Chapter 271 - Berserking Particle Storm (2/2)
“You’ve won…”
On the quiet battlefield, Aishol’s bitter voice was heard.
One by one, the cockpit of the mobile armors opened slowly. All the American recruits exited the cockpit with a pale face.
The dry American recruit uniforms were now drenched, as if they had all fallen into water.
The cockpit of the Doomsday Butterfly opened. Qin Fen’s face was slightly pale as he leaped out of the mobile armor. His legs were slightly wobbly, making him unable to stand firm.
Particle Storm… Qin Fen raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. What the instructor said was right. It was extremely difficult to operate this thing. Plus, he needed to consider his opponent’s life and death during the use. This drained all of his energy.
The African and West Asian recruits stared at Qin Fen. This person can actually jump off the mobile armor without assistance? Does he know what it means to be tired?
“East Asian recruit, our team, “Freedom”, from America have conceded defeat.” Aishol raised his thumb and his eyes were filled with admiration. “Your maneuvering skills are currently top-rate for an ace mobile armor warrior.”
Like a martial artist, Qin Fen placed his palms together. “It is just luck.”
“Luck?” Aishol smiled bitterly. “For me to recreate the event that just happened, even if I had a thousand lives, I would not be able to achieve such a chance even once.”
Qin Fen walked frivolously towards the stands and said to the African and West Asian recruits, “Today, I am tired. If anyone is still interested in sparring with me using mobile armors, then let us do so tomorrow.”
Interested? The African and West Asian recruits smiled bitterly. Who would be interested in a crazy person who dared to use particle storm? Fortunately, this Doomsday Butterfly was also rendered useless after the use of particle storm.
In the upcoming battles, since Doomsday Butterfly would no longer appear, there would naturally be no jaw-dropping particle storm.
The African recruits and the West Asian recruits’ eyes met one another. From each other’s eyes, they saw the same doubts. Red Lotus Phantom, Angel of the day. Even if Qin Fen was able to use either of these two mobile armors, it’s unlikely that he can perform better than his ace level skills displayed with Doomsday Butterfly, right?
“Phew…”
Qin Fen approached the coffee shop and sat down on the sofa heavily. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. His face was filled with the word “tired” and he seemed to had lost all spirit.
“Old Qin, why are you so tired?” Xue Tian asked the question everyone had on their minds.
“Sigh…” Qin Fen closed his eyes and his head leaned back against the sofa, “There was a mobile armor battle with the American Military Region’s Mobile Armor Team.”
“Oh? Were any of our East Asian mobile armor warriors not feeling well?” Xue Tian’s gossiping spirit began to burn. “So they transferred you as a replacement?”
“No.” Qin Fen shook his head powerlessly. “I single-handedly challenged the American Military Region’s Mobile Armor Team.”
“One person? Solo challenge?” Xue Tian’s tone suddenly heightened. “Old Qin, you can even operate mobile armor? If I’m not mistaken, the American recruits are recurring champions in this event. Did you win?”
Except for Lin Ling’s emotionless expression, everyone who was present looked at Qin Fen with surprise. Some of them even spat out their coffee.
Using mobile armors a very specialized expertise, and wasn’t something that could be done by swinging was one or two punches.
“I won… Hm? Thanks…”
Qin Fen’s eyes opened suddenly. He stared somewhat blankly at Song Jia who was standing behind him.
The jade-like hands pressed on Qin Fen’s temple gently.
Song Jia’s face blushed slightly, and she slowly bowed her head down under the gaze of the shocked crowd, avoiding the eyes of everyone.
Xing Wuyi was even more surprised. Song Jia! Song Wendong’s granddaughter, such a proud lady actually took the initiative to give Qin Fen a relaxing massage?
“Brother Wuyi.” Lin Liqiang whispered into Xing Wuyi’s ear and said, “This is a secret. If you don’t want Old Qin to be stabbed to death by a certain beast, you must keep this secret.”
Xing Wuyi’s eyes opened as he understood what Lin Liqiang meant. He whispered back, “Young master Lin, you seem to be close with Qin Fen.”
“Yes.” Lin Liqiang nodded hard. “He is my friend.”
Xing Wuyi’s eyes are once again filled with rays of confusion. Lin Liqiang said he had friends? This is rare, much rarer than winning the lottery.
“Everyone, we have still have training for the aerial combat team.” Lin Jiaxuan got up slowly and walked quickly out the door, leaving a message in the air, “I will go back to prepare.”
“Right.” Qin Fen once again spoke, “How about Du Peng and Feiyu?”
Xue Tian shrugged his shoulders, “Du Peng is lucky. His next match is against America’s Mark Zumino.”
“Mark Zumino?” Qin Fen raised both his eyebrows. “Zeus, one of the top three strongest from America?”
“Yeah.” Xue Tian made a loud whistle. “In the matchup for the top thirty-two recruits which advanced to top sixteen, Zeus will go against Du Peng.”
The coffee shop was silent for a while, and Qin Fen stared at the coffee on the table. Du Peng’s ability had grown a lot within these days, but he still had not digested the legacy left by Du Zhanpeng completely.
The Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder and Phaseless Water Bird were rare martial art practices. It was not an easy task to master either one of the practices, even for a martial artist with a lot of qualifications.
Even the talented Du Zhanpeng was only able to practice one of the arts at a time. For Du Peng who was lacking in talent compared to him, his ability to practice Phaseless Water Bird to today’s extent was contributed majorly by Du Zhanpeng’s stimulation.
Now, for him to combine the two great martial art practices into one…
Even if he carried the power and pressure of his brother in his heart, it still couldn’t be done in a short period of time.
Xing Wuyi sighed softly. A normal martial artist with normal qualifications, carrying his brother’s glory and the burden of extending his brother’s life along with his will, how tiring that was…
Qin Fen looked down towards the dragon’s belt. If I had Enzo Rota’s life-or-death pill in my hand and hand it over to Du Peng, he might not hesitate to eat it.
“As for Brother Chen.” Xue Tian spread his hands: “His luck can be compared with Old Du. As long as he wins the next match without any incidents, his opponent will be Devil Solomon.”
“Your luck isn’t too bad either.” Xing Wuyi’s index finger circled the cup on the table gently. “If you continue winning, you will soon encounter “Sky Splitter” Brooks. I heard that he received an invitation from the Sacred Martial Hall. ”
“Is that so?” Xue Tian leaned with pride into the sofa and crossed his legs very casually. “There is nothing great about that stuff, I, too, received one a few days ago.”