154: Chapter 154 This slash will be cool

On the fishing boat, a dark-skinned old captain blankly raised his head, watching the receding steel giant in the sky.

The cigarette in his hand dropped onto the deck.

His mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist.

After a long while, he finally choked out a sentence:

"Mommy..."

He simply couldn't say a word, only watching that steel God of War, holding the huge green statue, disappear into the edge of the sky.

In the cockpit.

Zhang Dabiao panted heavily.

Sweat rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the control console with a sizzle.

His hands trembled uncontrollably.

That slash just now — it drained all his energy.

Completing the draw, aiming, and swinging within 0.8 seconds, and accurately slashing a 3-Mach missile — this had already surpassed human limits.

Even with the neural link, even with the mecha's assistance — that was still the limit of limits.

"Dabiao..."

In the communication channel, Tao Zhe's voice rang out, carrying shock and disbelief.

"You... how the f*ck did you do it..."

Zhang Dabiao didn't answer.

He just gripped the hilt tightly.

Watching the light spot of that fishing boat on the radar.

Watching it float intact on the sea surface.

A smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

"Not bad... Didn't disgrace our Daxia..."

Then — his gaze fell on the other three light spots on the radar.

Three warships.

Serial numbers: DDG-87, DDG-89, DDG-113.

America's Arleigh Burke-class destroyers.

mason, Mustin, uss john finn.

It was them!

It was these three warships that launched those 108 missiles!

It was these missiles that almost killed those fishermen!

Although the fishermen were saved in the end.

But — it was a close call.

If he had been 0.1 seconds slower, or if that slash had deviated by 1 centimeter.

Those fishermen would have died.

Zhang Dabiao stared at those three light spots.

Then — his hand gripped the hilt again.

This time, the blade began to emit a light blue glow.

Energy was being infused.

In the communication channel, Su Mingyuan's voice came through.

"Dabiao..."

He paused for a moment, seemingly organizing his words.

Then, his voice became solemn:

"Good job."

Zhang Dabiao didn't speak, just staring at the three destroyers on the radar.

Su Mingyuan knew what Zhang Dabiao was thinking right now, and he continued:

"This grudge must be avenged. When it's time to bare the sword, one must bare it. Now — it's time for our Daxia to bare its sword!"

A cold sneer pulled at the corner of Zhang Dabiao's mouth.

"Understood."

He violently pulled the control stick!

The mecha came to a sudden stop in the air, and turned around!

Facing the direction of those three destroyers!

Zhang Dabiao took a deep breath.

"Full power. Charge over."

Boom!!!

Vector thrusters fully open!

Blue exhaust flames spewed from the fuselage, reaching tens of meters long!

The mecha turned into a silver-blue comet, dragging a long exhaust flame, charging straight at those three destroyers!

Speed —

1500... 2500... 3500... 4500... 5500...

Sonic boom clouds exploded around the fuselage, like a circle of white halos!

But the mecha was still accelerating!

6000... 6100... 6200...

This was no longer the speed of a fighter jet!

This was the speed of a missile!

On the mason.

The radar operator suddenly screamed: "Captain! The target has changed course! It's charging at us! Speed... speed..."

Looking at the wildly jumping numbers on the screen, his voice went out of tune: "6,200 kilometers per hour! And it's still accelerating! This is impossible!"

The captain turned his head sharply, staring dead at the radar screen: "A fighter jet's limit speed is only over 3,000! How could it —"

"Captain! It's still accelerating!" The radar operator's voice was shaking: "6300... 6500... 7000... What the f*ck is this monster?!"

The captain's face turned pale instantly.

"Launch the missiles! Quick! Launch all the missiles at me!"

"Yes!"

Swish, swish, swish, swish —

48 missiles shot out from the vertical launch System!

Standard-3, Tomahawk, Harpoon — everything that could be launched was launched!

Dragging white smoke, they wove a dense net of death, greeting that silver-blue comet!

But — the mecha did not decelerate!

It still charged straight ahead!

48 missiles whistled and lunged toward that silver-blue comet!

Zhang Dabiao's eyes were cold, his fingers dancing swiftly across the control console.

The mecha suddenly made a sharp turn, side-slipping!

Three missiles brushed past both sides of the fuselage, less than five meters apart!

Another roll!

Another five missiles brushed past!

The 44-meter-tall steel giant performed maneuver actions in the air that only fighter jets could make!

"Twin barrels, open fire!"

Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat —

The 20mm autocannons poured out crazily!

One missile was blown up! Two, three, five!

Fireballs bloomed in the sky!

But there were still a dozen missiles rushing over!

Boom, boom, boom, boom —

Continuous explosions detonated on the mecha's body!

Firelight swallowed the mecha!

Thick smoke rolled, blocking out the sky and sun!

"Hit!"

The radar operator shouted excitedly.

The captain also breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing onto his chair: "Great... With so many missiles, even an aircraft carrier would —"

Before he could finish his words.

Amidst the thick smoke — a silver light and shadow rushed out!

The mecha was completely unscathed!

There were only some scorched marks on the armor's surface, not even a dent!

To the skyfall steel armor, the explosions of those missiles —

Were just like scratching an itch!

"How is that possible?!"

The radar operator's voice went out of tune.

The captain bounced up from his chair, staring dead at the screen: "This... This is impossible!"

But —

An even more despairing thing happened.

"It... It drew its blade..."

The radar operator's voice was filled with fear.

The mecha's right hand gripped the hilt.

Slowly, from its waist, it drew out that 20-meter-long battle blade.

On the blade, the blue light was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes!

Like a bolt of blue lightning held in the steel giant's hand!

The captain looked at that blade, looking at that unscathed, still-charging steel God of War.

His entire body froze.

His mouth opened, but he couldn't make any sound.

His mind was blank.

Only one thought remained —

It's over.

Distance: 10 kilometers... 8 kilometers... 5 kilometers...

The mecha's speed reached the limit!

8,800 kilometers per hour!

Approaching 8 Mach!

The entire fuselage was burning!

Not the thruster's flame — it was the high temperature generated by friction with the air that made the armor's surface glow red!

Like a shooting star!

Descending from the sky!

Zhang Dabiao held the knife, his eyes only having that destroyer.

In his mind, however, that fishing boat from just now emerged.

"Just a little bit more, and it would have been too late."

He took a deep breath.

Distance: 3 kilometers... 2 kilometers... 1 kilometer...

"Group Leader Su."

Zhang Dabiao suddenly spoke, his voice carrying amusement.

"Has the satellite been adjusted over? Be sure to film it —"

He raised his blade!

The 44-meter-tall mecha, holding the 20-meter-long battle blade!

The blue light on the blade grew brighter and brighter, beginning to extend outward — forming an energy blade dozens of meters long!

Blue plasma danced on the blade, distorting the surrounding air and even bending the light!

In the cockpit.

Zhang Dabiao grinned, his eyes reflecting that destroyer hanging the Stars and Stripes.

"This slash —"

"Will be very cool!"