Chapter 588
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In an instant, the entire sky was filled with countless beams of light, completely engulfing Ling Lan who was on the other side. This scene caught the attention of the mecha operators who were fighting in the distance. The result of being distracted was that they slowed down their attacks.
They couldn't help but pay attention to the situation. Would the two mecha operators from the Flying Dragon Special Forces succeed or would Ling Lan be able to escape from the beam attacks?
"Zhua Fifteen, go quickly." Xu Eleven heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the beam attacks covering the sky. He didn't stop shooting. His guns were still firing beam attacks. However, he reminded his comrade to take the chance to escape.
Xu Eleven felt that the beam attacks had sealed off all of Ling Lan's escape routes. No matter how powerful Ling Lan was, she wouldn't be able to escape unscathed. Even if the beam attacks didn't injure her, they should be able to deplete most of her beam shield. Once the beam shield was gone, Ling Lan's movements would be restricted. That would be his chance.
Of course, Xu Eleven was still a rational person. He wouldn't blindly think that his cooperation with Zhua Fifteen would allow them to defeat Ling Lan. Ling Lan was able to suppress their control ability easily. How could she be defeated by this move?
As expected, the next scene shocked everyone. Ling Lan's mecha was like a graceful butterfly in the rain of bullets. She elegantly dodged the beam attacks. Dancing with the Grim Reaper in that gorgeous waltz, it was so dangerous yet so dazzling.
"Dance of Death!" Everyone who saw Ling Lan dodging the beam attacks shouted in surprise.
The Dance of Death was an SS technique. It was not a technique that a normal mecha operator could grasp. It was only one level away from the SSS technique, Divine Wind, which was unique to god-class operators. It was a rare technique that only imperial operators with exceptional talent could grasp. There was once a rumour in the Federation that a few hundred years ago, a god-class operator had once said that whether an imperial operator could advance to god-class depended on whether the other party had mastered the Dance of Death.
Throughout the history of the Federation, all the mecha operators who managed to become god-class operators had mastered this Dance of Death when they were imperial operators. This also made the Dance of Death one of the challenges imperial operators had to overcome. No one was willing to give up on that one in a billion chance. God-class operator was the ultimate goal of every mecha operator.
Xu Eleven felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He hadn't mastered the Dance of Death yet. According to their instructor, this was a top-notch technique that could only be mastered after countless life-and-death battles. This was exactly what they lacked. The people from Long Xiang were the best, most outstanding, and most monstrous geniuses in the Federation. They were the seeds of the country, the pillars of the country. Unless it was a critical moment, they would not be sent out to fight.
In the entire Long Xiang, only the number one of each team could master the Dance of Death. Now that he thought about it, the Dance of Death was a requirement to become a number one mecha operator. It seemed that the rumor wasn't just a rumor.
However, when the mecha operator executed the Dance of Death, Xu Eleven was sure that the mecha operator in front of him was an experienced mecha operator. He might even have been given a title by the Federation. This mecha operator was as powerful as the top five mecha operators in the Flying Dragon Special Forces. Xu Eleven didn't feel bad about losing to such a powerful mecha operator.
Right at that moment, Ling Lan, who was dodging the beam bullets, suddenly controlled her mecha to turn around gracefully. She swung her beam gun and a beam shot out. It pierced through the beam bullets and went straight towards the area that Ling Lan had locked down.
While Zhua Fifteen was flying, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of danger. He quickly changed the direction of his mecha and flew towards the left. A beam of light brushed past his mecha and hit the ground below him.
Bang! A huge crater appeared on the ground.
Seeing this, Zhua Fifteen was scared. If he didn't change his direction in time, the beam would have hit his mecha directly. According to the situation at that time, even if he had a beam shield, he wouldn't have been able to block the power of the beam.
Ling Lan continued dodging the beam bullets as she thought to herself, "I should give Chang Xinyuan a thumbs up when I go back. The compressed beam bullets he modified are quite powerful."
Zhua Fifteen immediately turned his head and saw Ling Lan focusing on dodging the beam bullets. Xu Eleven was also pulling the trigger with all his might. Both of his guns were shooting beam bullets at their opponent. Just as he promised, he was trying his best to hold back Ling Lan.
Perhaps that shot was fired with all the strength the other party could muster. Zhua Fifteen calmed himself down and continued flying forward.
"Bang!" Another beam of light flew towards him. Zhua Fifteen dodged in fear. He couldn't hold it in anymore and scolded, "Xu Eleven, are you asleep? Didn't you say that you were going to distract the opponent? Where did you go?" Zhua Fifteen suspected that Xu Eleven wanted to use Ling Lan to harm him.
"Dance of Death, bastard," Xu Eleven replied angrily. Xu Eleven replied angrily. If he could hold him back, he would have done so long ago. The problem was that he couldn't hold him back at all. He even suspected that if Zhua Fifteen really managed to break through, he wouldn't be able to hold him back.
Dance of Death! Zhua Fifteen was stunned too. How was this possible? He looked back again and saw Ling Lan controlling her mecha to look back at him. Zhua Fifteen seemed to see Ling Lan's mocking gaze. It was as though he was saying, "Little bug, stand there obediently. If not, don't blame me for being rude …"
Zhua Fifteen suddenly became scared. His hand that was holding the engine control stick started sweating. He actually didn't have the courage to push the stick …
"No, I can't be scared by his aura. Dance of Death? What does the Dance of Death mean? Charge!" Zhua Fifteen revved the engine and his mecha flew towards Lin Five. He felt as though he was declaring war against the fear in his heart.
"Bang!" Ling Lan swung her gun again. A beam shot towards Zhua Fifteen's cockpit.
"Boom!" The mecha exploded. It turned into a pile of debris and fell to the ground. Zhua Fifteen paid the price for his impulsiveness, cowardice, and fear. He was defeated by Ling Lan and was eliminated from the battle.
"This is the Flying Dragon Special Forces?" Ling Lan smiled. She didn't expect the people from the Flying Dragon Special Forces to not cooperate with each other. If the two mechas she was controlling worked together from the start, she wouldn't have been able to gain such a huge advantage. Also, the people from the Flying Dragon Special Forces were mentally weak. They were actually tricked by her fake Dance of Death.
Maybe she should find a chance to ask her father what was going on with the Flying Dragon Special Forces. Why were the people from the Special Forces not as strong as she thought?
Ling Lan didn't underestimate the Flying Dragon Special Forces because of this. Since they were able to become the strongest special forces team in the Federation, they must have their own strengths. Ling Lan didn't like to jump to conclusions before she knew the truth. She couldn't underestimate her opponent. Just like the people from the Flying Dragon Special Forces. They came without any preparation …
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