Capítulo 1155: Chapter 921: Fancy Maneuvers
The [Wind Patrol] cha of Jixing Academy roared its twin engines simultaneously at the mont Fa Chiyu spoke, and four groups of jet propulsion blasted out four streams of airwaves.
The entire cha unexpectedly launched over ten ters high from the ground!
Overlooking the ground from mid-air, [Wind Patrol] swung both hands to the sides simultaneously, and two boorangs cut out two blue trajectories in the air.
“Bomi Beam Slow-down Boorangs, as long as these two boorangs hit, the circuits beneath the armor will be swiftly influenced by the Bomi Beam with strong penetration. Once the precision optical path freezes, the opponent’s local limbs will lose responsiveness.”
“This is entirely the prelude to long-distance precision shooting!”
“But that [Sniper Fortress] hasn’t shown any signs of movent.”
The crowd, shocked by that domineering ID, now astonishingly realized that the cha had yet to show any sign of opening fire.
“The trajectory of those two slow-down boorangs is too elusive; wanting to hit them with point shooting is utterly impossible. Only evasion can be relied upon… is that the Fire God Cannon!? ”
The speaking student suddenly charged to the guardrails of the stands, their eyes nearly popping out.
They saw the orange-painted cha grabbing the heavy cannon single-handedly on its shoulder, pulling out a six-barrel Fire God Cannon with its empty hands from behind!
With that buzz…
The motor’s sound of rotation arose, and the six barrels of the Fire God Cannon suddenly spun.
“How could a man randomly fire? Missing a shot would insult my na as the Dingchuan Cannon King!”
Yin Shuai’s proud white hair tapered upward, forcefully inserting both hands into the arm coordination device, then a helt precisely fitted to the head, lowering its pale yellow lens.
Assembly sounds of cha operation began, transforming him into the machine gunner of a rapid-firing platform.
White Hair’s setup inside the cockpit was exceedingly professional at this mont.
“Hahaha, feel the pain of being dominated by fear.”
A fervent shout echoed, displaying a left-right view on White Hair’s spectacles of two boorangs.
He thrust both hands forward aggressively, pushing his thumbs firmly down.
Da da da da!
The Fire God Cannon’s six barrels suddenly sprayed fiery gun flas half a ter long.
Loaded with twenty rounds of tracer bullets, during the rapidly firing of the Fire God Cannon, the rain of bullets montarily ford a straight line in the sky.
However, this line of fire had an angular deviation of over 30° from the nearest left boorang.
“What! That’s way off.”
Sounds of fainting erupted in the stands, yet nobody knew that inside the cockpit, data streams flashed across White Hair’s left pupil.
“Crosshair correction… recoil variable calculation…”
Less than a fifth of a second later, White Hair’s mouth drew a slight curve, with his exaggerated excitent turning into calmness.
“I see you…”
A firm press of the grip by both hands!
In all spectators’ astonished gazes, the line of fire shot by the Fire God Cannon suddenly swerved to the side.
Cutting through a trajectory within viewers’ retinas at high speed, it accurately passed through… the first slow-down boorang.
Da da da!
Instantly, dense sparks rose dramatically on the boorang.
A loud bang echoed, the diagonal boorang of about 2 ters was blown up in mid-air, exploding into a blue viscous light mist.
“Did it really hit?!”
Countless people exclaid, yet this was not the end. Only to see the fire continued while the cha twisted its upper body swiftly to the other side.
In everyone’s wide-eyed astonishnt, the line of fire from Fire God Cannon carving a scorching path into an empty zone.
“There’s nothing there…”
Bam!
The latter half of that sentence was swallowed into their guts.
Yet another clump of blue sticky light mist detonated.
Da da…
The Fire God Cannon ceased spinning; beneath the [Sniper Fortress], yellow bullet shells fell into a pile.
“Using the Fire God Cannon to sweep two slow boorangs mid-air is unheard of!”
Ghost Tiger Crock murmured to himself.
As this scene unfolded, the entire cha team of Dingchuan Academy fell silent.
The only thing that could refute queries and mockeries was indisputable combat!
“Truly a skilled master hidden away.”
