diskusbooks Chapter 9 The Real Death
Chapter 9 The Real Death
The commotion from the audience nearly shook the entire arena.
The spikes moved first.
He swung his arm, which held the heavy hammer, with a sudden, powerful swing, the sound of the hammerhead scraping the ground sending shivers down the spine. Someone in the front row let out an excited roar, while she cautiously shifted her position slightly.
Zhen Tianzun did not resist.
He raised his shield to block, and the loud bang of the metal colliding almost made the vector audio receiver go numb. Then, the whole machine used the force to pull back half a step, cleanly and neatly dissipating the momentum of that impact.
The spikes gave him no time to catch his breath; the second hammer blow came almost directly from the residual force of the first, striking him squarely. The force was terrifying; even the impact of the blow, when it missed its target and landed on the ground, created a ring of cracks.
The optical mirror, which was perched on the railing, jumped in surprise.
She now understood that this guy called "Spiked Nail" wasn't just there to make up the numbers.
He is strong, steady, and ruthless. Moreover, his heavy hammer is not just swung randomly. It is a typical power-based suppression style. Once you are forced into his attack range, it is difficult to get out easily.
Zhen Tianzun, however, did not rush to press down.
He seemed to be watching.
Watch his starting move with spikes, watch the coordination between his shoulder armor and waist when he swings his hammer, and watch the brief moment after he finishes swinging when he has to adjust his center of gravity.
As he stared at the field, an analogy almost instinctively popped into his mind.
Zhen Tianzun is like a tiger in the natural world: he observes, lies in ambush, waits patiently, and then strikes swiftly and decisively to kill.
When the spiked hammer came down for the third time, Zhen Tianzun finally moved.
It suddenly deformed.
Accompanied by a series of familiar yet ridiculously cool mechanical transformation sounds, the silver-gray body folded into a jet engine form in a very short time. The next second, the thrusters roared out flames, and the entire fuselage shot off, skimming the ground.
That happened too fast.
The vector only managed to capture a cold, bright afterimage in the field of vision.
Spikes clearly hadn't expected him to deform and lunge forward at this distance. The hammer had only been raised halfway when the nose of the Thunder God's machine gun, carrying the momentum of its thrust, slammed into his left side chest.
A tremendous crashing sound exploded.
The force of the impact lifted the entire person, no, the entire machine, off the ground, causing his back to slam heavily against the metal wall at the edge of the court, denting the wall and causing cracks to spread along its edges.
The audience erupted in almost frenzied cheers.
"Heavenly Venerable!"
"Heavenly Venerable!"
"Heavenly Venerable!"
The commentator practically yelled, "What a brilliant push! Zhen Tianzun completely disrupted the spikes' rhythm and pinned him to the wall!"
The sound made Yin Vector's head go numb, but he still stared intently at the field.
The spikes are still being put together.
He let out a near-roaring mechanical roar, slamming his heavy hammer forward in an attempt to force the Thunder God away from him. But before the blow could actually land, the Thunder God had already transformed back into his robot form, using the momentum from his previous charge to land directly on the ground, raising his shield and slamming it down hard.
The shield and the heavy hammer collided, producing a screeching sound that made the machine's teeth ache.
The spiked arm was pinned down.
Just for this one moment.
Zhen Tianzun's other hand had already gripped the point where the spike head connected to the neck.
The ignition vector suddenly leaped.
In that instant, before she could even fully process what he was about to do, she saw Zhen Tianzun exert force in his arm, the metal lines on his shoulders and back taut, his movements swift and decisive.
Click.
The sound was frighteningly short.
There was nothing earth-shattering, just a sudden, instantaneous sound of something being completely torn apart.
The next second, the head of the spike, along with several strands of wire that were still crackling, was forcibly ripped off.
An electric spark suddenly exploded, and blue-white current shot out along the broken interface and exposed wires, illuminating the scene so brightly that a few drops of the sprayed energy liquid even splashed onto the Thunder God's mask, but he didn't even blink.
The massive body of the Spiked Machine swayed slightly.
Then it collapsed heavily.
Like a large piece of scrap metal that has finally lost its support.
The entire venue erupted in cheers.
Screams, whistles, loud banging on the railing, and the commentator's almost hysterical shouts all slammed into the vector audio receiver, making her head feel like it was going to shake twice.
For a fleeting moment, however, she didn't hear anything clearly.
He just stared at the machine on the field that hadn't moved since, his mind blank for two seconds.
She knew what that meant.
Even if it wasn't blood, bones, or the warm and wretched kind of death in the human world, she still knew.
That's not "damaged" or "incapacitated".
He is dead.
When she stood on that field in the last match, if she hadn't been shameless enough to rush forward and beg for mercy, and if Zhen Tianzun hadn't happened to see the defective mark on her wrist, she probably would have ended up like this.
It collapsed directly.
It will become a pile of scrap metal that will never stand up on its own again.
She unconsciously tightened her grip on the railing, and even her optical glasses shrank slightly.
The woman above her, who had previously given her her seat, seemed to have seen this kind of scene before. She even whistled, her tone carrying a hint of genuine admiration.
"That's more like it. The spikes held up longer than I thought."
The vector remained silent.
She just kept watching the field.
Zhen Tianzun stood beside the collapsed machine, his outer armor gleaming, holding the severed head in his hand, seemingly without the slightest disruption to the energy circuits.
The audience is going crazy for him.
The commentator was calling his name.
He stood there, as if he was destined to win.
Suddenly, the vector became very clear about something.
The Shaniks in the arena truly risked their lives.
As he stared at the field, his mind gradually calmed down amidst the noise.
Her previous act of rushing forward, begging for mercy, and being completely shameless now seems like the most correct thing to do.
As it turns out, when you're alive, losing face a little isn't a big deal.
And another thing is also crystal clear.
Earning money to repair mechs through the arena is simply not feasible for someone in her current state.
She is not Zhen Tianzun.
This machine of hers is not one either.
If they go up two more times, it's hard to say whether Shaknife will be able to get it; the probability of them being dismantled into parts is much higher.
She has to find another way.