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In "Battleship," the other mechs had already surged into the vast ocean of the Cosmos like a hundred ships vying for dominance.
He gazed at the chaotic situation in the starry sky, which resembled various artistic depictions, feeling a sense of relief within.
There was a feeling akin to being unburdened.
Although the outcome of today’s battle remained uncertain, it was just like many previous skirmishes—always moving from the unknown towards success.
In truth, until the final result is revealed, no matter how many cards you hold, everything remains uncertain!
"The Earth has sent a telegram; Xiu Yi and his team have already infiltrated Battleship Shangguan Wangyu's interior."
Ikeda Kenji stood beside Jufeng, observing the calm and composed demeanor of Jufeng. He felt puzzled as to why he hadn’t joined the battle immediately. Jufeng's gaze drifted to the window not far away, and tears began to well up in his eyes.
Hearing Ikeda Kenji's voice and the name he hadn’t heard in nearly a decade, Jufeng suddenly felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him.
Ten years ago, there had still been someone by his side.
Now, although the number remained unchanged, adults had turned into children; a mature, intelligent woman had transformed into an adorable, earnest boy. Yet everything had long since changed.
And it was impossible to revert back.
Jufeng snapped back to reality, thinking of Hayamura Shuichi, inevitably recalling their first meeting—the intense killing intent that had filled the air.
"Is it true that Yamura is now the Commander of Saint Envoy?"
Jufeng showed little concern for the situation on the battlefield, instead casually chatting about old matters.
Ikeda Kenji remained puzzled but had unwavering trust in Jufeng, so he refrained from asking questions or offering reminders. After all, Jufeng did not need reminding at this moment.
Outside the window was Shangguan Wangyu.
Thus, he chose to continue his calm conversation with Jufeng.
"Yes, and his mental power and abilities have improved significantly. If something unreliable were to happen, and if Xiu Yi were in the same state ten years ago, I might not have allied with you; instead, I would have directly swallowed you up."
Ikeda Kenji was not one to joke around, so he spoke seriously. However, Jufeng did not consider anything else; after all, it was an unreliable scenario.
If Jufeng had been in this state ten years ago, perhaps Jia'er would not have died, and he would have long distanced himself from the throne.
Jufeng thought about those elite teams opposing Shangguan Wangyu and felt a twinge of worry inside.
"I wonder how much trouble they can cause Shangguan Wangyu and what approach Shangguan Wangyu will take to resolve this issue?"
Ikeda Kenji found himself at a loss for words because it was truly an unpredictable outcome.
However, reflecting on past battles, both Hayamura Shuichi's older brother and Jufeng had full confidence in Hayamura Shuichi.
...
As Vera finished speaking, Lance and a young man named Xiu Yi stepped onto the spacious floor of the room. Xiu Yi slightly bowed in greeting, while Lance returned the gesture. Europeans generally did not emphasize formalities before a meeting as much as those in the East, who were more accustomed to courtesy before conflict.
The two individuals were ready, and Xiu Yi took the initiative to strike first. Since it was sparring, he controlled his strength somewhat, but his speed was swift, like a soaring dragon.
At the same time, a knife emerged from his sleeve.
The blade shimmered under the light of the crystal chandelier, reflecting a sharp brilliance. One could faintly see an extremely thin silver thread connecting the sleeve to the hilt of the knife.
It was a flying knife, as well as a returning knife. Lance's gaze sharpened, focused like the blade itself.
Lance moved as well.
The flying knife shot toward Lance's chest at an awkward angle; knowing the weapon's intricacies, he did not rush forward. Instead, he met the flying knife with his iron fist. Just before they made contact, he swiftly redirected his punch to strike the blade, sending it flying away.
The knife soared off into the distance, but Xiu Yi had already closed in on Lance. With his other hand, he executed a palm strike aimed not at Lance's arms but directly at his cheek.
Lance immediately raised his robust arm to shield his side while his free hand struck toward Xiu Yi's chest. Xiu Yi was in mid-movement and seemed unable to evade; however, a blinding flash of light appeared as the previously thrown knife returned to Xiu Yi's front.
“Clang!”
The knife collided directly with Lance's iron fist, causing him to step back, and Xiu Yi also retreated a step.
The palm strike and Iron Arm separated.
Xiu Yi's wide sleeves suddenly lifted as he made a shaking motion in mid-air. The knife that had been lingering in the air vanished without a trace. Only the two Authorities and Jufeng noticed the fleeting trajectory of the knife; it was cunningly swift, like lightning.
The sparring session reached its conclusion.
A shallow scar marked Lance's fist, yet there was no blood, which sparked a sense of admiration in Xiu Yi.
