Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 593 Foreshadowing?

Instead of thrusting its puffs backward, Hercules charged forward sideways, directly into the steel shield. This seemingly extremely risky maneuver prompted Roger to exclaim in admiration.

Indeed, skill breeds daring...

If he were to exhale backward, he would be immediately put under pressure; while lunging towards the fist might seem to result in a lighter blow, in reality, Logan could easily reach out and block him. If he could block for even a moment, that incredibly powerful steel shield would be enough to cause Hercules to lose at least a severed arm.

If it were Roger himself, to deal with this attack, he would definitely side-pump towards the steel shield, then make slight adjustments to the direction of the aircraft to dodge the steel shield's slash, while simultaneously positioning himself to the side of the opponent and launching a fierce counterattack.

Therefore, after his initial strike missed, Logan immediately adjusted the angle of his steel shield and swung it back towards Hercules. The steel shield collided with Hercules' fist, and both mechs were simultaneously forced back several steps.

"Rogando's body weight should be greater than Hercules'... plus the different points of impact, he should be dissipating the force." Xie Yu coughed and muttered to himself, using an analytical approach that Rogando had mentioned to him before.

However, no one was in the mood to praise him at this moment; everyone in the command room had their eyes on the big screen.

“Achilles’ fighting skills have improved again,” Alexander suddenly said.

Alexei nodded: "That's right, he rarely reacts like this when he's fighting you... but today, he's reacted like this several times."

Alexander's expression was somewhat complicated. He had always had mixed feelings about Achilles, this young man... On the one hand, he didn't have any senior-like protectiveness towards this rising star of the enemy, and if they met, he naturally wouldn't show any mercy; on the other hand, Achilles was an opponent he had to take seriously, and even the odds between them were tilting towards Achilles as Alexander grew older.

Without Logandao and his group… the only one who could stand against Achilles was undoubtedly himself. And if it were his former self, he would probably have harbored immense murderous intent towards Achilles. Alexander never shied away from this; he had crushed at least thirty or fifty opponents after the war. As a seasoned veteran, he always knew how to eliminate threatening adversaries.

This is the fate of the mechanical dragons. The victors are the nation's great heroes, while the losers, no matter the cost, will be ridiculed and scorned... because in the eyes of others, the crippling or death of a mechanical dragon is insignificant compared to the gains in territory and the rewards of betting.

Those he trampled to death... were just like the young Southeast Asian man who had been taken in as a student by Alexei a few years ago. Contrary to what Mu Xiang and the others initially thought, that young man had no grudge against Alexander; in fact, after training him for a while, Alexander quite admired this junior.

His fighting style differed considerably from Alexander's, who initially disliked him, finding him too weak and such. Being overly restrained and courteous to Alexander wouldn't earn the respect of this rough-around-the-edges man; on the contrary, it would provoke his displeasure. Even in ordinary sparring, a humble request like "Please offer your guidance" would earn him an eye-roll from Alexander.

However, once they became familiar with each other, Alexander didn't need Alexei's guidance. He naturally sought to improve himself from Alexei's cautious style... Only mediocre people need to imitate others' styles; geniuses examine their own shortcomings and then find valuable lessons elsewhere to compensate. And then... this young man died in a gladiatorial contest, having no grudge against his opponent, trampled to death by the United States' mechanical dragon. If it were simply a matter of inferior skill, Alexander wouldn't have held a grudge; he would only sigh a few times and occasionally think about it while drinking.

But in that particular match, the young man, believing he had won, stopped his next attack. At that point, his opponent's mech had already fallen, and the referee's countdown for the fall had reached its limit; any further attack would have been a foul. Of course, Alexander would also have acknowledged the little monkey's restraint; had he been more ruthless, he wouldn't have suffered so much.

Then, his mech was ambushed by a close-range laser from the fallen opponent... The mech fell to the ground, the situation reversed, and then he was stomped to death.

Alexander didn't care whether close-range lasers were legal to use in hand-to-hand combat, nor did he care about the other rules being debated. He only knew that a foreign kid he respected had died because of this. Therefore, he became increasingly ruthless towards the United States' mechanical dragons, and unless they surrendered beforehand, he would undoubtedly trample them.

After learning that the entire Earth was shrouded in a technique called cognitive interference, Alexander felt somewhat lost. Were the cruelty he perceived as his own style merely tasks assigned to him by a hidden ruler behind the world? Were his hatreds truly his own inner thoughts? And were the deaths of so many Allied mechanical dragons, including that young man, related to this cognitive interference?
After realizing that everything about me was related to the interference of others... everything from myself to everything around me left only an unreal void in my memory.

Fortunately, Alexander was long past the age of being prone to sentimentality. No matter how much he doubted, he was still the Allied Forces' strongest mechanical dragon... oh, now we should add "one of". In any case, he had to keep fighting.

But was the mechanical dragon, which he had thought would only die in battle like warriors and never be left with a lingering life, really just an animal for display? This was the last question that lingered in his mind.

Only when Alexander recalled the United States' mechs during the battle with Logan Road, and the factory deep in the sea filled with unmanned mechs... did he vaguely grasp another answer.

“If our gladiatorial combat still holds honor… then this final honor is entrusted to you,” Alexander murmured, watching Divana move nimbly across the screen.

Luo Gandao didn't think that far ahead; he didn't have such lofty ideals... His thoughts were very simple: to win and bring glory to his comrades in this world, while also making a fortune for the Central Continent Team.

After several rounds of offense and defense with Achilles, Divana's body did not suffer any serious damage... The two punches that hit her were not as powerful as the shield that Logandao swung at her.

Logando glanced at the steel shield stuck in the ground twenty meters away, thought for a moment, and then moved in that direction while parrying Achilles.

"This position... will allow you to take another shield."

(End of this chapter)