Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1305: Chapter 54: Slaughter (Part 2)

Everyone watched as the arms of a Jiepeng Mecha blocking Fatty’s way broke inch by inch under the terrifying punch, like a wooden pole hit by a giant hammer. The outer shell of the arms, connecting rods, joint engines, skeletons, and metal muscle-like fibers burst out like scattered firecrackers.

In the iron rain brought by the shattered debris, the White Mecha swung its fist, breaking through the arms and directly crushing the head of the Spirit Cat, smashing into its chest!

”Damn it!” Fatty kicked the scrap iron in front of him, crashing into the Jiepeng Mecha Group, and roared madly, ”Kill!”

”Kill!” Following Fatty’s wild roar, the two companies behind him charged fiercely into the Jiepeng Mecha Formation in a brutal triangle attack formation.

Four White Mechas forged ahead, cutting through waves, while the Red Mecha Group charged recklessly. Both sides were like two combs intersecting. The battle entered a fever pitch the instant they collided. One after another, Red and Black Mechas engaged in fierce combat, their heavy, solid metal fists clashing like thunderous roars.

In this fight to the death, no one held back even a bit of strength. All the warriors, with reddened eyes, used their most ruthless tactics, and every Mecha had pushed its performance to the limits. At this moment, the air seemed to be detonated, the entire combat space couldn’t contain anything but the violent clash.

A Chuckna Warrior swung his heavy Mecha iron fist repeatedly, each strike taking away a piece of the enemy’s frame.

When a battered Jiepeng Mecha turned into a fireball, another Jiepeng Mecha suddenly emerged from the flames and smoke, kicking the belly of the Chuckna Mecha. The severely damaged Chuckna Mecha staggered back two steps, then forcefully stepped onto the ground to leap into the air, delivering a fierce, savage side kick to the head of the advancing Jiepeng Mecha.

Beside this small battle group, another Jiepeng Mecha was like a wild beast, continuously swinging fists in all directions, with two Red Chuckna Mechas circling like hungry wolves around prey.

Suddenly, the three Mechas fiercely tangled together.

There were continuous impacts and the strange, twisting sounds of metal. When two more Jiepeng Mechas rushed in and fought individually against two Red Mechas, a fireball erupted in the arena. In the sweeping flames, a Jiepeng Mechanic, attempting to crawl out of the destroyed cockpit, screamed as he was charred to death.

The brutal fighting erupted in every corner of the canyon.

Looking down from the canyon top, the battle between the two sides was like gladiators trapped in the Duel Arena. All that filled the eyes was endless killing until death. The Jiepeng Mecha Group in black contracted into a circular defensive formation, desperately resisting. Meanwhile, the Red Mecha Group charged madly towards the center of the Black Mechas.

If the differences between most Chuckna Warriors and Jiepeng Soldiers weren’t evident in this deadly battle, the seven White Thunderbolts appeared like lions among wolves!

It was under their lead that the Chuckna Warriors, originally inferior in combat strength to Jiepeng, took the offensive initiative. They didn’t need to think, nor worry about breaking through the lines of elite Jiepeng Mechanics; they just needed to follow behind the seven White Mechas, continuously advancing and slaying.

”Encircle them, encircle them!” Sablin ordered loudly as he saw the seven White Mechas cut through without resistance. Blade Camp Soldiers lunged madly, piling upon them. Everyone sensed the danger of these seven White Mechas; if they weren’t restrained, the entire Armored Camp would be scattered.

Restrain them, hold them here, no matter the cost!

The Jiepeng people’s swarm tactics immediately exerted pressure on Fatty and several Bandit Army War Gods. Their advance slowed down. Initially facing four or five Jiepeng Mechas simultaneously, they now faced seven or eight! Destroy one, and another would come; the encroaching Jiepeng Mechas were relentless, like an endless tide.

Fatty maneuvered the left control lever for two successive half-angle shifts, while his right hand quickly tapped a virtual keyboard, executing a Rain Fingertip followed by a Wheel Fingertip. The Mecha moved with a bizarre gait unseen by any Jiepeng Mechanic, sliding between two Mechas with precise angles and speeds, then struck like lightning; the left hand punched to shatter the hip of a Spirit Cat, while the right hand swung horizontally, the ion light saber appearing like magic from the void, slicing another Spirit Cat in half.

With two Mechas toppled, an opening appeared beside Fatty. As he pushed the control lever forward and the Mecha accelerated, three more Mechas crashed directly towards him. One Jiepeng Mecha fearlessly charged at Fatty’s right hand, seemingly oblivious to the ion light saber in his hand.

”Damn!” Fatty was forced to slow down, kicked one Jiepeng Mecha aside, dodged another, and swung the light saber down, ending the one that had charged him. Before he could retract the saber, another four or five Jiepeng Mechas swarmed in.

In his ears were endless explosions, cannon fire, and combat noises; before his eyes were endless smoke and glaring flashes. Numerous frantic figures flitted continuously before him. These figures were like demons surrounding him, obscuring everything. Only through fleeting gaps between them could he glimpse the Red Mechas fighting valiantly.