classifiedscript Chapter 379 - 188:
Chapter 379 - 188:
If Su Jiameng caught sight of the Cross Saber "Shengping" in Liang Xiaonuo’s hand, she might become deeply nostalgic. In the future interstellar, although mechas are the mainstay of war, relying solely on pure energy bombardment has a time limit, whereas the Insect Race continues without end.
Many times, the energy and ammunition of the mechas are exhausted, but the number of the Insect Race remains overwhelming. A mecha without energy supply becomes scrap metal with no use at all. The Alliance Warriors only have heroes who fight to the last breath, not cowards who run from battle.
Mechas become scrap metal? No worries, with the strength of the body, picking up cold weapons, you can still deliver the Insect Race to the grave! It’s exhilarating to pilot a mecha to annihilate the Insect Race, but Su Jiameng prefers the sensation of blades slicing through the bodies of the Insect Race! At least it’s genuine.
In her previous life, Su Jiameng also initially used a Laser Particle Sword, but the operational principle of the Laser Particle Sword also relied on energy; once the energy ran out, it became as useless as the mecha. In desperate times, the cold weapons of Ancient Earth proved more effective.
She also had a saber named "Yongping," meaning "to use this way to create an eternal era of peace and prosperity."
However, when she "betrayed" the Alliance, she left in such a hurry that she forgot to take it with her, which has always been a significant regret. Later, she spent a lot of money to have another saber forged, but the new saber never felt as smooth to use as "Yongping."
If Su Jiameng saw this scene, she might feel that "Shengping" is very similar in form to her once "Yongping," even the main materials and components used in forging were identical. But at this moment, she still has to face an opponent whose strength rivals her own. To see this scene, she would have to wait until after the match is over...
Liang Xiaonuo raised "Shengping," her gaze suddenly sharp, her aura no longer relaxed and casual, but more like... a saber! Su Yanjing looked at the cold and menacing blade in her hand, silently finishing his earlier thought in his mind.
"Kid... remember to protect your neck." As soon as Liang Xiaonuo said this, before Su Yanjing could react, the breath of death descended upon him, and his neck seemed to flash with coldness. Startled, he reflexively used his sword to barely deflect the attack.
Standing firm, he instinctively raised a hand to touch his neck, and it was filled with hot, sticky blood.
This woman... struck too fast! He didn’t even feel the pain before the attack succeeded. If not for his reflexive actions, he might have ended up on the Death List, one of many with a red ID.
Protecting the neck... is that what it meant? Su Yanjing pressed his lips tightly, having witnessed the purely Ancient Martial Arts battle between Su Jiameng and his Grand Uncle. He knew that the Ancient Martial Technique wasn’t just flashy moves, but certainly not as miraculous as in Princess Fusu’s novels. But now, it seems he might need to change his mind.
Perhaps the Ancient Huaxia people of Ancient Earth couldn’t achieve what Princess Fusu described, but with the addition of future interstellar methods, the Ancient Martial Inheritors... can definitely accomplish it. At least that one slash earlier was enough for Su Yanjing to learn a lesson.
"Don’t zone out, or next time, I’ll just slice your neck off!"
Liang Xiaonuo positioned her saber crosswise, and her already imposing presence became even more suffocating. The snow-white saber light traced marks in the air, so fast it was daring not to blink, for fear of missing the most exciting parts in that split second!
In the audience, Qiu Yexuan sat with one leg crossed over the other, leisurely watching the match, next to a very serious Zhu Mengtong. "Tsk tsk... this guy organizing the competition is really high-profile. This chaos is probably the most exciting one in recent years, right?"
Despite hitting a bottleneck in research, Qiu Yexuan, though inwardly agitated, could only suppress it. Haste makes waste, and the more one insists, the easier it is to go astray. She had hoped to see a violent brawl to release some pent-up frustration but lucked out instead...
"Indeed quite powerful..." Zhu Mengtong, seeing familiar figures on the battlefield, was already prepared for the situation of the battle.
Although just a chaotic fight, the various exciting points left no respite for the eyes. Whether it was the Jialanluo Clan’s crowd control or Su Jiameng’s easy handling, or the unprincipled tactics in the Swamp Forest and Abandoned Mine... The high capabilities and quality of the participants made the match incredibly exciting. After watching this competition, many wondered if they could enjoy other matches as much again...