Shadows of the Deep Space Chapter 1714 - 543: Mutation (Part 2)
Previously on Shadows of the Deep Space...
"Big brother, you lost!"
"Impressive, it seems I underestimated you!"
Camton maneuvered his mecha, dropping the massive mechanical axe and striking a pose of surrender.
"Just lucky!"
Fager grinned while pulling back his beam saber.
Right then, Camton abruptly directed his mecha into a sneak attack, its chest panel flipping open to expose a circular cavity that fired dark spikes.
Fager's face shifted slightly, moments before he could evade.
Crack!
Mist Hunter got struck in an instant.
Sizzle~
The mecha froze up completely right away.
Camton rapidly had his mecha snatch the mechanical giant axe and rise, erupting in wild laughter.
"Haha, Sixth Brother, you're too naive. Haven't you heard that all is fair in war?"
"I surrender!"
Fager promptly admitted defeat, though his features revealed no dismay, just a sinister grin.
The crowd roared with thrill.
"Camton!"
...
"I hereby announce, Lord Camton wins!"
The female host proclaimed with exhilaration.
Hokas viewed the spectacle and sighed in resignation.
"My money!"
"No helping it, Fager let his guard down and fell for the ambush, but these fights allow anything goes, nothing more to say."
Su Ming stated coolly.
"I know, just venting my frustration."
Hokas yawned while stretching and responded.
Soon enough, Fager stepped off the arena, and the next bout kicked off shortly.
More than an hour passed, and the top eight contenders were set.
Before long, Su Ming's squad took the stage once more, facing off against the Black Death Society's group. Their leader, Kuka, commanded a upgraded Light Wing powered by a nuclear fission reactor, with his four followers all in Third Generation Mecha·Gray Pigeon.
The female host hyped up the crowd.
"Now, the Holy Army clashes with the Black Death Society. Though Novlin's crew fields only three mechas, expect the unexpected—a miracle might happen! The battle starts now!"
"Stick with me, concentrate fire and eliminate that fool!"
Kuka's gaze hardened as he piloted the Light Wing Mecha alongside two allies, barreling straight at Su Ming.
His remaining two teammates split off to engage Novlin's group.
Instead of evading, Su Ming charged boldly right at the frontmost Kuka!
The audience witnessed Su Ming's direct assault and exploded in cheers.
From the primary observation deck.
Otaine and his companions were just as stunned, considering the identical Third Generation Mecha matchup.
This fighter actually rushed forward without hesitation, especially after the prior bout where the Heart Devouring Association had been caught off-guard by underestimating their foes.
The Black Death Society had clearly planned a total encirclement on this opponent!
"Seeking death!"
Spotting Su Ming's approach, Kuka ignited his energy shield to intercept, thrusting his spear with savage force.
A few seconds of locking him down would allow his backup to swarm, sealing Su Ming's doom.
Su Ming's eyes narrowed sharply, whipping his spear in a exact arc.
Crack!
Kuka's spear veered off course instantly, his face twisting in shock.
In that split second, Su Ming unleashed a barrage of spear strikes like a tempest on the Light Wing!
Crack!
The Light Wing's energy barrier shattered explosively under the brutal impact.
Kuka pulled back in alarm.
The pair of Gray Pigeons struck from both flanks, slashing beam sabers at Su Ming.
Su Ming parried both strikes fluidly with his spear, then lashed out like a ghostly shadow at the Gray Pigeons.
The two Gray Pigeons defended desperately.
But their blocks proved futile.
Energy barriers cracked repeatedly under the onslaught, finally exploding.
The fans leaped to their feet, yelling in ecstasy.
"Incredible, crush them!"
"Too awesome!"
...
Atop the main viewing platform.
The Jikol Corps Commander observed with a disturbed expression.
Holding off three at once was impressive, yet the real issue lay in one pilot dominating three foes with inferior mecha specs.
Otaine buzzed with excitement too, feeling the rush—it had been ages since witnessing such a spectacular clash.
Seeing his subordinates falter, Kuka drove the Light Wing into a forward rush.
Su Ming piloted Gun Knight to deliver a powerful boot that hurled one Gray Pigeon away, his spear glancing off a beam saber before plunging into another's midsection, then at full thrust, he launched the entire mecha at the oncoming Kuka.
Kuka swung his spear without pause, batting aside the airborne Gray Pigeon.
That's when Su Ming's Gun Knight bore down directly, spear thrusting like a blazing comet.
Kuka's eyes widened, lifting his spear to parry.
Sizzle!
Gun Knight's spear sliced past Kuka's weapon, straight into the cockpit.
Crack!
The spear fully impaled the cockpit, its tip halting exactly ten centimeters from Kuka, perfectly steady.
Cold sweat drenched Kuka, his lips quivering faintly.
Monrao of the Black Death Society had his face turn grim in an instant.
Right then, Su Ming maneuvered Gun Knight to retract the spear, completely free of any bloodstains.
"Holy Army!"
…
The crowd beheld the sight and erupted in frenzied cheers.
Otaine lifted his hand in applause, praising Jikol admiringly.
"Brother Jikol, your subordinate’s skills are exceptional, I really like them. After the competition, don’t forget to introduce me!"
"No problem."
Jikol kept his face serene, yet his mind churned like raging oceans—that piloting prowess was indescribable.
He conceded he likely couldn’t replicate it himself.
Jikol felt deep bewilderment: precisely who was operating Gun Knight?
Camton and the rest bore solemn expressions, overwhelmed by crushing pressure; Gun Knight’s mastery was utterly phenomenal. They even harbored the bizarre sensation that the bout resembled a father instructing his boy.