Chapter 93

As Jiaoyue performed high-difficulty arc movements, each point of the arc resulted in a critical hit. If the previous standoff had no pressure, this high-frequency attack rhythm certainly did.

Attacks are always easier than defenses.

During the continuous thrusts, Jiaoyue didn't idle. One arc slide followed another, and each slide's connection point was when the sword struck a critical hit. If one hit was missed, it would be over.

Although Jiaoyue was a light and agile mech, its attacks could pierce through opponents in one strike, especially against a fragile mech like War God No. 1, which could definitely be penetrated.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

After a round of arc slides, War God No. 1 managed to completely defend itself, but Jiaoyue didn't stop. After the sixth slide, it suddenly made a fierce spin, the engine roaring, and instantly reversed direction.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble...

After the intense reverse torque, a series of reverse slides followed. Who would have thought?

But War God No. 1 had anticipated it, and the titanium knife precisely blocked each attack.

Another round of arc slides, and during the final heavy strike, Jiaoyue rapidly retreated.

This strike was no longer to kill but to borrow force.

Milo adjusted her breathing, never expecting to encounter such a steady opponent here. The final strike of the reverse arc could have been more fierce, but Milo changed her approach because she felt her attacks couldn't break through the opponent's defense.

War God No. 1 wasn't good at defense; the key was the pilot.

Masas and Atos remained silent, focusing not on Milo but on War God No. 1's movements. Most people were immersed in Jiaoyue's exquisite arcs, but no one noticed War God No. 1's movements. To experts like Masas and Atos, this was the essence.

The inch-by-inch movements were almost artistic, each step perfectly timed, and the predictions were incredibly accurate. The problem with arcs is that they are easy to predict, meaning Milo's attack points were all calculated.

The difficulty lies in making a move while predicting. Even if your mind can keep up, if your operations can't, it's useless.

War God No. 1's choice was entirely correct; passive defense in place could barely complete the defense.

Masas and Atos felt like applauding this person.

But...

Milo adjusted her breathing, her short hair gently flicking. She hadn't encountered such an opponent in a long time. It seemed she had to take action.

Although it might seem a bit unfair, she wouldn't lose.

Jiaoyue's sword pointed diagonally at the sky, then lightly swept down, as if in a salute.

The audience in the lunar zone was excited; this was the proudest victory declaration of a female swordsman.

It meant telling the opponent that even if they knew the move, they couldn't block it.

This was also the famous skill of the Storm Lady—Canglan Qu (Canglan Melody).

One Canglan Qu breaks the horizon.

Jiaoyue moved, becoming a silver light. The engine's energy was fully activated, and the energy shield disappeared because such an attack no longer required defense, and it also saved energy. Otherwise, the mech's core output wouldn't be enough.

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble...

Jiaoyue appeared like a ghost in front of War God No. 1. This was the only track that could be caught. The sword struck and then disappeared.

The previous twelve consecutive arc strikes, though powerful, had a rhythm. This Canglan Qu also had a rhythm, but it was a rhythm without a rhythm.

Variable-frequency arcs, forward and backward arcs, completely connected, sometimes above, sometimes below, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, as if teleporting, making it impossible to see where it was. The sword's light was dazzling, forming a curtain of light that completely enveloped War God No. 1.

People could only hear the continuous critical hits and sparks.

In the live broadcast room, countless internet cafes, and CT clubs, passersby stopped to watch.

The Storm Lady's flawless Canglan Qu—sixty-four consecutive critical hits!

Jiaoyue's performance was fully utilized, with high-frequency strikes in high-speed movement, trying to catch the opponent's vulnerabilities.

Masas and Atos' expressions were serious because the time had already exceeded sixty-four hits. This time... eighty-one consecutive hits???

The two looked at each other. How long had it been since they last saw Milo, and she had improved so much?

No, it should be that only in the CT environment could this be achieved.

Eighty-one consecutive hits of oxygen-free strong control; even an Xfk force user matching Jiaoyue would suffocate.

But in CT, it should be possible.

It seemed that Milo was serious.

People, even relatively calm and gentle girls, can also be stimulated.

Boom...

A deafening explosion.

Sparks flew!

It was over!

Masas and Atos smiled. Being able to perform eighty-one consecutive hits in CT was also a good feeling for real-world use. They would remember this feeling, and as their abilities improved, they would use it in reality sooner or later.

This skeleton had done something good.

At this moment, the system announced: Skeleton WIN.