Under the weight of the giant's punch, Xiu Yi managed to step back just like Lance did, prompting Lance to clasp his fists in a gesture of respect.
No one commented on the match, but the unspoken truth proved one thing: Xiu Yi's strength was undeniable.
The disciple of the Martial Sovereign indeed had the capability to compete for the position once held by Utada Hikaru.
...
Hayamura Shuichi steadied himself with one hand on the edge of the table, then used that leverage to leap up and firmly stand on one side of the round table. The person across from him made a dismissive expression, and then one of the three stepped forward, stomping heavily on the ground before forcefully placing his foot on the round table.
The round table was merely a tabletop supported by a tall Stump beneath it, so when that person stomped down hard, Hayamura Shuichi's side of the table tilted upward. Standing on an inclined surface made it difficult for anyone to maintain their balance.
It was a show of intimidation, an attempt to seize the initiative. The intentions of the Indian Kingdom's people caught Jufeng's eye, but he shook his head in disapproval.
Though their thoughts were good, they were mere illusions in the face of absolute strength.
Hayamura Shuichi was not intimidated by his opponent's aura; he used the momentum to leave the surface of the round table and slid toward that person along its slope.
In an instant, he closed in on his opponent and struck like lightning, aiming directly for their throat.
However, that person was not easy to deal with; they pivoted lightly at the edge of the round table to evade Hayamura Shuichi's attack and moved aside.
At that moment, the round table tilted dangerously, seemingly about to detach from the Stump. Hayamura Shuichi had already taken that person's place and was now at risk of falling to the ground.
At that critical moment, Hayamura Shuichi suddenly leaned back. Just as the round table was about to detach from Stump, he fell onto the tabletop. However, before he completely toppled over, his palm struck the raised edge of the table, restoring its balance.
As his hand hit the surface, Hayamura Shuichi's legs propelled him upward, alternating kicks aimed at his opponent.
Seeing Hayamura Shuichi effortlessly neutralize the trap he had set, the opponent's expression darkened. He dropped his body downward, using his arms to block the incoming attacks to his legs. With one final push, he managed to force Hayamura Shuichi back half a step.
Using the momentum from his retreat, Hayamura Shuichi found himself standing on the other half of the round table. The two resumed their original positions for battle, both wearing serious expressions that bordered on harshness.
Jufeng had already drawn conclusions about this confrontation in his mind. The opponent's strength had been fully revealed, while Hayamura Shuichi had yet to show his flying knives.
...
Hayamura Shuichi had forgotten all of his past glories. The former Grandmaster of the Holy Envoy, that old man who had severed his own arm amidst enmity and affection, had once gently advised him.
If one cannot forget the past, how can they move forward?
Thus, Hayamura Shuichi chose to focus solely on the present.
His aircraft was intercepted by two reckless soldiers from the Suihuan Army, abruptly halting his advance.
This was indeed a sorrowful predicament because mastering piloting skills could not be achieved in just a week; the power of technology was still difficult to match with human effort.
Hayamura Shuichi had already switched aircraft three times along the way and was left with no choice but to descend into midair, strolling calmly among the Suihuan Army. Even though he was surrounded by countless enemies, he remained unyielding.
He just didn't know when he would finally reach the command center.
In the command room, one of the screens displayed the image of Hayamura Shuichi, and Cao Ke frowned as he watched.
"I'll go handle this," Cao Ke said to Shangguan Wangyu, then turned to leave.
However, he was immediately called back by Shangguan Wangyu.
"Why waste time dealing with them? They are just foolish people who have spent their entire lives fixated on one thing. If we take them seriously, we would be foolish ourselves," Shangguan Wangyu continued.
"Let's abandon the last third of the Ship Segment; that way, they won't be able to catch up with us anymore."
Shangguan Wangyu was right. If they ignored the invaders' part of the Battleship now, they would indeed have no way to pursue them.
However, the crux of the problem was that if they abandoned the last third of the Ship Segment, the power of the Shells fired by the Battleship would be greatly reduced, making it impossible to inflict damage on the entire Earth.
Yet, as Cao Ke looked into Shangguan Wangyu's eyes, he instantly understood what she meant.
Even if they couldn't harm the entire Earth, as long as they could inflict damage on one nation, Jufeng would still think twice before acting.
For instance, Asia or Earth—many of their loved ones were there.
Thus, Shangguan Wangyu's orders were quickly put into action.
In the vast expanse of the Cosmos, Ikeda Kenji and Jufeng had just finished their conversation when they noticed a change in the nearby Battleship belonging to Shangguan Wangyu.
Surprisingly, the rear third of the Battleship had split apart from the middle.
Ikeda Kenji raised his eyebrows in surprise, while Jufeng chuckled.
What a worthy opponent, truly a worthy opponent.
To be continued.
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