A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 202 Fantasy Mecha

When the Oni Warrior mech broke through the wall of smoke containing bio-viruses, the former governor's response was undeniably timely.

Although he used rhetoric to manipulate the fighters outside the poison wall, he didn't actually harbor any illusions or completely lower his guard, thinking that those people wouldn't make a move.

No one understood better than him how high the probability of "outlaws" and "madmen" appearing in Violet State after street fighting was legalized.

As soon as the wall of poisonous smoke was rippled, he swiftly retreated into the drill chariot. The entrance on the top of the chariot was immediately sealed by armor, and the two exhaust pipes at the rear of the vehicle simultaneously spewed out large amounts of scorching air.

The Oni Warrior's head and the large sword he was wielding burst into the smoke wall, but half of his body was still inside, indistinct. In that moment, the drill chariot accelerated and rammed into it.

Without a second thought, Balot manipulated the mecha, letting his arms drop down, and the large sword pressed down like a guillotine.

The timing was perfect. Just as the drill chariot collided with the Holtzmann shield and slowed down, it was inevitably sliced ​​in half by this strike.

However, halfway through its charge, the chariot suddenly lifted its front, and the rear wheels dug two large craters in the ground, causing the entire vehicle to leap into the air, even surpassing the height of the large sword, and heading straight for the head of the Ghost Valley mech.

From another angle, the vehicle would still be affected by the energy field that was tightly enveloping the entire mech, forcing it to reduce its speed to below thirty meters per second. However, even at thirty meters per second, it was fast enough at this distance to make it difficult for anyone to react.

—When the drill vehicle is affected by the energy field, it means that the drill is less than a meter away from the head of the mech.

At least, the large sword that was just swung down was too powerful to be forcibly twisted back up to block or attack.

The demon-shaped mecha's eyes shone bright red.

The former governor, looking out from inside the tank, was suddenly blinded by the intense red light, and his vision blurred slightly as the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

The mech's head, which was practically within arm's reach, suddenly vanished. Immediately afterward, a tremendous force struck from above, slamming into the top of the vehicle and forcefully slamming the airborne vehicle back to the ground.

Boom!

The tank was violently deformed, and beneath the deeply sunken ground, large chunks of cracked and bulging concrete around it made an extremely piercing friction sound against the metal surface of the tank.

The viewing channel inside the tank immediately ruptured and was destroyed. The former governor, who was dizzy and nauseous from the impact of the fall, still didn't understand what had happened.

On the contrary, the fighters outside could vaguely see what had just happened through the smoke that was being violently disturbed.

That mech was several stories high, with shoulders almost as wide as a street, when the drill tank was about to hit the mech's nose...

I did a backflip.

In just a moment, the backward flipping motion was incredibly fluid and light, making one almost forget how heavy and sturdy the metal body was, as if it were the most skilled dancer, supple, slender, and athletic.

It flipped on the spot, soared into the air, and didn't need to use its hands to support itself on the ground; the mech's hands were still tightly gripping the large sword.

During the flip, Balot used the toes of his mech to hook the airborne chariot, pressing it back to the ground and stomping on it fiercely.

"Sir, do you remember me?"

Balot laughed loudly, manipulating the mech's feet to continuously crush the drill vehicle, the friction of the metal creating a lot of noise.

That posture was like stepping on a discarded, worthless cigarette butt, or crushing a hateful, lowly insect.

"When you were governor, we met during a speech. You praised me generously to my family, saying I was good in every way, but unfortunately, I wasn't in good health. You suggested they hand over the Balot family business to my cousin?"

"Do you remember? Do you remember? Do you remember?"

With each question Balotelli asked, he kicked the chariot hard, stomping it beyond recognition and causing all four tires to come off at an angle.

"I really want to thank you!"

The Oni Warrior moved his foot away, and the mecha raised its large sword high.

Steel, oil, and flames spurted out like blood, and the chariot was split in two by the blade and exploded.

When the broadsword was raised again, only a few smoking pieces of car body debris remained on either side of the blade mark; not even a trace of the former governor's flesh and blood could be found.

As Oni-Mujin straightened up, the thick, stagnant wall of smoke in his line of sight resembled hundreds of dim, grayish ribbons, flowing rapidly and converging behind the mech.

The hinge at the mecha's neck emitted a faint friction sound as it turned its head to look behind it.

The wind howled, and faint thunder rumbled as all the biochemical virus smoke was drawing towards the bluish-gray thundercloud vortex.

