Then, everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Four suits of black power armor, like a red-hot Battle Saber, crashed into the impenetrable torrent of steel with unstoppable force!
Their coordination was exquisite, honed to perfection!
One suit of power armor was like a moving mountain, its heavy Long Saber blocking every frontal assault.
Another, like a rampaging bear, used a pair of claws crackling with electricity to tear any approaching enemy to shreds.
The third suit of power armor moved like a phantom, innurable lethal throwing knives shooting from its hands to precisely eliminate all threats from the flanks and rear.
And their spearhead, the Martial Artist in power armor wielding a black Long Spear, was like a true ruler of the battlefield!
His figure weaved and dodged through the enemy ranks, his Long Spear moving like a dragon. With every strike, a chanical Lord hidden deep within the Immortal Legion was unerringly shot through the head!
Decapitation!
It was a decapitation tactic—brutally unreasonable and terrifyingly efficient!
The four suits of power armor advanced steadily toward the besieged Qin Lan’s Team, moving as a single unit that had coordinated for a thousand years.
In just half a day, they had, in this devastating fashion, utterly slaughtered the hundred-plus chanical Race lifeforms besieging Qin Lan’s Team, along with the tens of thousands of constructs under their command!
The four mbers of Qin Lan’s Team were completely dumbfounded.
They stared blankly at the four black power armor suits, which moved like Demon Gods strolling through a garden as they reaped the lives of one chanical Lord after another. Their hearts were filled with a mixture of incredulous joy and shock.
Not until the final chanical Lord was pierced by the Long Spear and the eyes of all surrounding chanical constructs extinguished did the world return to a dead silence.
Only then did the four black suits of power armor cease their slaughter and slowly walk toward them.
Leading them was the sa mysterious expert who had wielded the Long Spear and left them in utter shock.
Under the grateful and awestruck gazes of Qin Lan and the others, the four power armor suits removed their helts in near-perfect unison with a CLICK.
Revealing four young, resolute faces.
When Qin Lan got a clear look at the leader’s face, she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
She recognized that face.
It was the new student Yin Jing had pointed out to her when they were assembling for departure.
The one she had chuckled and called a "little monster," but had never truly taken seriously... Qin Feng!
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’I considered countless possibilities.’
’I thought they might be reinforcents from Senior Brother Qianhe, or maybe a veteran senior from another team who had been hiding his true strength, or even an Imperial Patrol Team that just happened to be passing by.’
’But I never, ever imagined that the one who strolled through an army of thousands, his spear striking like a dragon to precisely execute one chanical Lord after another, the one who literally dragged us back from the brink of death, would be this new student who, in my mind, was rely a "talented up-and-cor"!’
This was beyond simply being "strong."
The breathtaking scenes from monts ago replayed uncontrollably in Qin Lan’s mind.
That ghost-like Body Technique, weaving effortlessly through a hail of gunfire, treating the entire battlefield like his own backyard.
That god-like spear technique, where every strike was perfectly tid, precisely aid at the enemy’s core weak points, without a single wasted movent.
But the most terrifying thing was his battlefield awareness, an insight that seed to see through everything!
He could always, in the midst of chaos, instantly locate the chanical Lords hidden behind layers of protection, and then decapitate them in the simplest, most direct, and most savage way possible!
’This kind of power... this level of performance...’
Qin Lan subconsciously compared herself to Qin Feng and arrived at a cold, cruel conclusion that made her heart clench.
’I’m not even close to his level!’
’If we switched places and I had to execute that sa forced advance and decapitation tactic, I might be able to do it, but there’s no way I could do it with Qin Feng’s casual ease. And I certainly couldn’t have dismantled such a massive chanical Legion in just half a day!’
’What is his true strength?’
Qin Lan’s mind was filled with incomprehensible confusion and shock.
She clearly rembered so key information Yin Jing had ntioned about Qin Feng before they set out.
A year and a half ago, during the "Starwalker-7" mission, Qin Feng’s life force index was only around 70 points!
’A year and a half!’
For Martial Artists of their level, increasing one’s life force index by 20 points in a year and a half was already considered incredibly diligent, hard-working, and rapid progress.
But now?
The terrifying explosive power and speed Qin Feng had just displayed, enough to crush a chanical Lord, was absolutely not sothing a person with a re 100-point life force index could possess!
’Just how high is his life force index?!’
Just as Qin Lan’s mind was reeling, Qin Feng and his team walked up to them.
"Senior, Yin Jing, how did your team end up like this?"
Qin Feng’s gaze swept over Qin Lan’s empty left sleeve and her face, which was as pale as paper. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
His voice snapped Qin Lan out of the violent storm in her mind, and also made everyone present subconsciously turn to look at the young new student who stood with her head bowed, her body trembling uncontrollably.
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