Chapter 140 - Break! (1/2)

Li Mo was unwilling to accept the facts before him. He had prepared the sect-annihilation plan with the utmost care, yet he had actually been destroyed solely by Thirty-Six Hours himself! He was confident that the other sects would have recordings of this fight.

Li Mo was even more unwilling to the fact that all his efforts had become a stepping stone for Thirty-Six Hours to charge toward higher peaks of fame.

Dragon Hall must be destroyed and annihilated! Thirty-Six Hours also must be killed! Li Mo threw caution into the wind. The following is an equivalent in reality: he was like a relatively wealthy man who had sold over half of his stocks to buy this ancient mobile armor.

Of course, in the eyes of everyone present, this mobile armor was still a fortress of war that could move.

“Log off! Run away!”

Qin Fen yelled loudly. He quickly swung the M134 Vulcan Cannon in his hands toward the small alley.

Li Mo could see nothing but Qin Fen in his eyes. He didn’t see the other members of Dragon Hall leave at all, even though it happened. The Vulcan Cannon on the mobile armor’s arm opened fire. The metal flood, like a super talented surgical doctor, caused the wall to fly away through the air like tofu.

Qin Fen threw himself into the small alley, not daring to delay for even half a second. He knew more than anyone else just how strong the combat power of a mobile armor could be.

Drill Instructor Boor’s was not to be trifled with in the field of mobile armors. Not only had Qin Fen gained skills in the field of piloting mobile armor’s from being trained by Boor, he could also be said to know even various information on mobile armors from the inside out.

The mobile armor before him was of the very first generation. Even though it had already been decommissioned from the military, this didn’t mean that it was lacking in power.

Each of its arms had an M134 Vulcan Cannon installed. It possessed a superpower from the might of shooting 12,000 rounds per minute. It totally could form a perfect net of firepower all by itself.

Below its arms were two Type 92 battalion guns. These possessed an automatic reload capability, allowing very high firing rates to be maintained.

Qin Fen didn’t believe that he possessed the strength to face off against a first-generation mobile armor. He fled away at high speed, but the speed of the M134 Vulcan Cannons in Li Mo’s hands was not slow. Rows and rows of bullets tightly followed the locations where Qin Fen ran past, causing dust and fragments of earth to stir into clouds the heights of men.

Though he had escaped into the small alley, there was no amount of safety that could be said in this place. The Type 92 battalion cannons beneath the mobile armor roared, and the wall in the alley where Qin Fen was at immediately turn into a pile of rubble.

“Ha ha ha ha! Die then! Die for me!”

Li Mo had gone mad and hysterical. He only saw Qin Fen in his eyes. He disregarded whatever offenses or penalties he made toward countless sects in this wanton destruction. He didn’t think about whether or not the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains would still exist after the battle and whether he could still continue to hang around in these parts. All he wanted to do was get rid of Qin Fen.

All the other sects who weren’t participating in the battle felt a certain delight.

Li Mo would certainly annihilate Dragon Hall in his madness. At the same time, he would send himself into the abyss of hell. The other sects, who participated in this battle, would suffer great losses as well.

If this were to continue, a giant blank area of power would emerge on the street — an area where the other sects could develop on.

Quite a few of the other sect-holders thought about this and couldn’t help revealing faint smiles. They stared leisurely at the wall that had turned into rubble. They only cared about whether or not Thirty-Six Hours had died.

The collapsed wall was deathly silent. Some people had begun to guess that Thirty-Six Hours had died and that the war had come to an end.

Clatter…

The piles of rubble on the ground shook for a moment, and Li Mo’s two M134 Vulcan Cannons and Type 92 battalion guns opened fire at the same time.

Everyone watched the powerful and fierce firepower, and they were all secretly fearful. Even an elephant, let alone Thirty-Six Hours, hiding beneath the rubble would turn into chunks of meat.

“Right here….”

Behind the wall opposite to the street, Qin Fen held the M134 Vulcan Cannon and appeared before everyone’s eyes. The M134 Vulcan Cannon was facing none other than Li Mo’s mobile armor.

Those spectating the fight really didn’t know how to describe the shock in their hearts! My God! Did this man throw himself into that alley? How did he appear on the opposite side of the street? What had moved beneath the rubble just now? What was up with that? He’s actually not running, and he actually showed himself? What does he want to do? Could it be that he seeks to use the M134 Vulcan Cannon in his hand to destroy the mobile armor? Has he gone mad?

The shock had yet to be fully felt by everyone when the M134 Vulcan Cannon in Qin Fen’s hands began to open fire! A torrential metal flood struck the body of the mobile armor, causing clanking sounds of collisions to ring out.

Qin Fen’s appearance gave Li Mo a fright. The fright lasted until the bullets hit the body of his mobile armor. This caused him to smile. The M134 Vulcan Cannon could easily shred a person’s body to pieces. It could easily crush a wall to pieces, but this didn’t mean that it could pierce the mobile armor of Li Mo.

Li Mo controlled the mobile armor to slowly swivel its body. At the same time, he utilized its loudspeaker to say, “Thirty-Six Hours, have you been scared senseless? You think you can pierce through my mobile armor with that scrap metal in your hands? If you were a meteor level expert or greater who could control Mag Drive Flying Swords, perhaps I would be afraid of your flying swords cleaving the head off of my mobile armor. However, you are nothing more than a four-star warrior. I will let you taste what is called the despair of death! You can open fire all you want, and you can strike all you want—”

Before Li Mo could finish speaking, Qin Fen’s M134 Vulcan Cannon in his hand had already gone empty. Qin Fen had already used up all his bullets, countless thousands of them, with the motorized high-speed firing rate. All that remained in the air was the smoke from firing ammunition, as well as the buzzing sound generated from the electric motor.

Rumble….