The person controlling this vortex was an acquaintance whom Balot had never met.

Back when Fachi and his ilk were still alive, they had casually spread the news of their collaboration with this person among the old nobles.

Balot had seen photos of Guan Luoyang back then.

Then, when I saw Guan Luoyang online for the second time, it was already the scene of Fachi and the other two being killed on the street.

"Oh, it was you."

Balot's voice was amplified by the mecha's loudspeaker, making even the weakest tone sound clear and resonant. "You should also be considered one of the organizers of this competition, right? This is only the first base, and you're already rushing to get involved?"

"Don't misunderstand, it's your own choice to fight to the death, and I can wait. But..."

All the toxic fumes had converged into the vortex, which expanded to be almost as tall as Guan Luoyang.

As he spoke, his five fingers curled slightly, and the vortex suddenly tightened, revealing the upper half of his face.

The air hissed and popped, and many murky droplets were compressed out of the swirling smoke, still spinning and gathering.

"But you shouldn't litter like this, it spreads so easily, it's so inconsiderate!"

Guan Luoyang's fingers curled again, clenching into a fist.

Many dense air currents, like taut bowstrings snapping simultaneously, emitted a dull tremor. The entire vortex of smoke was completely compressed into a liquid sphere, only the size of a basketball, hovering in front of his fist.

Without the obstruction of the swirling smoke, Balot was able to meet Guan Luoyang's gaze.

Inside the most heavily protected cockpit of the Oni Warrior mech, there are channels for observation outwards, yet the view from the outside world is strictly blocked.

Yet, upon meeting his gaze, Balot couldn't help but feel as if he had been seen through.

Under Guan Luoyang's gaze, the sturdy and reliable metal structures around him seemed unable to serve as safe shelters.

Balot once again experienced that feeling of being disarmed and left alone in a wheelchair. No matter how much desire he had to attack, his weak limbs could not support his movements, and the fluctuations in his emotions would even damage his organ functions again.

"you……"

His initial cautious and restrained thoughts were instantly thrown to the winds, and Balot let out two angry chuckles.

"You think taking down those three is something amazing? If I weren't sick, I'd be stronger than all of you."

"I can't walk because God is jealous of me. What right do you have to look at me like that!"

With his speech suddenly quickening, Balot piloted his mecha forward, taking a large step and slashing at Guan Luoyang with his sword.

Guan Luoyang flicked his left hand, pulled out a plastic bag from his Small Universe Technique, put the poison ball in it, and stored it in his personal space. His body then spiraled and moved to the side of the greatsword's handle, where he slapped it with his palm.

The moment the palm strike was unleashed, it triggered the mysterious effect of the Holtzmann Shield. Guan Luoyang felt his palm strike suddenly go empty, and he didn't know where it had gone.

But he had anticipated this. His palm twitched, and then a second burst of palm force erupted. The speed of his palm was controlled to a level that would not trigger the shield effect, and he struck the hilt of the knife.

His moves were so natural that outsiders couldn't tell the exhaustion of the first palm strike and the connection between the second. It was as smooth as flowing water as he struck his target.

The alloy thermal energy sword, which was more than ten meters long, was deflected by his palm, and the blade scraped sand and stones off the ground.

In this world, fighters who pursue physical strength often have to undergo arduous training, carrying huge stone balls to climb mountains, leaping over ravines, punching and kicking against mountain walls to hone their skin and bones, and burying themselves deep in quicksand swamps to forge their internal organs.

They train until their teeth, hair, and eyebrows fall out and regenerate, allowing "qi" to flow like engine oil through their savage human bodies. Only then can they reach the point where they can easily withstand bullets with their bare hands and unleash force in the tens of tons. Only then can they be considered "outstanding" among martial artists.

These physical attributes are merely the most basic properties for the Oni Warrior mech.

It was originally a humanoid machine that transcended its time, was unearthed from the dust of history, and was cleansed anew with the capital of the new era!

The main material of this mecha is ultra-nano alloy, which has extremely high resistance to any type of physical damage such as penetration, vibration, explosion, high temperature, and freezing.

It is about half the size shorter than the Armored Titan after Fage's transformation, but its weight is much greater than that of the Armored Titan. With such a sturdy and heavy body, even the slightest movement could crush a shop building with its thighs and back.

Between the outer layer of the mech and the cockpit, there are multiple layers of insulation, ensuring a flawless and comprehensive design for both offense and defense.

