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Chapter 154 The Legacy of Lao Da's Motorbike Clan (Vote for monthly tickets to revive Lao Da)

The icy rain, carrying a chill, struck Luca's nose precisely as he lay upside down.

It lay sprawled on the cold, damp ground, staring blankly through the hole that Homiga had torn open from the sky, at the cold raindrops falling continuously.

Luca's mind was a complete blank as he recalled the skill description of [Iron Block].

[Iron Body: Condenses steel-type energy on its surface, making it indestructible and impregnable! It can withstand 100,000 volts as if a gentle breeze were blowing, and resist the Hyper Beam as if it were a mere scratch. It is truly the ultimate fortress of physical and special defense! At its highest level, it dares to withstand the charge of a legendary beast with its bare body, making it the king of defensive skills!]

Looking at the incredibly powerful effect described in the skill description, Luca, lying on the ground, couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.

How did a perfectly good "iron block" turn into "last words"?

the reality is cruel.

Just as it activated [Iron Block], the steel-based energy on its body surface, which seemed capable of withstanding meteorite impacts, lit up, before the enemy could even exclaim, "Holy crap, that's tough!"

That theoretically indestructible steel-based energy barrier only flashed symbolically for a few seconds under the combined onslaught of bullets and energy—as short as the invincibility time in a beginner's tutorial.

And then... that was it.

And then……

Its newly evolved steel body, under the just judgment of Newton's laws, logically collapsed with a crash.

That tragic posture of lying on the ground was so perfect that he could have made a cameo appearance as Yamcha in Dragon Ball.

Luca inwardly groaned, feeling like his protagonist aura had just been plugged in and then unplugged.

Damn it!
What are they doing?!
I've only just evolved! What about the newbie protection period?!

Where's the system? Where's the author? Come out and take charge!

According to the script, shouldn't I be able to wreak havoc, have a few chapters of fun, kill enemies like mowing grass, show off my amazing evolved strength?

I mean... at the very least, he should have fallen to protect his comrades at a crucial moment, earning plenty of tears, right?!
What does it mean to be eliminated immediately upon landing?!

"Pfft... What is this guy doing?!"

"Hahahaha... Who knew? They actually used [Iron Wall] to block our attack head-on! They must be out of their minds!"

The taunts of the quick-draw squad members erupted all around.

Carbin held his forehead, his face showing an expression that said, "This child is hopeless."

"Why...why doesn't it continue using high-speed movement?! Is the increased speed after evolution just for show? Why is it using [Iron Wall] as a turtle shell?!"

Gatling's bald head throbbed as he looked at the blue-skinned dog lying lifeless on the ground and delivered a gruff, sarcastic comment.

"Iron Wall? Even a dog wouldn't learn that!"

Thomson, filled with disappointment, added insult to injury with a look of deep regret.

"Oh shit! See? This is what happens when a dog learns Iron Wall! Maxed out defense, but its IQ drops to zero! It becomes a sitting duck!"

Even Akroma, who was observing from above with a detached eye, seemed to have a silent white light flash across his glasses as he muttered to himself.

"A valuable skill slot was wasted; a foolish choice. Data log: Iron Wall skill performance in actual combat - extremely poor."

The cold rain mixed with the smell of gunpowder and earth, and Luca's consciousness, like a kite with a broken string, was teetering precariously as it plummeted into the endless abyss of darkness.

Just as consciousness was about to be completely swallowed up—

Rumble, rumble, rumble—!
A deep, powerful roar of a propeller spinning at high speed suddenly pierced through the warehouse noise and entered its cochlea!

Immediately afterwards, a deep call with a Los Angeles accent resounded, as if transcending the barriers of time and space, echoing from the depths of its soon-to-be-silent soul.

[Awakening... Motorbike warrior... Awakening...]

The allure of this iced tea flavor was like a shot of adrenaline, instantly piercing through the fog of confusion!

In the void and chaos before it, a figure all too familiar hovered—it was Layman! Kobe Bryant!
But at this moment, Lao Da is not in his classic Iced Tea skin human form, but has entered the [Martial Soul True Form - Helicopter Form]!
Four enormous propeller blades spun silently and rapidly behind him, stirring the airflow in his consciousness space. The machine's lines were sleek and full of industrial power, radiating an indestructible mechanical aura!
"A big prison?!"

