When the Onimusan mecha broke into the smoke wall full of biochemical viruses, the former governor's response was not untimely.

Although he used his words to control the fighters outside the Poison Wall, he did not really take any chances and completely let down his guard, thinking that those people would not take action.

No one understands better than him how high the probability of creatures like "outlaws" and "madmen" appearing in the Violet State after street fighting is legalized.

When the wall of poisonous smoke had just been knocked out of ripples, he retracted into the drill chariot with a swish. The entrance and exit at the top of the chariot was immediately sealed by armor, and the two exhaust pipes at the back of the car simultaneously spewed out a large amount of scorching heat.

airflow.

Onimusuto's head and the sword wielded in his hand broke into the smoke wall, but half of his body was still inside the smoke wall. When it was blurry, the drill chariot had already accelerated instantly and crashed into it.

Without thinking, Balot controlled the mecha and lowered his arms, pressing down the sword like a guillotine.

The timing is just right. When the drill chariot hits the Holzmann shield and slows down, it will inevitably be cut in half by this knife.

However, when the chariot was rushing halfway, the front of the chariot suddenly lifted up, and the rear wheels dug two huge gravel ditches on the ground. The whole chariot rose into the air, surpassing the height of the big knife, and headed straight towards the Ghost Valley.

The head of the human mecha.

From another angle, this tank will still be affected by the energy field that carefully wraps the entire mecha, and has to reduce its speed to less than thirty meters per second. However, even if it is thirty meters per second, in this

The distance is already fast enough, making it difficult for people to react.

——When the drill chariot is affected by the energy field, it means that the drill bit is less than one meter away from the head of the mecha.

At least, the big sword that was just swung downwards did not have time to forcefully twist it and then move upwards to block or attack.

The eyes of the demon-shaped mecha glowed red.

The former governor, who was looking out from inside the chariot, was illuminated by a bright red light. His vision was slightly blurred, and the situation took a turn for the worse.

The head of the mecha, which was really close at hand, suddenly disappeared, and then a huge force struck from the sky and hit the top of the chariot, forcing the flying chariot back to the ground.

BOOM!!!!

The chariot deformed violently. Under the deeply sunken ground, the surrounding large pieces of cracked and arched concrete made an extremely harsh friction sound with the metal on the surface of the chariot.

The external observation channel inside the chariot was immediately broken and damaged. The former governor was shaken by the fall, dizzy and nauseated, but he still did not understand what happened.

On the contrary, the fighters outside vaguely saw the scene just now through the violently disturbed smoke.

That was a mecha that was several stories high and its shoulders were about as wide as a street. When the drill chariot was about to hit the tip of the mecha's nose...

Did a backflip.

In just a moment, the body movements of leaning back and turning were so smooth and light that people almost forgot how heavy and solid the metal body was, like the most skilled dancer, flexible, slender, and toned.

Flip on the spot, fly upwards, no need to support the ground with hands, the mecha's hands are still holding the big knife tightly.

In the process of turning over, Balot hooked the flying chariot with the toes of the mecha, pushed it back to the ground, and trampled it hard.

"Sir, do you still remember me?"

Balot laughed, controlling the soles of the mecha's feet and constantly crushing the drill chariot. The friction of the metal made a lot of noise.

Such a gesture is like stepping on a worthless cigarette butt that has been discarded, or like crushing and killing a hateful and despicable insect.

"When you were still the governor, in a speech we had met, you generously praised me to my family, praising me for being good at everything, but after all, I was in poor health. You suggested that they put the Balot family

Where is it for my cousin?"

"Remember? Remember? Remember?"

Every time Balot asked a question, he raised his foot and kicked hard, trampling the chariot beyond recognition and causing four tires to fall off.

"I want to thank you very much!"

Onimusu moved his feet away, and raised the sword in the mecha's hand high.

Steel oil and flames shot out like blood, and the chariot split into two under the blade and exploded.

When the broadsword was raised again, there were only a few pieces of smoking car wreckage left on both sides of the knife mark, and not even a trace of the flesh-and-blood corpse of the former governor could be found.

Onimusu straightened up, and as far as he could see, the thick and stagnant wall of smoke was like thousands of dim and gray streamers, flowing rapidly and converging behind the mecha.

The rotating shaft at the mecha's neck made a subtle friction sound, and it turned its head to look behind it.

The wind howled, the faint sound of thunder moved, and all the biochemical virus smoke was gathering into the whirlpool of blue-gray thunderclouds.

The person controlling this vortex is an acquaintance of Balot's whom he has never met.

As early as when Faqi and the others were still alive, the news of their cooperation with this man was casually passed on to the old nobles.

Balot had seen Guan Luoyang's photos at that time.

Then when I saw Guan Luoyang on the Internet for the second time, it was already the scene where Faqi and the other three were killed on the street.

"It turns out to be you."

Balot's voice was amplified by the mecha's loudspeaker, and even his weak tone could become loud and high-pitched, "You should be considered one of the organizers of this competition. This is the first base. You

Are you going to rush to participate?”