Guan Luoyang's attack was accompanied by a violent surge of mental electricity. With a single palm strike, sparks of electricity crackled and danced across the entire mecha, yet it did not interfere with the internal power transmission system.

The moment the blade of the Oni Warrior's mecha was knocked away, his toes suddenly darted forward half a step.

Its half-step is a distance that an ordinary person cannot cover in seven or eight steps.

The metal toes, with the outlines of battle boots still faintly visible and the dust and dirt that had just been picked up, looked like an out-of-control dump truck that crashed into Guan Luoyang in the blink of an eye.

Guan Luoyang's speed was limited, but his skills were ingrained in his bones. With a flick of his body, he controlled the surrounding airflow, like a leaf blown by wind pressure, avoiding the mecha's foot-blade-like impact.

He yanked his trench coat in mid-air, glided swiftly to the knees of the Oni Warrior mech, touched the ground with his toes, almost touching the surface of the mech, glided over its chest, and soared toward the head of the Oni Warrior mech.

But at that moment, Balot maneuvered the mecha forward and rammed it, using the entire chest of the mecha as a weapon, unleashing a short but powerful force like a landslide.

Guan Luoyang kicked it, and because there was no other foothold, he was actually sent flying far away.

"Huh, this move..."

The way this move generates force is somewhat similar to the Baguazhang "Embracing the Tiger Returning to the Mountain" and the Luohanquan "Combined Body Fighting the Tiger" styles that Guan Luoyang was familiar with.

Balotelli may not have practiced those two martial arts, but they were definitely exquisite martial arts techniques that formed their own system.

Although mechs are powerful, they have far fewer parts than the human body. It is truly a gift that Balot can control a mech to perform close-quarters martial arts.

What Guan Luoyang didn't know was that Balot had never had the opportunity to practice martial arts before because of his physical condition. He probably couldn't even finish the first three movements of the first section of a set of gymnastics.

His method of learning martial arts was simply watching videos and then imagining it in his mind.

But today, as he piloted this mech and fought his way through, bringing the enemy's speed to a similar level, no one could break his weapon or block his blade.

This boosted Balotelli's confidence, giving him a feeling that most of his wishes had been fulfilled.

Give him a chance, even just through fantasy, and he can defeat the experience of a thousand real battles.

"Again!"

With a swing of his greatsword, the long hilt began to spin in the mech's hands, the blade turning into a blur.

Without the fine muscles of the wrist and the skin of the hand, and certainly not relying on a pre-installed rotating mechanism, this move is no less difficult. So, using two pieces of dead wood to hold the red bean, and without any other energy assistance, relying solely on the control of force, he made the red bean between the dead wood rotate and peel itself.

Balot was able to do this thanks to his mastery of fighting techniques.

Guan Luoyang was naturally aware of the difficulty of this move. Seeing the blade tip turn into a phantom and press down on him, he twitched his index finger, feeling a little itchy.

However, by this time, more and more fighters had arrived. After the bio-virus was removed, the deterrent effect of this place was greatly reduced, and some people were preparing to burrow underground and head to the base.

Hearing all this commotion, Guan Luoyang laughed loudly, then moved like a whirlwind, dodging the blade and standing still fifty meters away.

"Your swordsmanship is quite unique. Well then, try taking one of my strikes."

He lightly pressed his dantian with his left hand, seemingly unintentionally, while his right hand had four fingers together, his thumb hooked to the side, and his fingertips pointing diagonally to the ground.

Balot completely ignored what he was saying. The spindle at the waist and the liquid booster at the hip of the mecha were combined into one, the long sword was held horizontally, and the nano batteries installed on the shoulders received the vibration of the power transmitted from the waist, releasing even greater power.

Waist and hips as one, shoulders and arms as one, eyes and gun as one.

Balot used the spinning broadsword as a spear, thrusting forward with unstoppable force.

The Oni Warrior mech originally belonged to the Rising Sun Empire in the Red Alert world; it was a humanoid mech piloted by the most fanatical samurai.

However, if the current Balot were to appear in that world, even the mech pilots in their most fanatical state would likely be shocked by such a scene and begin to have profound doubts—

Who exactly deserves to be called a "Demon Warrior"?

All the fighters still on the ground were drawn to this scene, witnessing the twilight-red alloy demon figure rushing towards them.

Guan Luoyang raised his right palm.

"This strike is called, Skyscraper!"

The wreckage floated in the air, causing weightlessness throughout the area!

(End of this chapter)