112: Chapter 32 get 112: Chapter 32 get Ending a battle is actually quite simple.

Especially when you have a Sonicon Blade in hand and have already mastered the parameters of the enemy’s External Armor.

If at this moment, the enemy is almost undefended, then it’s even easier.

It’s just a small-scale Slash.

The Sonicon Blade has a fundamental difference from traditional blades.

It does not rely on the kinetic energy of the blade to enhance lethality.

With traditional blades, a wide-arc swing is generally stronger than a narrow-arc Slash.

But the Sonicon Blade is entirely different.

Whether the wielder pulls the blade back to use the strength of their waist for an all-around Slash or holds the blade flat and pushes it forward, the power it displays is nearly the same—as long as the blade touches the target crystal part.

Therefore, in the swordsmanship of the Sonicon Blade, a small-scale Slash can achieve a lot.

Xiang Shan’s “Slash” is to hold the blade horizontally and push it straight forward with the movement technique driving the sword’s momentum.

Viewed from the side, this move is almost indistinguishable from a “thrusting strike”—the only difference is that Xiang Shan still uses the edge of the Sonicon Blade to touch the External Armor on Zhang Xianchong’s chest.

Zhang Xianchong thought the battlefield was still a few steps away.

Xiang Shan had preprocessed the sound he played, making it sound a bit further away than it actually was.

And Zhang Xianchong’s Mace Technique had been fully grasped by Xiang Shan during the exchange.

Xiang Shan’s first sword bypassed the defense of the Dual Maces and diagonally cut into Zhang Xianchong’s left shoulder.

Then Xiang Shan changed his Footwork, moving to Zhang Xianchong’s side.

The Sonicon Blade lightly circled, then swung back, knocking into Zhang Xianchong’s lower back and splitting his Armor in two.

Next was an upward lift.

Zhang Xianchong wanted to counterattack.

But his movement caused the split External Armor to be directly thrown off his body.

Xiang Shan turned off the vibration skill of the Sonicon Blade, raised his hand blade, and knocked Zhang Xianchong’s right arm to the ground; then he reached out and pulled a large segment of broken modules from within Zhang Xianchong.

The former Hero collapsed immediately.

Xiang Shan, however, did not have time to deal with his defeated subordinate.

Instead, he quickly returned to the edge of the “Mule.”

When he was building the Mule, he specially added a structure to the base of the “Mule” that placed the Sonicon Blade and the shield-shaped Sword Box that housed the blade beneath it.

When Iron Dust was pervading, Xiang Shan had preemptively commanded the Mule to come to this designated spot.

During the fight, Xiang Shan had basically grasped the alloy parameters of two enemies’ External Armor.

The moment he rolled under the car, he used a preset wired interface to command the Sonicon Blade to spring out.

Then, he accomplished great feats.

Xiang Shan thought to himself how lucky he was.

The two Martial Artists he had just killed were among the strongest adversaries he had faced since awakening.

If it had been one-on-one, they might have been slightly weaker than the old dog Ulster Granddog, but definitely stronger than Lev of the Silver Transmission Shaft.

If those two had joined forces, even the old dog would have to step back.

Plus the Guardian who was fighting the giant spider, as well as the Firearms Path Martial Artists outside repelling the enemies…

perhaps there was one more person?

If a skirmish occurred in the Wilderness, with five people attacking him at once, his situation would have been extremely perilous.

Furthermore, considering that he also had two kids following him…

This squad really could have killed him.

It’s a pity that they were too presumptuous…

or perhaps they slightly underestimated his Internal Strength Cultivation.

According to Deborah’s estimation, when Han was firing to clear drones, Xiang Shan might still be competing in Inner Strength with an Internal expert from the Great Stockade.

And “sudden loss of drone contact” might cause a bit of disturbance to Xiang Shan’s state of mind.

Deborah believed that, considering the records from Recycling Station Town and the clues found in the Excavator Group, this estimate was reasonable.

Of course, this estimate was indeed reasonable.

It even seemed overly cautious to the other members of that squad.

The unreasonable one was Xiang Shan.

The Martial Ancestor was quickly retrieving what he had lost in the past.

He wasn’t “learning,” but “remembering skills he already possessed.”

Before Han fired, Xiang Shan had already hijacked the Great Stockade’s servers.

Besides, even if Xiang Shan had not successfully hijacked that server at that time, he would not have been spiritually disturbed by “strong enemies arriving.”

And this Sonicon Blade allowed him to defeat the strongest two Martial Artists of that squad without any significant cost.

Xiang Shan patted the side of the “Mule”; a hidden compartment emerged on the side Armor.

Xiang Shan pulled out a Sniping rifle from inside while turning off the Sonicon Blade and stuffing the blade and handle inside.

The Sonicon Blade relied on magnetic levitation to control the blade.

The fine dust of the Iron Dust would also be attracted by magnetism.

Xiang Shan only had to swing the Sonicon Blade in the Iron Dust for a few seconds before countless metal particles gathered between the blade and handle.

In a few more seconds, these metal particles would start to damage the Sonicon Blade.

It had to be preserved properly and then cared for.