"Don't get me wrong, it's your own choice whether you live or die. I can definitely wait. But..."

All the poisonous smoke has gathered into the vortex, and the diameter of the vortex has expanded to almost the same height as Guan Luoyang.

As he spoke, his fingers slightly bent, and the vortex suddenly tightened, revealing the upper half of his face.

The air boomed, and many turbid droplets were compressed from the whirlpool of smoke, which were still spinning and gathering.

"But you shouldn't litter with such highly diffused rubbish. It's so unethical!"

Guan Luoyang's fingers curled up again and clenched into fists.

Many dense airflows, like taut bow strings, were torn off at the same time, making a dull trembling sound. The entire smoke vortex was completely compressed into a liquid sphere, leaving only the size of a basketball, suspended in front of his fist.

Without the obstruction of the whirlpool of smoke, Balot could look at Guan Luoyang.

Being in the most tightly protected cockpit of the Onimusan mecha, there is a channel for outward observation, but it is strictly isolated from the outside world.

But under this glance, Balot could not help but feel that he was being seen through.

Under Guan Luoyang's eyes, none of the strong and reliable metal objects around him seemed to be able to serve as a safe bunker.

Balot once again experienced the feeling of being disarmed and thrown into a wheelchair alone. No matter how much desire to attack he had in his heart, his weak limbs could not support his actions. The ups and downs of his emotions would even injure him again.

organ function.

"you……"

His originally cautious and forbearing thoughts were suddenly thrown out of the window, and Balot chuckled angrily.

"Do you think that being able to kill three of them is a big deal? If I weren't sick, I would be stronger than all of you."

"I can't walk. God is jealous of me. Why do you look like that!"

Balot, who suddenly sped up his speech, controlled the mecha and took a big step forward, swinging his sword and slashing at Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang flicked his left hand, pulled out a plastic bag from the Small Universe Technique, put the poison ball in it, and put it into his pocket. His body had already spiraled along the way, and came to the side of the sword's shaft, and slapped it with a palm.

When this palm was just swung out, it triggered the mysterious effect of Holzmann's shield. Guan Luoyang felt that his palm power was suddenly gone, and he didn't know where he went.

But he had already expected it. His palm jumped, and immediately a second wave of palm force burst out. The speed of his palm was at a level that would not trigger the shield effect, and he hit the handle of the knife.

His shots were so natural that outsiders could not tell the failure of the first palm force and the connection of the second palm force. It was like a smooth wave of the hand that hit the target.

The alloy thermal energy broadsword, which was more than ten meters long, was swatted away by his palm, and the blade scraped flying sand and rocks on the ground.

In this world, fighters who pursue physical strength often have to undergo arduous training, climbing mountains with huge stone balls on their backs, jumping over mountain streams, punching and kicking against mountain walls, sharpening their skin and muscles, and burying themselves deep in quicksand swamps.

Exercise your internal organs.

They practiced until their teeth, hair, and eyebrows fell off and were regenerated, allowing "qi" to flow through this barbaric human machine like engine oil. Only then could they reach the point where they could carry bullets with their bodies at will and shoot with tens of tons of force.

Only then can one be called "outstanding" among the ranks of fighters.

And these power qualities are just the most basic attributes for the Onimusan mecha.

It was originally a humanoid machine that transcended the times, was excavated from the dust of history, and was rewashed with the capital of the new era!

The main material of this mecha is super nano alloy, which has extremely high resistance to any type of physical damage such as penetration, vibration, explosion, high temperature, freezing, etc.

Its size is half the size of the Armored Titan after Faki's transformation, but its weight is much greater than that of the Armored Titan. With such a strong and heavy body, even a seemingly small movement can be crushed by its thighs and waist.

Shop building.

Between the mecha's surface and the mezzanine leading to the cab, there are multiple insulation designs, attack, and defense, all of which take into account a complete situation without any shortcomings.

Guan Luoyang took action with violent mental current, and with one palm strike, jumping and flashing sparks spread throughout the mecha, but did not interfere with the internal power transmission device.

As soon as the blade of the Onimusan mecha was slapped away, his toes suddenly jumped forward half a step.

Its small half step is a distance that ordinary people cannot cover in seven or eight steps.

On the toes made of metal, you can still vaguely see the outline of the texture of the boots and the dust and stains that were just stained on them, like an out-of-control dump truck that crashed into Guan Luoyang in the midst of lightning and flint.

Guan Luoyang's speed was limited, but his skills were engraved in his bones. As his figure floated, the airflow around him was under his control, like a fallen leaf blown up by the wind pressure, avoiding the impact of the mecha's kick.

He pulled the windbreaker behind him in mid-air, quickly glided to the Onimusan mecha's knees, with his toes a little closer to the surface of the mecha, skipping past his chest, and flew towards the head of the Onimusin mecha.

But at this moment, Balot controlled the mecha to crash forward, using the entire mecha's chest as a weapon, bursting out with a short and violent force like a landslide.

Guan Luoyang kicked it, and because he had no other foothold, he was sent flying far away.
To be continued...