Luca was overjoyed and struggled to get up.

"You...you really came back to life?! I knew it! The resurrection coins worked! The Mamba Mentality will never die!"

The large propeller seemed to spin faster, emitting a stronger hum, and his signature hearty, healthy smile came through the engine's roar.

"Haha, man! What can I say? Resurrection? In a sense, yes! But the truth is far more crazy than you imagine!"

At this point, Lao Da's smile carried a hint of mystery.

"Actually, my true identity is the great motorcycle warrior—[Tornado]!"

"Motorcycle warriors? Tornado?"

Luca looked completely bewildered; his dog brain's CPU was a bit overloaded.

"That's right!"

Lao Da's voice was full of pride as he recounted the secrets behind it.

"When I ascended into the sky in a helicopter last time, it wasn't a true disappearance! Rather, it was because I sensed that my homeland, the City of Energy, was facing an unprecedented crisis! Those two evil beastman war kings, the Wild Ape and the Blazing Tiger King, were leading their armies in a fierce attack on our home! As the guardian of the City of Energy, I must return to the mecha world as a heroic spirit and participate in that decisive battle to defend our home!"

When talking about that great battle, Lao Da's tone became impassioned.

"Fortunately, under the wise and mighty leadership of the great Motorbike King Lolo, after a bloody battle, we have temporarily repelled those tin cans! But the battle is far from over! Just now, I sensed that you—my comrade-in-arms—are in dire straits, and the flame of your life is about to be extinguished! More importantly, I sensed the noble bloodline of the Motorbike race dormant within you calling out!"

"The bloodline of...motorcycle race?!"

Luca was struck dumb, his eyes wide open, and his chin almost hit the floor of the mental space.

"Me? I have the blood of the Motorbike Tribe?! But... but I'm Lucario! The Aura Hero! I'm Galar... uh, Carlos... no, Unova... at least I'm a Sea Dog! How could I be..."

Lao Da's smile grew even brighter, his tone carrying a solemnity as if he were revealing the mystery of his origins, and the reflection of the propeller behind him formed a sacred halo.

"Luca, forget those superficial regional labels! You're not a Galarian dog, not a Carlos dog, not a Unova dog, not an East Sea dog... You're a true... Energy City dog! Your roots are in Energy City, forged from lava and steel! Your blood flows with the indomitable spirit of the Motorbike Tribe!" I am an Energy City dog...

I'm a dog from the Energy City!
I'm a dog from the Energy City!!!
In an instant, this earth-shattering revelation of his identity was like a billion volts of electricity coursing through Luca's entire body!
Its mind was blank, with only Lao Da's phrase "energy city dog" bombarding its brain on a frantic loop!

Past wanderings, the legacy of waveguides, the dream of the navy...

All our understanding was overturned and reconstructed at this moment!
At this moment, Luca was like the leader of the Beggars' Sect who discovered that he was actually a Khitan!
A monstrous wave surged within Luca's heart, and an unprecedented sense of belonging and mission instantly ignited his soul!
At that moment, with the awakening of his bloodline, Luca seemed to see countless scenes flashing before his eyes.

In the towering smelting towers of Energy City, countless motorcycle warriors of various forms—tracked tanks, wheeled jeeps, and flying fighters—fight relentlessly amidst the flames of war, shouting "For Energy City!" and using their steel bodies to withstand the charge of the orc army!

That scene was filled with the tragic yet resolute epic feeling of revolutionary martyrs!
To protect our home, and for the brilliance of the energy amethyst!
At the same time, a stirring war song, with a melody so familiar it made one want to salute, resounded in its ears like background sound effects.

Glory to the motorcycle warriors!
We are the successors of the motorcycle tribe, inheriting the glorious traditions of our motorcycle predecessors. We love our ancestral city, we love energy, and vibrant amethyst is hidden on our backs...

After learning his true identity, Lucario's frustration over "Iron Body turning into his last words" instantly vanished!

Instead, they were filled with boundless pride and self-satisfaction!
I was originally from such a noble and righteous race!

Motorbike riders are the steel backbone that protects their homeland and fights against the evil beastmen!

This bloodline is absolutely amazing!

"I understand, Sir! No, Brother Tornado!"

An unprecedented flame ignited in Luca's eyes.

