Mech Armor Revolution 48: Chapter Forty-Eight
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In the arena, the host's impassioned voice reverberated through the entire venue via the loudspeakers, "Oh! The battle is ever-changing! The current focus is on 'Flame-thrower' and 'Phantom Walker!' Look there, just when 'Flame-thrower' was at a disadvantage, 'Phantom Walker' cleverly came to the rescue, and now both are engaged in an intense confrontation with 'Peregrine falcon' amidst the billowing smoke! This battle is simply too thrilling!" The host's voice was filled with passion and excitement, bringing the atmosphere in the entire arena to a boiling point. 0
 
In the audience stands, the spectators were highly emotional, continuously emitting screams and cheers. They were captivated by the tense situation in the arena, eagerly anticipating more exhilarating scenes. All eyes were tightly fixed on every movement in the arena, as if not wanting to miss any spectacular moment. 0
 
 
In the audience, Li Ang and Lucy looked particularly nervous. Their eyes were fixed on the smoky battlefield, worrying about Jack's safety. Li Ang whispered to Lucy, "It seems that Jack is in a disadvantageous situation now, that 'Phantom Walker' seems difficult to deal with." Lucy frowned, her gaze firmly fixed on the arena, silently cheering for Jack. 0
 
On the field, Jack's "Roc Wings" moved agilely and bravely in the smoke like a falcon. He tried to find the trace of "Phantom Walker" while also guarding against the fierce attacks of "Flame-thrower." Jack's heart raced, his fingers moved quickly on the control panel, fully focused on manipulating the mecha, waiting for the right moment to strike. 0
 
 
On the arena, the battle became increasingly intense, with every move being a matter of life and death. Jack knew that this was not just a fight between mechs, but also a test of intelligence and strategy. He needed to find a breakthrough in the chaos and devise a winning strategy. 0
 
At this moment, Li Ang and Lucy's hearts were tightly connected to Jack's, as they all knew that the outcome of this battle would have a significant impact on their plans. Under such pressure, they could only continue to watch and wait for Jack's decisive action. 0
 
 
Jack stood in the thick smoke, surrounded by a fog of uncertainty. He tightly gripped the glowing energy saber, his only reliance in this chaotic battle. The sounds around him, the roar of mechs, the cheers of the audience, even the hum of his own mech, all seemed distant in this moment. Jack closed his eyes, trying to find a moment of peace in the chaos. 0
 
He took a deep breath, calming his mind. He realized that every move of the "Phantom Walker," including the use of smoke bombs, was meant to instill panic and increase his fear. But this only exposed the true intention of the "Phantom Walker"—he was actually afraid of Jack's power. 0
 
 
"All of this is just part of the game," Jack silently recited in his mind. "He wants me to be afraid, but I will disappoint him." Under this pressure, he felt an unprecedented clarity. He knew that as long as he remained calm, the opponent's tactics would become Jack's advantage. 0
 
Jack slowly opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the smoke. He began to listen to those faint sounds—the slight movements of the "Phantom Walker" mecha, even the rhythm of the opponent's breathing. He knew that once he spotted the opponent's trace, he would launch an attack without hesitation. 0
 
 
In this psychological and tactical confrontation, Jack is ready. His mindset has shifted from fear to calm, from panic to stability. At this critical moment, his spirit is as firm as steel. Jack's Roc Wings mech is like a raptor ready to launch a fierce attack, quietly waiting for that moment to come. 0
 
In the thick smoke, the pilot of the "Phantom Walker" mech closely monitors every subtle movement of the "Peregrine falcon" through advanced thermal imaging systems. In the dense fog, he is like a lurking cheetah, waiting for the best opportunity to pounce on his prey. His heart is filled with disdain for Jack's calm demeanor, seeing it as a provocation, a challenge to his stealth skills. 0
 
 
The pilot of "Phantom Walker" tightly grips the control stick, his heart racing, each beat echoing in his chest like a drum. His eyes gleam with fervor, much like his mech, concealed in the darkness, only in these moments does he truly feel alive. His fingertips glide lightly over the control panel, activating the mechanism to extract the longsword. This longsword hidden behind "Phantom Walker" is his proudest weapon, designed specifically to deliver a fatal blow when the enemy is least prepared. 0
 
A hint of fervor flashes in his eyes as he quietly intones in his heart, "Divine retribution!" It is his silent invocation for every decisive attack, a psychological ritual that allows him to give his all in each assault. 0
 
 
The sensors of the mecha captured the heat signal of the "Peregrine falcon," which was quietly hovering in the smoke, seemingly unaware of the danger quietly approaching. His mecha, like a shadow in the night, silently approached behind the "Peregrine falcon." His breathing became shallower, his muscles tensed, ready to unleash a deadly blow in an instant. 0
 
As his mecha drew closer, the pilot of the "Phantom Walker" could feel an inexplicable tension permeating the air. He knew this moment was decisive; if the attack failed, he would be exposed to the opponent. There was only one thought in his mind - it must be a fatal blow. 0
 
 
His longsword gleamed with a cold light as he suddenly thrust it towards the vital part of the "Peregrine falcon". 0
 
 
 
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