Tempest of the Stellar War - Chapter 94

Chapter 94

The Brightmoon 8 . 0 struck hard as it made high level arched movements, each blow landing precisely at the end of the movement of each Arched Slide Step . If the previous face off was not considered stressful, this high frequency attack would definitely elicit a response .

Attacking was always easier than defending .

In between the consecutive stabs, the Brightmoon 8 . 0 was kept busy . The Arched Side Steps followed one after another, and the blows had to be delivered in between each of the arched steps . Missing even one would mean trouble because it would be breaking up the flow of attacks .

Even though the Brightmoon 8 . 0 was a lightweight mech, the stabs could easily pierce through the opponent, especially a mech like the Wargod No . 1, which had such thin and brittle defenses .

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Wargod No . 1 had actually successfully defended a flowing sequence of Arched Side Steps . However, the Brightmoon 8 . 0 did not stop . Upon completing the sixth step, it made a sudden turn . The engines roared . In an instant, it made another turn in the opposite direction .

Boom . . . boom . . . boom boom boom boom . . .

Who could have thought that there would be another series of Arched Side Step attacks in the counter-direction following a powerful turn?

But the Wargod No . 1 anticipated every single one of them, accurately blocking every blow with its knife .

After another round of Arched Side Steps, in the final blow, the Brightmoon 8 . 0 mech rapidly fell back .

This blow was not about killing the opponent, but borrowing strength to build distance and separate herself from the opponent .

Milo adjusted her breathing . She did not expect to face such a steady opponent here . The counter-arch's final blow could have been even fiercer, but Milo changed her mind . She felt that she would still not be able to break the opponent's defence .

The Wargod No . 1 was not good at defending itself . The pilot was key to the successful parries .

Masasi and Atos kept silent . They were not paying attention to Milo, but to the movements of the Wargod No . 1 . Most people were engrossed in the exquisite arches the Brightmoon 8 . 0 made, but nobody noticed the Wargod No . 1 moving . This was the best part in the eyes of masters like Masasi and Atos .

The tiny steps taken was like an art . Every step was just right . The estimations were perfectly accurate . The problem with arcs was that its curvature could be easily determined, meaning Milo's attacks could all be calculated .

What was difficult was moving while calculating . There was no use in being able to keep up with the battle mentally but not physically .

The Wargod No . 1 absolutely made the right choice . Passive defense on the same spot was an airtight and complete defense .

Masasi and Atos felt that they could applaud this player .

But…

Milo adjusted her breathing, her short hair lightly blowing . She had not encountered such an opponent for a long time now . It seemed like she had no choice but to make a move .

While it was being a little unfair, she could not stand losing to someone else .

The Brightmoon 8 . 0's assassination sword pointed diagonally at the sky and swept down lightly . It was as though she was delivering some kind of salute .

The spectators in the Moon became visibly excited . This was the female assassin's proudest form of victory call .

What it meant was telling the opponent this: You will not be able block this move, even if you see it coming .

This was also the ultimate trick that made Lady Stormsword famous across the Moon - the Song of the Storm .

A song to break the skies .

The Brightmoon 8 . 0 moved, turning into a ray of silver light . The engines were fully engaged, and the energy shield dissipated . This attack no longer needed one to possess any defense, plus it was important to conserve energy in case the mech's core could not produce enough .

Boom boom boom boom…

The Brightmoon 8 . 0 appeared in front of the Wargod No . 1 in a ghostlike fashion . This was the only time the tracks were visible . The sword attacked and then disappeared .

Although the 12 consecutive arched skills were powerful, it had a certain rhythm and pace . The Song of the Storm had a rhythm as well, but it was a rhythm without a beat .

Frequency-changing arches . The arches were all joined together, sometimes going north, sometimes south, sometimes forward, and sometimes backwards . It was like teleporting, unable to see where it was exactly . The sword reflected the light in all directions, blinding and consuming the Wargod No . 1 .

The audience could only hear the unending clashes and sparks .

The broadcasting rooms, countless net cafes, and countless CT clubs; whoever walked by stopped in their tracks .

Lady Stormsword's unsolvable Song of the Storm - 64 Heavenly Strikes!

The advantages of the Brightmoon 8 . 0 mech were perfectly utilized . It attempted to grasp hold of the opponent's weakness and kill it quickly while moving at a high speed .

Yet Masasi and Atos wore concerned looks on their faces . In the time elapsed, there were more than 64 strikes . 81 consecutive attacks???

They looked at each other, perplexed . It's had only been some time, and Milo had made such a great leap in performance?

No, it might be that it was only attainable in an environment like CT .

An anaerobic forced operation of 81 consecutive attacks, even players with Ability X matched with a Brightmoon 8 . 0 would probably choke to death under the stress of the attacks .

But it was possible in CT .

It seemed that Milo had gotten serious .

People . Even the more rational and well-tempered ones can get provoked .

BOOM!

An earth-shaking explosion .

Sparks flew all over .

It was over!

Masasi and Atos smiled . Doing 81 consecutive attacks in CT was also a good gauge for doing the same in real life as they would remember how it felt . As they grew in capabilities, using it was only a matter of time .