As Xiang Shan thought this, he picked up Zhang Xianchong’s Dual Maces and placed the weapon on the roof of the “Mule,” along with the heads of Zhang Xianchong and Old Hammer.

At the same time, he didn’t forget to pull out a speaker and set it to play the long howl of Old Hammer every few seconds.

Then he briskly walked away, carrying the submachine gun.

The protectors who had been defeated were defeated, and those who needed to move the battlefield did so, which is why the area covered by Iron Dust quieted down momentarily.

Xiang Shan had walked several hundred meters and had only managed to twist a Green Forest man’s neck.

On the edge of the area covered by Iron Dust, Xiang Shan lay down, crawling forward, extending the barrel of his sniper rifle and his prosthetic eye beyond the Iron Dust coverage area.

His target was naturally that gunner.

From the sounds he had heard just now, the leader of this Houndhawk squad had taken another person into the Great Stockade.

This gunner was the last person on the ground outside the Iron Dust coverage area.

As long as he killed this gunner first, the intelligence for this area would not leak for a while.

At least for a few hours, there was no need to worry about space-based weapons descending.

Xiang Shan carefully aimed the barrel at Han.

At that moment, Han was completely focused on using his firearms to engage with several skilled Green Forest men, his back turned to the Iron Dust coverage area.

He was now in deep trouble.

If his firearm suppression faltered even slightly, those Wild Myth martial artists would swarm and kill him.

He hadn’t pointed his main prosthetic eye towards Xiang Shan’s direction.

And the magnificent colors reflected by the Iron Dust in the setting sun perfectly concealed Xiang Shan.

The distance between them was less than one thousand meters.

By the time Xiang Shan’s bullet hit Han, its speed would definitely be much greater than the speed of sound.

Han no longer had the chance to detect this shot.

“Ho ho, didn’t see this way, huh?” said Xiang Shan, “Well then, friend, best wishes on your promotion—if you guys still practice posthumous elevation these days.”

Then, the gun fired.

………………………………

When Deborah split Rod Halley’s head open, she let out a slight sigh of relief.

The high-performance explosives she carried with her brought her quite a bit of convenience.

These explosives had such a high energy density that they far exceeded conventional explosives; a cherry-sized one could overturn a firepower position.

Dense formations countered all External Martial Arts, but firearms were the counter to dense formations.

Thus, heroes always made good use of explosives.

With the coordination of concussion grenades, flash grenades, and more explosives, the Green Forest men of “Wild Myth” couldn’t leverage their numerical advantage fully and were mowed down en masse by Deborah.

Carolina joined the fight soon after, suppressing half the battlefield with a set of heavy machine guns.

Until Deborah finally took down the newly prosthetic-bodied Rod Halley.

Deborah ran a self-check program to test the airtightness of her own prosthetic body and sighed, “Can’t get out…

Carlo, do you have any Iron Flower?”

Opening an Iron Flower Bomb and pouring out and heating the metal particles could temporarily seal the tiny gaps in the external armor.

Although Deborah’s martial arts skills were high, she inevitably sustained some damage in the fight against a skilled opponent like “Poison Claw” Rod.

Carolina shook her head, “No.”

“Regular silicone?”

“Don’t have that either.”

“Then let’s search here,” said Deborah, “We have to get going quickly.

Old Hammer and the others are still waiting for our support.”

Carolina nodded, her gaze sweeping around in search of the warehouse location.

Suddenly, she exclaimed and pointed up at a platform above, “Miss, look!

That prosthetic body looks familiar.”

Deborah also glanced at it and said in surprise, “Junior Sister Huang, huh.

She actually escaped half a year ago.

Let’s not stir up more trouble now; we’ve got a big enemy on our side.

Let her depart painlessly.”

Carolina nodded and raised her gun.

Huang Ouguang watched the scene in despair, her heart ashen.

But in that instant, a shadow burst through a breach in the dome, appearing behind Carolina like a ghostly apparition.

The shadow seemed to swell as it made a motion.

Carolina’s body was sent flying in an instant.

Only then did the terrible noise reach Huang Ouguang’s ears.

The soil around the breach fell like flowing water.

The powdered dirt hit the ground, scattering like waves.

The dust slowly drifted past Xiang Shan’s feet.

Xiang Shan held a steel mace in one hand while gripping Carolina’s head in the other.

Carolina’s body was flattened against the wall as if it were a painting.

Xiang Shan looked at the head in his hand, tossed it, and mused, “What kind of lines would be fitting right now?

Um…

this head is like a ball…

ball…

get~daze?”

While juggling a head as if it were a ball, Xiang Shan naturally recalled a game about catching creatures by throwing balls.

He couldn’t help but softly sing to himself, “たとえ火の中水の中草の中森の中土の中雲の中あのコのスカートの中…” (Even in fire, in water, in grass, in forests, in the ground, in the clouds, or under that girl’s skirt…)

The man’s gaze shifted with a less than honorable intention to Deborah’s head.

He naturally walked toward the last pursuer with the attitude of a hunter whistling a tune.

“なかなかなかなかなかなかなかなか大変だけどかならずＧＥＴだぜ!ポケモンＧＥＴだぜ!” (It’s very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very challenging, but for sure I’ll catch it!

I’ll catch a Pokémon!)