestimated.

However, Cypher was not affected. He sprinted forward the moment the thing ended. This time, it did not lock onto his machine - it did not rely on the machine's fire control computer to lock onto it, but locked onto it through visual and personal operation!

This caused the opponent's fire control to be unable to detect whether he was locked or which component was locked. When he opened the densely packed rocket racks again and launched a barrage of rockets that could not be underestimated, the enemy in his eyes... disappeared!

Behind me? No, beside me.

The newly replaced arm suddenly caught fire, and the huge body with a truck-like engine began to spin like a dump truck with two flaming wings on the left and right!
Unfortunately, Cypher jumped from the spot, not worrying at all about the rocket whizzing into the sky along with him.

Because the propulsion of his engine allows him to make emergency evasive moves as quick as a flash - although the load is extremely heavy, if he were replaced by a mortal body, he would probably be turned into dumpling filling in no time.

Even though the rockets were locked onto him, they couldn't catch up to him. Amidst the whistling sound of the thrusters, the two machines flew high and low, and the swirling flames failed to hit the much smaller machine, which could only spin in vain like a fire-breathing gyroscope.

And Seifer, who was on the upper floor, fell down suddenly without mercy, and stepped hard on the giant engine with his feet, carrying the mass of propulsion.

This thing looks like a headless plane... Thoughts were racing in his mind, but Seifer's thinking was very clear.

The 'spike' was ready, and Bao Ming slammed it in fiercely, with the tip piercing through everything along the way until it touched the layer of energy protection.

To be honest, it's quite strange. Why does this thing have all kinds of protection on its body, but such a large compartment... uh, the body of the plane itself has no protection?
The spikes retracted, and Cypher stood up and stepped back. This was followed by a series of dazzling explosions. Cypher even saw a large amount of engine debris ejected from the twisted metal...

The one who suffered the most damage was that guy. At the last moment before the explosion affected him, he severed the connection between himself and the part of the machine behind him.

It was then thrown out by the explosion like garbage, rolling on the ground, and crashing into a bunch of aircraft scenery that had survived the previous fight, and finally fell into the ruins, unable to get up again.

Cypher landed heavily, straightened up, and clicked on the communication: "I won. Now what?"

"The Red Crossbow isn't over yet. Did you hear the audience shouting?"

audience?

'Did him!'

'Blow it up into garbage!'

“Kill, kill, kill…”

He heard it clearly, almost as if someone was speaking next to his ear. Cypher nodded and turned to lock onto the machine lying on the ground.

The pilot was unconscious, the plane badly damaged. Cypher thought for a moment and sheathed his weapon: "I'm done. My ammunition is all gone. I can't fight anymore."

"Then use your machine to crush him to death. You won't win unless there's a winner."

understood.

There are so many twisted rules in the vision, and this one is no exception.

After moving the machine to the pile of ruins, Seifer didn't care about the eyes of other people on the field. He directly opened the hatch and jumped out of the machine.

Leaping down from that height, Cypher took out the dagger made for him by Dr. May in mid-air and stabbed it fiercely into the gap in the head of the machine.

The progress bar that only he could see completed quickly, and the hatch of the damaged aircraft opened immediately, exposing the pilot who was unconscious inside with blood all over his face and head.

Then he went up and shook him violently a few times, and slapped him twice. When the man woke up in a daze, he was still wondering why... he was being carried by a woman?

"Hurry up and say you surrender." "I...I surrender?"

The entire stadium was filled with whistles that rang out instantly, mixed with the sounds of the audience cursing, making Seifer quite uncomfortable. He left his opponent and returned to the machine, glancing at the stadium and the spectator seats that were separated by a faint film of light.

Tsk, what a pity that there is such a strong energy defense and I can’t get in.

The simulated environment dissipated, and Cypher and his body were led into a certain entrance by a strange tractor beam, while the other party also went to another entrance with the broken body.

During this process, the man was in a trance. Perhaps he didn't expect that he would be beaten to pieces even though he was driving such powerful equipment. He must be in disbelief.

Cypher quickly descended from the ceiling into the cramped preparation room. The half-robot lowered its head. "Why did you let your opponent go? Red Crossbow, the audience is very unhappy, and their discontent will cause your rating to drop."

"What's the harm in going down?"

"This will reduce the resources you receive, because the audience won't watch your fights, and the attention will drop. Even if you win, the share you get will be quite small..."

"So, it doesn't matter if I win or lose, as long as someone's watching?"

"Indeed, but... don't lose. The loser's life is in the hands of the winner."

Hmm... I see. Saifu nodded and asked, "It's my turn to defend the ring now, right? Are there any special privileges or benefits for me?"

"Maybe there was before, but because of your behavior, many spectators stopped watching the game, so the rewards became smaller, and the organizers also deducted a lot."

After repairing the aircraft, replenishing its ammunition, and paying its entry fee, Cypher understood the purpose of this activity—perhaps it was about making money? Furthermore, the pilot's identity was set up as a "saving hometown."

Cypher thought for a moment, then sat down on the only chair, showing little interest in the small pills and water that fell from the passage. "I need to rest for a while. Talk to me again when the battle begins."

"can."

The half-machine fell silent, and Cypher immediately turned his head: "Laika, did you see everything?"

"Very clear... However, I have no impression of this vision. However, I see many familiar elements and am comparing them with other visions."

As Leica hurried away, Sefer received another call.

"Aha! You seem to be having a great time running in the vision, why did you leave me behind?" This time it was Tien. Her distinctive voice made Sefer cover his ears.

"Emergency. How is the situation in Node City now?"

"Not very good. The battle on the middle level isn't over yet. On the lower level, the anomaly has expanded so much that many people are afraid to move forward. They're huddled at the elevator entrance, looking ridiculous."

Outside, Tien seemed to be clinking bottles with someone: "So, just feel around and try to find out if you can come out alive and show us what new stuff you have."

You are really leisurely. How about we switch? I'll go outside to drink with others, and you come in and drive this thing to fight with something that can cruise?

Seifer leaned back in his chair helplessly: "What about the others? I mean... the people in the company."

"You're drinking with me, don't vomit, kid. Drink it or not, I'll finish this cup, and I'll vomit after my balls shrink."

Finally, Tien said, "The vision you saw was quite impressive. It seemed to be from a period of prosperity... If you see it suffer a disaster, remember to take note of it. It would be very valuable if you sold it to a historian."

...You are worthy of being able to get so much information just by drinking.

(End of this chapter)