Turning his head, he saw a giant wearing a ghost mask and clad in strange Japanese traditional armor rushing towards him at great speed. A katana, over a meter long, trailed a dazzling "Flowing Light Belt" by his side.
Carefully scrutinizing the opponent's peculiar armor with a hint of sci-fi aura, Zhu Haomiao recalled a certain Brittania officer and curved his lips with interest.
He hurled the shell he held as a Dark Weapon, the terrifying strength instantaneously accelerating the shell to its limit, appearing before the armored giant in a flash.
Yamamoto Seiji's pupils contracted fiercely, raising his sword and striking, the katana's blade accurately deflected the shell horizontally.
The shell brushed past Yamamoto Seiji, landing not far behind him with a violent explosion of light and shockwave.
Using the powerful force of the shockwave behind him, Yamamoto Seiji accelerated his charge, advancing towards the enemy with irresistible momentum.
The katana, over a meter long, cleaved down with a chilling gleam, but Zhu Haomiao neither dodged nor evaded. He infused his Inner Breath into the army knife, striking back head-on.
Seeing the enemy's reckless act, Yamamoto Seiji under the ghostly armor grinned sinisterly, channeling his full strength, slashing down fiercely.
How could mere flesh and blood compete in strength with the Magic Armor?!
The frosty blade edges collided fiercely, erupting in a mass of bright sparks.
Amidst the piercing clash of metal, the point of contact became the epicenter, with a naked-eye visible shockwave suddenly spreading out, forming a ball-shaped white mist dome that expanded to over ten meters before dissipating.
Amidst the flying sand and stones, Yamamoto Seiji's eyelid twitched. The anticipated scene of slicing the opponent and blade in half didn't appear; instead, the recoil that passed even through the buffer of the Magic Armor made his tiger's mouth numb.
In a daze, he felt like he wasn't clashing with mere flesh and blood, but confronting another Magic Armor head-on instead!
On the other side, feeling an overwhelming unstoppable force pouring into his army knife, Zhu Haomiao, well-prepared, did not resist hard; instead, he leapt backward with the force, seeming to be flung into the air like he had been struck into the air, bouncing back.
Though he flung the enemy dozens of meters with a single slash, Yamamoto Seiji felt no joy, but an ominous premonition surged in his heart.
Because he knew his strength hadn't truly landed; the enemy merely retreated with the flow, widening the distance, and was not even injured!
To withstand a full-powered strike from the Magic Armor completely unharmed with mere flesh and blood…
What kind of monster is this?
For a moment, he recalled the rumors of the Holy Spirit Descending…
As the core force of the Imperial Army, he had even encountered some "Abnormal People" with bizarre powers.
The strongest among them could withstand the Magic Armor head-on with mere flesh and blood, not falling behind!
And the boy before him was so similar to those people…
The same youth, the same peculiar style, the same incomprehensible, the same frightening…
On the other side, Zhu Haomiao traced an arc in the air, shedding all the force, landing lightly on the ground like a feather.
Lifting the army knife in his hand, a thumb-sized notch appeared on the blade, and even with the Armor Breaking Power's enhancement, the weapon forged of ordinary iron couldn't withstand the clash.
Blinking his eyes, the boy thoughtfully looked ahead, where, tens of meters away, a towering and burly armored giant stood like a small mountain blocking his path.
Only at this distance did the difference in size between the two parties become apparent to others.
The burly armored giant was more than two meters tall, estimated to be nearly two and a half meters!
Zhu Haomiao's height reached only to his opponent's chest, with a width only about one third!
Purely from size, they simply weren't in the same league!
However, after the probing strike just now, Zhu Haomiao was fully confident of crushing him.
The deep, dark pupils shimmered faintly, an indistinct sound of the sea released from the boy's body, concentric circles of semi-transparent ripples distorted the air, spreading like ripples.
Stacked Waves Strength!
Against ordinary locust armies, his damage was completely overkill, so he hadn't used the Extraordinary Authority that enhanced his strength.
But when faced with the iron clod blocking his way, he could finally be slightly serious.
Discarding the nearly broken katana, Zhu Haomiao revealed a sinister smile of hunting delight, slowly drawing a gorgeous and lustrous Eight-sided Han Sword from his waist.
Hope you can make it worthwhile for me…
The tall and slender figure vanished from the spot without any warning, and tens of meters away, Yamamoto Seiji felt a stabbing pain between his brows, only detecting a remnant shadow abruptly appearing by his side.
No, he didn't make any move to store power at all!
In the blink of an eye, he didn't have time to think, his body instinctively reacted, raising his sword to protect himself.
A bright spark exploded in mid-air, the instinctive defense blocked the enemy's attack, but the terrifying force that followed made his eyes widen in disbelief.
The giant, weighing more than a ton with armor, was knocked sideways as if struck by heavy artillery, rolling and scraping along the ground, leaving a trench over ten meters long.
On the other side, Zhu Haomiao watched with interest as the enemy bounced and rolled on the ground, pacing leisurely to keep up.
After such close contact, he realized that the enemy's actual physique wasn't as massive as it appeared.
The armor covering him, rather than being armor, was more like a Mecha!
Within it housed a complex and mysterious transcendent structure, seemingly belonging to a unique supernatural power of this dimension!
I wonder if a descender could wear it?
If I can't operate a Gundam, piloting such a small Mecha could still be fun…
The fleeting miscellaneous thoughts passed from his mind, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a moment, then sighed with regret.
It seems unlikely, this thing seems to be a product of the fusion of science and the Mysterious Side, not like Li Cang's Golden Sacred Armor.
Unless it's a Transcendent from a Mecha System, other system Transcendents probably couldn't be compatible.
While Zhu Haomiao pondered how to operate a Gundam, Yamamoto Seiji recovered from the intense impact, looking at the youth approaching step by step with his treasure sword held diagonally, fear gripping him.
Like tidal waves, pressure pounded his soul wave after wave, Yamamoto Seiji couldn't understand why such overbearing power capable of crushing the Magic Armor resided in what appeared to be a slender weak shell!
Even those "Abnormal People" could only resist the Magic Armor for a short time; he hadn't seen anyone flip the Magic Armor with a single strike!
Could it be… China also has the Holy Spirit Descending?!
Turmoil and shock raged in his heart, Yamamoto Seiji fiercely bit his tongue, suppressing all fear to the depths of his heart, reviving his fighting spirit.