Tempest of the Stellar War
chapter-1139

Mars had chosen the Conqueror α. He had absolutely given Luo Fei enough respect. The people of Arbiter were very upright; even if they were up against a weak opponent, they rarely played any tricks. This was an uncommon sight in the Milky Way Alliance. They had trained a group of young people into mature, little old men.

All the attention was on Luo Fei. This fatty was actually… really pondering through?

“F*ck this, just randomly choose one to send off to its death and end this. Is there a need to put in so much effort?”

“Maybe this fatty knows his stuff?”

“And you believe that? Even if that fatty has some lethal tactic, his opponent is Mars. In the whole of the Elite Academy X, besides Wang Zheng, he was at the top. If this fatty can win, I will run around nude.”

“That’s true, actually. How big of a courage would it take to do as such?”

The pressure was not only on Luo Fei. On the contrary, Luo Fei was just a clown for everyone to laugh at. The crux of the issue was Lear. Sending out such a person at such a time, what did he mean by that?

Luo Fei had alternately used the Wind God and the Storm Swordsman as his mecha, and had even tried the Phantom King. Beneath, there was an uproar. Was he really seriously thinking it over?

Or trying to imitate Wang Zheng?

There was basically no one present that had not seen the battle between the strongest kings. There was nothing much about an extravagant battle as even a battle between two weaklings could be flashy. However, it was a different situation if the opponent was Mars. The skills and types of astounding moves used completely depended on the opponent. It must be understood that under sufficient pressure and confrontation, impractical showiness would mean looking for death.

Wang Zheng was also looking at what Luo Fei would choose in the end. Actually, against Arbiter people, especially for Mars, whose core laid in his mech’s resilience.

Luo Fei’s choice was set on the Hercules. This leading product from OMG had only one unique trait, and that was that it was stable.

Could he triumph over Mars just by relying on stability? Luo Fei was a scout.

Zhou Yun and the others also looked at Lear, not knowing what he was actually up to, but they at least knew one thing: Lear would absolutely not give up. If their journey were to stop here, especially with such a “cowardly” performance, it will be a complete failure in the eyes of the Saint Sect. It could be said that from the moment he failed, he would be abandoned.

Lear was not such an irrational person. Being gutless and enduring silently were two separate things.

Did Lear have absolute certainty?

Nobody knew, and Lear himself also did not know what level had Luo Fei trained to. Nonetheless, he knew that Luo Fei had an ability that no one else knew – even Luo Fei himself was not clear about it. And that was that whenever he wanted to abandon Luo Fei, this fellow could do all sorts of unfathomable things. He would enter this extreme state, which had appeared more than once when they were training on Earth in the past. When he did so, Luo Fei himself would forget everything once he finished it, but Lear had seen it clearly.

Calm and collected?

Lear was not even a tiny bit of that. His big plan had reached the critical stage. It was not possible for him to determine the outcome every time. Sometimes in life, a gamble was required. This was one of them. Lear usually did not care what Luo Fei did, but this time, Luo Wei was his lethal tactic.

Placing him in the substitute position at the start was actually just to set that bedding, to tell Luo Fei that he was angry, that he was really for real this time.

As for the rest, it was up to the heavens. Lear was very crystal clear on one thing: he would not go far just by relying on himself only.

Luo Fei had made his choice, the Hercules!

On the mech conveyor belt, the Hercules was delivered to the cockpit at rapid speed. The current Luo Fei’s gaze was situated in an unusual state. He was very clear that Lear was not joking with him. Luo Fei had been getting more and more worried about his increase in ability during this period. Upon thinking that Lear would find out some time soon, he was all the more afraid. At the end, it still happened. However, Lear had given him one chance. If so, whoever tried to stop him today would die!

The contenders from both sides entered their mecha. Mars lightly wrinkled his eyebrows. Hercules. He had indeed been defeated in the hands of the Hercules, but that was Wang Zheng’s Hercules, not some other person’s. In Wang Zheng’s hands, astonishing strength could explode through the Hercules, but in a majority of people’s hands, it was of little value because this mech’s functions were too basic.

Its durability was suitable for doing manual labour, but this did not mean that it was suitable for battle.

The crowd was in an uproar. Was this an attempt to self-hypnotize? Practically no one had been able to imitate Wang Zheng’s Rotating Shovel, and those who had tried had all been beaten like dogs.

Conqueror α VS Hercules

With two mecha, the battle to decide the Dynasty battle team’s fate began. Either they would go home or they would continue on.

The Conqueror α and the Hercules had appeared. Luo Fei liked to be coy and restrained, but against Mars, it was no use. He understood this point as well. The alloy shovel was casually thrown on the ground and the Hercules pulled out a titanium blade.

It was obvious that Luo Fei did not know how to maneuver the shovel. Having something like a shovel in hand could also be a hindrance.

Mars had also unsheathed his titanium blade. A dangerous aura kept lingering around in the air. Was this a misperception?

The two mecha were getting closer and closer. The moment Luo Fei decided to choose the Hercules, he would not be playing guerilla warfare – doing so would be meaningless. Just as the two mecha were just ten metres apart, both mecha stopped at the same time.

An imposing pressure emitted from both warriors within their mecha. Mars’ Heavenly Overlord Attack, asides from Wang Zheng, had never met his match. Pressing down opponents with grandeur like a ferocious tiger descending the mountain, it had been originated from a mix between ancient martial arts and Earth 2 warriors’ oppressive pressure.

The aura enveloped the Hercules straight away. What was this fatty up to?

A second after…

Boom…

A soaring aura burst open, directly dissipating the Heavenly Overlord Attack’s shroud. It was a completely head-on attack, seemingly not falling behind.

Fatty’s eyes were filled with quicksilver-like radiance. His entire body seemed like soft flesh, but what every cell contained was pure vital strength.

Mars smiled. This was interesting. This fellow had disguised himself very well all this while.

All there was now was to see if it was only just impressive and worthless.

BOOM… BOOM…

Almost at the same time, both engines started. With strong control and sudden explosiveness, they reached centre stage in a flash. Their titanium blades struck at each other! Woom…

An energy wave ripped open. The energy level was far beyond what those in the previous battles could compare to.

The two titanium blades intertwined together. Luo Fei was actually standing firm against Mars’ strength?

Titled the strongest Heavenly Overlord Attack in the galaxy…

Three seconds later, the Hercules’ titanium blade was suddenly pressed down aggressively. As the Hercules’ height was relatively shorter, under the sudden pressure, a vicious side-kick had swooped over.

If he had been kicked by the Conqueror’s leg, it would have definitely been serious. However, the Hercules seemed to have predicted it and conveniently turned his body, sending over a roundhouse kick.

Boom!

Subduing the mech right in the centre, this one kick sent Mars flying out. Instantly, the crowd went silent.