Skeleton did a considerably good deed .

Then the sound system rang . "Skeleton, win!"

The audience from Earth had yet to react, but the normally calm Moon crowd had already stormed out . Some even jumped from their seats like flocks of ducks whose food was taken .

That was absolutely impossible . The consecutive kills had never, ever failed on the Moon . It was impossible for it to be defeated on Earth! It was rigged!

The ultimate move had the potential to take down a group of people all at once . In the battle that brought her to fame, Lady Stormsword had used it to kill five platinum class players in an instant, bringing her up to the diamond class .

Now that her skills improved, she lost the battle instead .

How was that possible?

Compared to the rash audience from the Moon, the usually rowdy Earth viewers were calm . Those who had watched Skeleton battle were long accustomed to it . There was no need to hurry . Even if the analysis took longer, the slow-mo replays would definitely be screened . The truth would be out in no time .

In less than a minute, the glaring reflection from before was presented in front of the audience once again .

It was important to note that the Brightmoon 8 . 0's functions had been risen to a ghastly level, so it could perform an attack on all sides . Even the Wargod No . 1's functions did not allow for a timely turnaround . The difference in levels was stark .

The thing is, nobody said that an opponent's attack could only be blocked from the front .

Shortly past the 10-second mark, people were no longer paying attention to the Brightmoon 8 . 0's boundless, thunderous Song of the Storm, but the Wargod No . 1's boundless defense .

Mech and man were one . Any part of the body could always make the most appropriate defense at any angle . Of the attacks, there were no less than 7 that could not be defended against . But successful defense could be exchanged with minimal costs - some cuts and injuries at non-vital parts were necessary . The Wargod No . 1 had a thin cover, but it was not made of paper . There had to be some sacrifices .

After the 70th defense, there was a complete psychological change . Milo was mentally breaking down bit by bit . She felt that the opponent could not be defeated . The Wargod No . 1 had barely moved . It stood in front of her like a tall, unwavering mountain . It was clear that an upfront stab would take the opponent down, but not a single attack made it .

The 64th stab was her sharpest and best . It was the strike that had the best chance of killing the Wargod No . 1 . But the Wargod No . 1 did not put up any defense . Instead, he slashed out with the alloy knife . The blow came crashing towards her, ready to take both of them down at the same time . In that instant, she decided to dodge instead . No fatal injuries were sustained as she escaped, but from then on, the strength and will behind her attacks drastically fell . Although 81 attacks would be way more suave, it could not be done .

It was too late for Milo to regret .

Decisions made in the spur of the moment always turned the tables on the battlefield .

The braver man wins .

This blow was magnified and replayed . Countless Moon people sighed in pity .

They were awed by the Wargod No . 1's defense skills, but it was a sure-win opportunity for Lady Stormsword, her strongest attack . Yet Lady Stormsword turned "greedy . "

When the 81st attack was made almost out of pure instinct, the Prince and his company could tell that the air of confidence had evaporated .

The Wargod No . 1 had grabbed the assassinating sword with its left hand, its alloy knife piercing through in one stab .

This was the only time the Wargod No . 1 made an attack in the entire course of the battle .

What an easy, relaxed kill . The Brightmoon 8 . 0 had helplessly thrown herself at it .

For some reason, the spectator stand turned silent at this scene .

They could feel the hopelessness the Brightmoon 8 . 0 mech felt .

Lady Stormsword's fighting spirit was completely torn . She lost all confidence in herself .

This level of defense was… terrifying .

Winning without fighting!

Hung on the alloy knife, the Brightmoon 8 . 0 was like a token of victory in an archaic hunt .

And the Wargod No . 1 was the hunter .

There was no other!

Having been through so many battles, the Skeleton Corps shared the same chemistry . They pointed at the rotunda in unity .

It was the hand sign of the Skeleton Corps . Only the space was the end .

Silent cheers were the loudest!

Solon punched his fist in the air . He won! This was not a show-down, but the first ever time the Earth he represented defeated a player from the Moon .

He had a bet with the CEO of the Moon district, and he had an all-time win .

Money was secondary . Their status in the CT Solar System Conference were to change from this point on .

Who said a single man could not change the world?

"It's been hard on all of you . We'll double all your wages for the month!"

Solon waved his arm . The team burst into cheers . They cheered "long live the Boss!"

Bubbly Foam looked calmly at Little Deer . "Comrade Old Deer, you don't seem any surprised at the results!"

Old Deer was indeed steady . "I think… that Lady Stormsword is on her period . "

Forum . The vast population of players were swift in responding .

"Old Deer, your mom's calling for you to go home for milk!"

Masasi and Atos watched the replay in silence . They couldn't bear to remain in their seats for a second longer . This person's style was unlike any on the Solar System, but more like… .

But it was no time to discuss that . Atos looked at Masasi . Masasi grabbed the door handle, only to realise it could not be opened .

"Will you open the door, Milo?"

Masasi tried to use his calmest voice, but there was still no response .

They sighed and resigned to fate . Failing was not scary . What's scary was the opponent using the textbook operations to take you down when you were serious about the game .