“So powerful, why doesn’t he use a heavier [Battlefield Fortress]? The massive physique and heavy weight suit this genius sharpshooter.”
“Could this cha be better for aiming?”
Mo Huaren murmured beside, listening to the hushed discussions behind.
Mu Fan, however, rarely felt any resonance, looking unusually at ease because of this peculiar teammate. From his long-standing experience…
It could not be rely because of performance; maybe it just looks cool.
Although this shooting skill…
Mu Fan could only envy.
…
“Cheer for the great I! For you to rember my dazzling persona, this Sniper Fortress was specially chosen to carry the cannon… the slimst model!”
“Is this the cutest height difference in history?”
“Let my flair save your eyes!”
White Hair maintained his elite machine gunner pose, but his shrill and arrogant laughter completely ruined his expert deanor.
With a thud, White Hair controlled the cha to toss away the empty Fire God Cannon.
The cha instantly felt lighter.
At this mont, six trails of white smoke suddenly appeared on either side of Wind Patrol in mid-air. Six War Scythe Tracking Missiles whirled in the air as they whizzed directly at him.
The cha itself drew a long Alloy Sword and raised it high, preparing to leverage its potential energy for a powerful downward slash.
“The Sniper Fortress can’t dodge! It threw away its Fire God Cannon too!”
Amidst people’s cries of alarm, the Sniper Fortress clutched its sturdy giant cannon with both hands.
The muzzle slightly raised!
“Can this thing blast away missiles?”
Of course, the voices from outside couldn’t be heard inside the cockpit.
But at this mont, White Hair instinctively shouted at the top of his lungs, “The ultimate move—One Shot, One Soul!”
BOOM…
From the rear of the giant cannon, thick white smoke suddenly rose.
A ter-long fla flashed from the muzzle.
“It’s firing…”
Ghost Tiger Crock frowned deeply, monts earlier he wasn’t sure if he heard two gunshots after the resonating cannon blast.
Perhaps it was an illusion.
But at this mont, a panicked shout suddenly reached his ears.
“The shell’s curving!?”
In the sky, Boogie Billy’s eyes widened; he blinked hard, unable to believe what he was seeing.
A red trajectory flashing in an inverse arc appeared in the air, directly entering the rear of Wind Patrol in their sight…
BOOM!
The Wind Patrol cha, already in a forward-charging pose, suddenly halted its downward motion and, doubling its speed, shot past Sniper Fortress’s head…
Crashing heavily into the energy shield, half of it exploded into fragnts.
At this mont, the six missiles had locked onto the heat source from six tricky angles, diving sharply downwards.
“Life-saving move—Air Bomb!”
In the cockpit, White Hair yelled again.
In the eyes of Mr. Boogie Billy, who couldn’t close his mouth, the flamboyant orange cha aid its cannon muzzle downward, hit the ground heavily, and pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
A wave of white exploded.
The sturdy cannon barrel burst open, but an orange silhouette shot upward like a rocket.
The six missiles nearly hit the ground simultaneously.
BOOM!
At this mont, a blazing firewave.
The firewave combined with a shockwave.
The orange cha at this mont soared straight up over twenty ters.
Even parallel to the view of the spectators in the audience seats…
White Hair, inside the cockpit, through the optical monitor, saw the shock and awe in their eyes, and his face showed a satisfied expression.
“The feeling of standing at the peak is really lonely…”
“I have road the stars for years, undefeated, this feeling truly is…”
“Lonely as snow.”
Amidst his tuts of lantation, White Hair, still wearing the coordination device, pressed both hands to his lips.
Then suddenly spread them open to the sides.
The orange cha in mid-air instantly blew a stage-style kiss, dazzling everyone’s eyes.
Then utilizing the still functional jet propulsion, executed a vector jet.
The cha spun abruptly, arms bent.
Like a Warrior displaying back muscles.
The proud six characters gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.
[Grandpa Stands Proud]!
“Ugh.”
Below the stage, Supervisor Fa from Jixing Academy clutched his chest suddenly.
He only felt his vision blur, as his blood pressure soared the next mont.
Seemingly about to faint on the ground in the next second.
…
What the hell is with the contestants today!
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