Hu Ping pulled back slightly, then charged forward again. As artillery shells rained down, he kept advancing at full speed, activating the cha’s anti-gravity device and wind control system to full power. At the mont of contact with the shells, he was like a light leaf, brushing past them without triggering an explosion.
He dodged the weapons attack within the sub-range, but five tracking missiles still hung over his head.
Hu Ping threw out a strong jamr. The mont it was launched, the tracking missiles turned and went after the jamr.
The series of moves wowed the audience, and the host clapped wildly, "Incredible, the most exciting scene I’ve hosted today. Ah Ping did it. This mont deserves to go down in the textbooks. chas truly stand at the pinnacle of technology, and the cha Master gives it a soul."
The enemy’s heavy cha continued with a second round of similar operations.
Hu Ping ascended behind it, smoothly entering the blind spot of the heavy cha’s attack lock.
He opened fire, easily disabling a weapon on the left arm of the heavy ch. These externally mounted weapons, unlike Black Wing, weren’t professionally attached, and could be removed instantly.
With lightning speed, he charged again.
He forcefully pushed the gravity conversion, turning the anti-gravity into a supersonic descent.
The heavy cha Master only heard the sound of his own shots firing, followed by all-pervasive explosions, causing him to bleed from his ears and nose.
Then a sharp weapon pierced through the left arm of his cha. Sohow, Hu Ping managed to disarm him.
The heavy cha Master was both angry and anxious, wanting to escape, but he forgot that his cha was a heavy type, loaded with burdens.
Running in front of a light cha was like a snail crawling.
Hu Ping taunted, "Don’t run, don’t run, show what you’ve got, or I’ll have to kill you."
"Madman." The opponent directly pressed the surrender button and admitted defeat.
The match ended without suspense.
This Ah Ping was not favored by many, so the odds were high.
The host blurted out inadvertently, "Made a fortune, cough, I am imnsely honored to host this match, very exciting, though it lasted just over a minute, Ah Ping presented us with incredibly captivating piloting skills. Congratulations to Ah Ping on winning."
The audience followed the host in applause, the shorter the initial ga, the more it displayed the essence of cha Master’s piloting skills.
Equally matched gas are definitely later, which will be a contest of the ultimate human level.
Hu Ping chuckled and imdiately went into the second match.
Ten "Vegetable Farrs" completed five matches within an hour.
They were quite lucky, not encountering strong opponents, their performances noteworthy.
Getting five points was quite a breeze.
The audience felt an unparalleled satisfaction from the "Vegetable Farrs" matches.
"Brother Ah Ping’s piloting angle is so cool, I’m in love. What’s his personal account? I want to be his die-hard fan."
"The most ordinary na, the most incredible driving skills."
"Ji Er is Ji Heng, right? Why does such a cool and arrogant guy choose such a la na?"
"So handso, so handso, and a few young ladies are also so dashing."
"Don’t know which school they’re from, don’t even know where they erged from, they actually didn’t leave any personal accounts."
"Their piloting skills seem so far apart from those of ordinary cha Masters."
"To , it looks very professional."
"My brother is a soldier on leave, and he’s watched the dozens of most popular battles now. He sumd it up in one word: groundbreaking. He says this generation of young people has many innovative ideas."
"I haven’t seen the matches you’re talking about, and I don’t know when I can watch the replay."
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