Douluo: Legend of the Dragon King - The Voice of the Purple Emperor

It consumes energy.

Ranged mechs have weaker defenses and are slower than melee mechs, but they have significantly more energy reserves. This energy consumption is exactly what ranged mechs need to be aware of.

At this moment, Gu You's opponent was just wondering how he had encountered such an oddball. Was he here to die? Or what?

But in Gu You's eyes, his opponent was simply making him test his skills.

Both sides' energy was constantly decreasing. The melee mech was bombarded by the ranged mech without dodging, and even if it used its weapon to block, it would consume energy much faster.

The lights in the control room turned red, signaling to Gu You.

The alarm started sounding; the energy level was less than one-tenth.

The enemy's artillery fire intensified, clearly indicating that they had meticulously calculated the total energy available in his standard mech.

Gu You's melee mech finally moved. His body shot out suddenly, and the thrusters on his back shone brightly. Even with his energy running out, he still managed to control the melee mech and rush out.

Of course he has to win, because only by winning can he participate in the next round of matches and practice his shooting skills better.

A hint of disdain flickered across the mech pilot's lips. "Only thinking of counterattacking now? How could that be?"

It also activated its propulsion system, accelerating rapidly and quickly creating distance to the side. Even though the melee mech was slightly faster, it wasn't by much. In this situation, trying to catch up with him in a single burst of speed was simply a pipe dream.

What puzzled the ranged mech pilot even more was that the enemy mech's spear didn't stop; it thrust out rapidly, piercing through the air. Suddenly, the standard-issue mech lit up with colorful light.

Soul power infusion?

Besides the energy provided by their own soul-guided batteries, mechs can also be powered by soul masters. Seeing Gu You had reached this point, the ranged mech pilots were not alarmed but rather pleased, maintaining their distance while continuing their unhurried attacks. They were determined to wear him down; each ranged mech pilot possessed a steadfast heart and ample patience.

But the mecha pilot was wrong. Gu You didn't use soul power to maintain the mecha; he used his blood and qi!

It's as good for your blood and energy as engine oil; everyone who uses it loves it.

But at that moment, the mech pilot suddenly sensed something was wrong. He discovered that his control over the mech had suddenly slowed down, and an indescribable fear suddenly arose deep within him. Even the massive mech couldn't alleviate his dread. An invisible pressure permeated the air.

Just then, he saw the mech chasing after him unleash a massive spear that seemed to thrust out hundreds of times.

The two mechs rapidly approached each other!

The remote mech pilot clearly wanted to control his mech to accelerate again, but it was as if something invisible was suppressing him, making his movements a beat slower.

The arena used for Soul Master battles is quite large, but for mechs that are over ten meters tall, a sudden acceleration is enough to close the distance to within inches.

What happened?

The ranged mech pilot was horrified, as the golden spear shadow had already completely covered his mech.

Martial Soul Release! Too late.

Everything was beyond his control. When his mech exploded and he was sent out of the arena, he still didn't understand how he had lost.

Gu You looked at the mecha that had been reduced to wreckage in front of him, and at the spear in his mecha's hand.

The path to becoming a king, the heart of a king!

He murmured these eight words to himself, and suddenly, a realization dawned on him.

The forward charge just now wasn't simply to close the distance, but to unleash the sliver of gun intent within me.

The opponent's cultivation level was clearly not high. Under the release of his spear intent, his mind was shaken. Even the mecha could not stop the shock.

With intention, one can generate strength; without intention, one has nothing.

A king, who controls the world! Possessing everything. A king, the object of all people's attention, with a heart as firm as a rock.

Upon exiting the Starry Sky Battle Network, Gu You immediately unleashed his Golden Dragon Spear, gripping it tightly in his hand. He made a decision: from this day forward, he would never part with the spear! Only by truly feeling it, approaching it, and clinging to it could he truly become one with it.

The desire for guns had ignited his youthful spirit, and he even forgot that he possessed a unique and powerful weapon.

He picked up his gun, went outside, and took a deep breath of the icy, snowy air.

"Hey, brother, what's gotten into you?" Life is unpredictable. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Jiang Wuyue. Looking at the golden dragon spear in Gu You's hand, he couldn't help but ask in surprise.

Gu You laughed and said, "It's nothing. I've been practicing my marksmanship lately, and it feels better when I'm holding a gun."

Gu You noticed that Jiang Wuyue's rank had been raised to colonel. It seemed that the Abyss Tide brought faster promotions to the capable.

"They've all become colonels!"

Jiang Wuyue shook her head. "How can I compare to you? You haven't changed at all. Logically speaking, based on your performance that day, you should be a captain by now. I should be congratulating you; you're already in the Blood God Camp, while I'm still nowhere near it. My father said that my martial spirit is powerful, but it will lose its strength after reaching the ninth ring, since it's not a true dragon bloodline. I guess that's why the Blood God Camp didn't take a liking to me."

"You're considered quite strong for your age, why would they look down on you?"

Jiang Wuyue looked helpless. "I've heard rumors that a martial soul must have the foundation of a Limit Douluo to be qualified to enter the Blood God Camp, and you obviously do. So you're already an unofficial member. You should know that in our legion, countless people are working hard to get such a spot. You've only been here for a few days, it's really enviable."

The two chatted, and naturally the conversation turned to the Star Dou Battle Network All-Federation Challenge.

"I'm just praying that I won't run into you in the knockout stage before I get into the top 32," Jiang Wuyue said earnestly.

"I also hope I don't run into you, and I hope I don't run into anyone I know." Gu You looked up at the sky.

"With your skill level, making it into the top 32 shouldn't be a problem. However, there's always an element of luck involved in these kinds of competitions. Let's see how it goes. But you seem to be taking this very seriously."

"How can I not take it seriously? The first one is made of a god-grade metal for four-word battle armor. If I can win first place, I can make four-word battle armor directly, saving me a lot of effort later."

"That's a great idea! But I have to tell you, the first difficulty is..."

(End of this chapter)