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After the energy seal was lifted, the pressure from the Commander’s energy was no longer as powerful. In this vast land, the Commander's energy level was insufficient to suppress everyone.
Fatty and the others hurriedly got up, looking extremely disheveled, their momentum completely suppressed by the opponents.
"The leader of the Alloy Warriors should be at level 5, while the other two are between levels 5 and 0. They exert a severe suppression on me; I can only block the one at level 5."
Dream Source also breathed a sigh of relief. She conveyed her thoughts to Lin and the others, believing that this battle would be very difficult.
"Damn it, I'll hold off the other two. Fatty, take Meimei and the others and leave first!"
Gritting his teeth, Lin's Inner Qi flames surged even more. His current state was extremely close to level 0, but with some items and a desperate effort, he should be able to hold off the opponents for a moment.
Fortunately, with Dream Source's energy support, otherwise, his Inner Strength would quickly be depleted due to such consumption.
Turning around, Dream Source looked at Lin with deep affection. She nodded, "We can only hold on for thirty minutes. After that, my energy will be nearly exhausted."
"Alright, you only have thirty minutes. Hurry up! Go to the airport and take a private jet to leave here!"
Lin shouted angrily, raising the tip of his Willow Whisper blade, gripping it tightly and preparing to fight desperately.
"Brother, I'm not leaving! I want to fight with you!"
Fatty wiped the sweat from his forehead, brandishing his High-Energy Machine Gun and glaring at the enemy in anger.
"Hurry up and get out of here! If you die, what about Meimei and Wei? How am I supposed to explain this to Lü Liang later?"
With an angry shout, Lin turned around and kicked Fatty away, shouting, "Get the hell out of here!"
He rarely got this emotional or cursed; it was only when he was extremely agitated that Lin would act like this. This stemmed from his experiences struggling at the bottom of society on Earth. Deep down, he was just an obsessive ordinary person.
"I won't leave either! Leaving would be embarrassing for my brother, and I can fight too!"
Lu Meimei angrily helped Fatty up, refusing to leave. Wei had no words; she silently took a few steps back and dialed the police. She knew very well that she had no fighting ability and could only do what she could, but she had no intention of leaving.
"Damn it! Are you all idiots?" Lin shouted.
"Maybe we are; everyone is pretty stupid! Hehe!"
Fatty rubbed his belly, holding the High-Energy Machine Gun, and walked back to Lin's side, grinning widely, with the equally stubborn Lu Meimei behind him.
"You all..."
Lin clicked his tongue, feeling a strange sense of emotion. He didn't say much and turned back to look at the Alloy Warrior across from him.
"Go! Where do you think you're going? None of you will get away!"
The officer roared, and a ring of gun muzzles emerged from his left arm, wrapping around it like a Gatling gun.
Raising his hand, the officer was about to strike!
Second Room and Number Three also leaped into action, charging towards Lin Ta and the others.
With no time for more words, Lin Ta and the others took their stances and charged forward; the two groups collided in an instant.
In just three minutes of exchanging blows, Lin was defeated. He was covered in wounds and jumped back to evade, finally escaping the battlefield under the cover of Fatty and Dream Source.
"Ha! Damn it!"
Gasping for breath, Lin felt the momentum of the flames on his body subtly diminishing. He had underestimated the consumption of Starburst; the energy from Dream Source was insufficient to sustain him for even half a moment.
Moreover, they had no chance of winning. Under the firepower cover provided by Lin and Fatty, Kankan could barely withstand the onslaught from Second Room and Number Three. Dream Source was completely tied up by the officer and couldn't spare any effort to assist them.
The entire battlefield was already under the control of the three opponents.
"Bang!"
Dream Source suffered a setback at the hands of the officer, stepping back two paces. Faced with the overwhelming firepower of laser wheel beams, Dream Source found no opportunity to counterattack.
Seeing the three in distress, the officer sneered, "Can you take this seriously? Letting us hunt you down like this seems too easy... Original Body, you really found some pathetic help!"
"Officer, stop wasting time with them. Let's capture our target and get out of here!"
Second Room scanned the growing number of onlookers around them and realized that if they continued like this, they would be completely exposed. He quickly reminded the officer.
"Alright, full force to hunt them down!"
The officer raised his other arm, and a similar gun barrel extended from beneath his armor. He was serious now!
"It seems like things are getting worse..."
Fatty inhaled sharply as he saw the number of laser beams that troubled him double, feeling a chill run down his back.
Lin remained silent. He lowered his head and began searching for items; this battle could not continue. They needed to find a way to safely retreat first!
The situation on-site was telling Lin: a strategic retreat was indeed the wisest choice!
Clearly, the Alloy Warriors did not give Lin a moment to breathe. They lunged at him once again, and Lin Ye had no time to look for items; he could only grit his teeth and endure.
This time, the Alloy Warriors' combat skills had noticeably improved, and they were clearly putting in all their effort!
"Bang!"
As a strike landed, Lin was hit in the face and was sent flying in a disheveled manner. He felt a blur before his eyes, and his vision began to fade!
Taking advantage of the situation, Number Three pursued Lin relentlessly. With his lightsaber raised high, if that strike landed, it would surely be the end for Lin!
"Lin!" Qin Wei and Lu Meimei couldn't help but exclaim!
"Hang in there, buddy!" The Live Streamer disregarded everything else, activating speed mode and rushing towards Lin to block that strike.
Fatty and Dream Source were also momentarily distracted. Fatty first halted his firepower and looked towards Lin, his pupils suddenly constricting with fear written all over his face!
Without Fatty's fire support, Dream Source could no longer hold on. She unleashed a burst of tearing energy, forcing the Commander and Second Room back, then hurriedly turned to look at Lin.
That strike—the tip of the lightsaber was only three inches away from Lin's head.
Number Three's face twisted beneath the mask, excitement for slaughter gleaming in his light blue eyes.
Lin's consciousness was fading; all he could hear was the sound of wind, and perhaps the angry shouts of Dream Source and the others.
In that instant, everything around him came to a halt. Lin felt the wind intensify, and the shouts disappeared. His vision went blank, reminiscent of when he activated Ink Projection.
He wanted to resist, but unfortunately, only his thoughts were racing while his suspended body no longer obeyed him.
"Am I going to die?" This thought emerged in Lin's mind.
I must be dying; I can feel the heat of the lightsaber, right in front of my nose. In the next second, it will pierce through my skull, won't it?
Damn it, I still have so many things left to do...
My journey as a warrior has just begun, and my culinary path has yet to reach its peak. I haven't become a Culinary God in the sea of stars...
I haven't learned my mother's Dragonwood technique, nor have I made the Bone Soft Cake. I haven't even approached Dream Source; I really like her...
I promised Fatty that I would help him make a lot of money, and I promised to have a real fight with Lü Liang...
Am I unable to accomplish any of this?
A multitude of questions surged in Lin's mind. In the next moment, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he roared.
"No! I can't die!"
Boom!
Starburst activated again!
A torrent of fiery Inner Qi erupted from Lin's body; he was like a being of flames, his entire body ablaze!
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