The audience on Earth hadn't reacted yet, but the usually calm lunar audience had gone wild. Some even jumped up, like a group of ducks that had lost their food.

This was absolutely impossible. The combo that was invincible on the moon could not end on Earth. This was a black curtain!

After all, this was a skill that could team-kill. The Storm Lady had used this move to instantly kill five platinum-ranked players, making her famous on the moon and advancing to the diamond rank.

Now, with the skill improved, she lost?

Was this a joke?

Compared to the moon's impulsiveness, the usually "coarse" Earth audience was relatively calm. Anyone who had seen the skeleton fight was already used to it. Why rush? Even if the video analysis was slow, the slow-motion replay would definitely be shown, and it would be clear whether it was a donkey or a horse.

In less than a minute, the light from the previous attack appeared before everyone.

It must be said that Jiaoyue's performance had been elevated to a ghostly level, capable of attacking without blind spots. Even War God No. 1's performance couldn't turn in time, and the difference was obvious.

But the question was, to defend against the opponent's attack, did it have to be head-on?

After a short ten seconds, people's attention was no longer on Jiaoyue's lightning-fast, no-blind-spot Canglan Qu but on War God No. 1's no-blind-spot defense.

The entire mech and pilot were perfectly integrated, and from any angle or part, the most appropriate defense could be made. At least seven times, it was impossible to completely avoid, but the smallest cost was used to achieve successful defense. Some scratches and non-critical hits wouldn't result in critical damage. War God No. 1 was fragile but not made of paper; it had to know when to sacrifice.

When the defense passed seventy hits, the psychological state had completely changed. Milo's inner world was gradually collapsing because she felt the opponent was unbeatable. War God No. 1 hardly moved, yet it stood like a mountain, and a direct strike should have defeated it, but it always missed.

At the sixty-fourth hit, she was at her sharpest and could have finished War God No. 1, but War God No. 1 didn't defend. The titanium knife cut towards her, ready to die together. In that instant, she chose to dodge, avoiding the fatal blow. After this hit, her attacks sharply declined. Although the eighty-first hit was more aggressive, it was the end of a strong bow.

By the time Milo regretted it, it was too late.

On the battlefield, a single moment's decision could change the situation.

The brave win in a narrow path!

This hit was magnified, and countless lunar people sighed in regret.

They marveled at War God No. 1's defense, but that was the absolute opportunity, and the Storm Lady's strongest attack. The Storm Lady was "greedy."

When the eighty-first hit was made, almost instinctively, Prince and others could see that the momentum had been lost.

War God No. 1's left hand caught the sword, and the titanium knife pierced through.

This was the only attack War God No. 1 made throughout the match.

What a relaxed and elegant strike; Jiaoyue seemed to helplessly offer itself.

Somehow, the entire audience fell silent.

Because they felt a sense of despair from Jiaoyue's mech.

The Storm Lady's fighting spirit had been destroyed, and she had lost confidence in herself.

This... was a terrifying defensive ability.

Winning without fighting!

Jiaoyue, hanging on the titanium knife, was like prey in an ancient arena.

And War God No. 1 was like the king of the arena.

Dominant and unparalleled!

After many matches, the members of the Skeleton Legion had formed a默契 (默契 means默契, but in this context, it means a默契 or understanding). They pointed to the sky in unison.

This was the gesture of the Skeleton Legion, with only the stars as the limit.

A silent cheer, even more explosive!

Solen silently waved his fist. He had won, and this wasn't just a match but the first victory for the Earth zone against the moon zone.

He had bet with the moon zone CEO and won big.

Money was secondary; the momentum in the CT Solar System conference had changed.

Who says one person can't defy the heavens!

"Everyone, good job. This month's bonuses will be doubled!"

Solen waved his hand, and the entire team cheered, shouting "Long live the boss."

Xiaomo glanced at the calm Xiaolu, "Old Lu, you don't seem surprised by this result?"

Old Lu was indeed very calm, "I think... the Storm Lady player must have her period."

In the comment section, the players' reactions were swift.

"Old Lu, your aunt is calling you home to drink milk."

Masas and Atos quietly watched the replay, feeling a bit restless. This person's style didn't seem like it was from the Solar System but more like...

But now wasn't the time to discuss this. Atos looked at Masas, and Masas went to open the door but found it locked.

"Milo, can you open the door?"

Masas tried to keep his voice calm, but there was no response from the room.

The two sighed helplessly. Losing wasn't scary; what was scary was that you were serious, but the opponent used a teaching-style "control" to finish you.

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