"Tell me, what should I do?! How can I become as strong as you? How can I gain the steel-like defense of our Motorbike Tribe?"

The large propeller spun steadily, and he revealed a resolute look in his eyes that said, "This kid is teachable."

"Good question, Brother!"

Lao Da's voice became incredibly serious, and the hum of the propeller seemed to transform into a clarion call for inheritance.

"To truly unleash the power of our motorcycle clan's bloodline, to give your defeated [iron block] a new life and make it indestructible, the most important, core, and fundamental point is—to possess [unwavering eyes]!"

"A...resolute gaze?!"

Luca was stunned; his immense anticipation was instantly overwhelmed by a profound sense of confusion.

A resolute gaze? What does that have to do with a hard, unyielding block of iron?
Does widening your eyes make you invulnerable to swords and spears? That's too mystical!

Even with my limited intelligence, I find it difficult to understand!
Seeing Luca's bewildered expression that seemed to say, "Are you kidding me?", Lao Da remained completely calm.

He smiled slightly, the propeller light and shadow shifting, his smile filled with the profound meaning that "you don't understand because your level of understanding is not high enough."

Immediately afterwards, an extreme, unwavering light, powerful enough to pierce through steel, burst forth from that resolute black face!

"Man, you're too superficial! True determination isn't just about staring!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Your unwavering gaze is the indomitable, never-say-die, and fiercely protective fire of your inner conviction! It is the outward manifestation of the indomitable fighting spirit deep within your soul! It is the ultimate embodiment of the steel will of us motorcycle warriors!"

He paused, his resolute gaze seeming to possess a tangible power, piercing through Luca's consciousness.

"Only when your heart is resolute enough and your belief is strong enough, radiating this 'indestructible' aura from within, can you truly awaken the dormant steel power deep within your blood! External steel-based energy is merely an extension of the inner steel will! Remember, the eyes are the windows to the soul! If the heart is as firm as a rock, the body will naturally be as solid as a fortress!"

"boom--!!!"

It was like a sudden awakening!

It was as if I had been struck by a lightning bolt containing the truth of the universe!

Luca's originally confused but wise eyes were instantly enlightened under the influence of Lao Da's extremely resolute gaze and the bombardment of his profound words!
Although I could understand each word individually, when put together, it sounded like gibberish...

But it makes so much sense! So sophisticated! So cool for motorcyclists!

An indescribable sense of awe and wonder instantly overwhelmed Luca!
It felt as if it had touched upon some profound and mysterious defensive principle that pointed directly to the source!

All confusion vanished, leaving only complete trust and worship in the words of the Great Lord!
"I get it! Brother Tornado!"

At that moment, Luca's eyes instantly became incredibly firm, incredibly pure, incredibly... resolute!
It felt that its gaze at this moment was enough to pierce through steel plates and drive back the beast army!

"very good!"

Seeing the younger generation's awakening, Lao Da nodded with satisfaction.

"With this resolute gaze, go into battle! Let the world witness the power of the steel bloodline of Energy City! That good-for-nothing Thunderfire has messed things up again. Energy City is calling me, and now I must return to the battlefield! From now on, it's up to you. Always remember, the Mamba Mentality and the motorcycle spirit are with you!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the roar of the helicopter rotors began again.

Lao Da once again transformed into a helicopter and disappeared into the dark sky.

With the final roar of the engine as Lao Da bid farewell, the mental space receded like the tide.

The cold rain pounded against my nose again, and the whistling of bullets and the enemy's shouts filled my ears once more.

But Lucario at this moment is completely different!

It suddenly opened its eyes!

Oh God, what kind of look was that?

Profound, resolute, and burning with an inextinguishable fighting spirit!
It seems to contain the indomitable will of this energy city for thousands of years!
It's a resolute gaze, personally certified by Lao Da, powerful enough to inspire the strength of steel!
With that burst of light in its eyes, the steel energy that filled its body no longer just covered its surface, but erupted from the depths of every cell and from the source of its bloodline!

The dazzling black metallic light, carrying an ancient and heavy aura, instantly covered the entire body like a solid suit of armor!

That light was no longer just the glow of a skill, but more like the awakening of a bloodline, the embodiment of an iron will!
Luca's eyes blazed with determination as he stared at all the enemies around him, a final battle cry echoing in his heart.

It is our inescapable duty to restore the glory of the ironclad!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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