446: Chapter 446 Interstellar Raiders

Another location in the Dark Universe.

The wreckage of a fourth-order spaceship was silently floating in the Void Realm.

The hull had been completely penetrated and broken into two halves from the middle.

The fractured bulkhead exposed a tangled and twisted mass of pipelines.

A few spots were still emitting tiny electrical sparks.

But as soon as they flared up, they were frozen out by the low temperature of the Dark Universe.

Fragments of several corpses floated around the wreckage, completely frozen stiff.

Wang Tianming stood on the wreckage of the spaceship, his posture slightly hunched, his steps unsteady, and his breathing heavy.

The surface of the sixth-order battle armor on him was still intact, smooth and as good as new.

There were no cracks, no dents, and not even a single scratch.

Sixth-order battle armor was not something a Sixth Rank Martial Artist could break.

But Wang Tianming himself could no longer hold on.

He only had Fifth-Order cultivation.

Although the armor could perfectly withstand all attacks, it required him to use his own energy to maintain its operation.

Every time he was hit, a fraction of his energy was drained away.

He had been holding out here for over half an hour.

Grant led three Middle Stage Rank Six subordinates and a group of Fifth-Order underlings, their attacks smashing down like a rainstorm.

Blade lights, flames, ice crystals, and energy beams bombarded him in turns.

Every strike was perfectly absorbed by the armor.

The armor did not move at all, but the energy within his body was rapidly bottoming out.

Wang Tianming's breathing grew heavier, cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and his fingers holding the broken sword were trembling slightly.

His cultivation was too weak.

Fifth-Order against Sixth Order Completion, the gap was simply too huge.

If not for the sixth-order battle armor on his body, he would have died countless times already.

The corpse of the Soul Ant had already gone cold.

The Late Stage Rank Six Soul Ant had been jointly besieged by the opponents half an hour ago and was the first to fall in battle.

Its corpse was hacked into two halves, with one half hanging on the edge of the spaceship and the other half long gone.

Wang Tianming truly never expected to encounter such a thing.

In order to complete his master's mission.

When he was in Lingyuan City, he had clearly kept a low profile to the extreme.

There was nothing eye-catching about him, and he had been cautious all the way, fearing that he might be targeted by someone.

Yet, he was still targeted in the end.

Half a month ago.

Wang Tianming was noticed by Grant's underlings outside the Lingyuan Secret Realm.

A Fifth-Order Martial Artist driving a fourth-order spaceship.

In the eyes of interstellar raiders like Grant, this was a fat fish delivering itself right to his doorstep.

Grant didn't even go to watch the once-in-a-century Friendship Tournament, and directly brought people to follow him.

In Grant's words:

"What is so good about the Friendship Tournament? Tianlang Empire wins every year."

"The profits from a single deal are enough to watch a hundred years of Friendship Tournaments."

Following all the way for half a month.

Until they were far away from the Lingyuan Empire capital and came to a place not far from the lair of the Void Hunting Group.

Grant finally made his move.

Wang Tianming gritted his teeth, steadied the broken sword a bit, and stared fixedly in Grant's direction.

He couldn't run.

The opponent's cultivation was high, and there were many people.

Their speed was faster than his, sealing off all avenues of retreat.

But he was not afraid either.

From the moment he was attacked, he had sent a message to his master.

He just needed to hold out until his master arrived.

Grant stood on a floating metal plate, holding a long saber in his hand, his expression a mix of excitement and irritation.

"Sixth-order battle armor..."

His voice rippled in the air, carrying intense greed.

"A mere Fifth-Order Martial Artist like you is actually wearing sixth-order battle armor!"

"I've been in this trade for so many years, and I haven't even touched the edge of sixth-order battle armor!"

"The boss has one, but that belongs to the boss!"

"With so many men under me, we can't even gather a decent piece of armor!"

The more he talked, the more energetic he became, and he shouted at Wang Tianming once more:

"Hey! Kid! Take off the armor! I will spare your life! I can even make you the sixth boss of the Void Hunting Group! How about that! Isn't that a great deal!"

Wang Tianming ignored him.

Seeing his impervious attitude, the excited smile on Grant's face faded a bit, replaced by an irrepressible irritation.

They had been fighting for over half an hour.

The opponent was just a Fifth-Order Martial Artist, yet the armor on his body remained completely motionless.

His blade slashed onto it, not even leaving a white mark.

"Damn it..."

Grant cursed in a low voice.

He knew sixth-order battle armor was powerful, but he didn't expect it to be this outrageous.

Three Middle Stage Rank Six plus himself at Sixth Order Completion, having fought for so long, and the opponent hadn't even scraped a bit of skin.

They could only grind it out.

Using a siege to drain the opponent's energy bit by bit.

Once the opponent's energy was exhausted and unable to drive the armor, he would naturally become a living target.

But this process might last for several days.

The more Grant thought about it, the angrier and more anxious he became.

He was the dignified fifth boss of the Void Hunting Group, with Sixth Order Completion cultivation.

Leading a complete raider team, yet being stalled here in a dry grind by a Fifth-Order small fry.

If this got out, how could he hold his head high in the hunting group in the future?

"Beat him to death for me! Don't let him catch his breath!"

Grant let out a loud roar and slashed a blade over first.

The blade light cut a bright arc in the Dark Universe, precisely smashing onto the armor on Wang Tianming's chest.

Wang Tianming was shaken back two steps, his back slamming against the fractured bulkhead, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.

The armor was still intact.

But the already meager energy inside Wang Tianming's body was drained by another chunk.

He gritted his teeth, stood firm again, and held the broken sword horizontally in front of him.

Looking at his appearance, Grant became more annoyed the more he looked.

The tall and thin subordinate beside him leaned over and said in a low voice:

"Fifth Boss, having fought for so long, should we send a message to the First Boss?"

Grant turned his head and glared at him: "Send what message!"

"This kid has already stalled us for over an hour. In case he still has a trump card, or..."

The subordinate paused.

"After all, this is still within the territory of the Lingyuan Empire. If we run into the patrol forces, it won't be easy for us to explain."

Grant fell silent.

His fingers clutching the saber hilt tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened.

He knew his subordinate made sense.

This was indeed still the territory of the Lingyuan Empire, and their group of raiders inherently could not see the light of day.

If they really ran into the patrol forces, the trouble wouldn't be small.

Yet he was reluctant.

Once the message was sent and the First Boss came, this sixth-order battle armor would definitely not have a share for him.

That person the First Boss never spat out bones when eating meat.

"Damn it..."

Grant cursed again.

Thinking over and over again, he finally smashed his saber down.

"Send! Send a message to the First Boss!"

"Just say we caught a big fish! Sixth-order battle armor! Tell him to hurry over!"

That subordinate immediately began transmitting the message.

The expression on Grant's face was as gloomy as if water was about to drip from it.

He had painstakingly followed and ambushed for half a month, only to end up working for the First Boss in the end.

However... it was better than getting nothing at all.

After the First Boss finished eating the meat, he could at least leave him a sip of soup.

Grant took a deep breath, suppressed the grievance in his heart, raised his long saber again, and slashed another blade towards Wang Tianming's direction.

"Keep hitting him for me! Don't stop!"

The attack fell once more.

Wang Tianming blocked another round.

The armor remained intact, but he could feel that the energy inside his body was about to bottom out.

He supported himself with the broken sword, panting, but his gaze did not waver by a single bit.

His master was on the way.

He just needed to hold out.

When his master arrived, not a single one of these people would be able to escape.