The Valkyrie's first attack failed, so she flipped over and, without hesitation, unleashed her second strike. The chilling aura spread through the air, standing out starkly in this dimension that was half fire and half darkness.
Axe-wielder clearly felt the thunderous attacks growing stronger and more ruthless, each strike aimed at vital points.
Like a sudden storm, it showed no sign of stopping.
It was struggling to cope, blocking and defending from both sides, unable to create a suitable distance to gain breathing space. If given the opportunity, it would have various ways to deal with the situation and would not be in such a passive position.
The Valkyrie realized this and always fought at close range, engaging in fierce battles and following her like a shadow.
This was an immense torment for Axehead! The unexpected move had already breached the defenses below his chest, and the wound on his abdomen, already bloody and gruesome, was now being torn apart again during the battle. Putting aside the pain, the impact on his melee combat was already unbearable.
The brown blood didn't look like blood; instead, it resembled the sap flowing from an old tree, half yellow and half brown, splashed on the gray glacial surface.
Just as it was about to repeat its old trick, using the frantically hatching slugs to create space, a series of loud explosions suddenly resounded! Mushroom clouds rose throughout the entire dimension, flames billowed, and the temperature instantly soared. The dense, gray-black smoke from the explosions formed a cloud, obscuring everything beneath its feet.
Its eyes widened in fury, and it stared blankly for a moment.
Unexpectedly, the Federation's judgment was so astonishing that they directly located the insect queen, fundamentally suppressing the continuous infestation of insect slugs.
As soon as it took effect, the fire continued to burn, the number of insects kept decreasing, and there was no follow-up replenishment. By then, it was too late for it to try to control the situation.
Inside the cockpit of the War Maiden, Luo Xiaoli gripped her knife, her eyes fixed firmly on the enemy. She would not give them another chance. Gritting her teeth, she lunged forward and launched a fierce attack.
She unleashed the moves she had practiced countless times in the cold weapon training hall, sweating profusely until her delicate hands were covered in blisters. The steel blade wasn't as light as she had imagined; even a typical female college student with little strength would find it difficult to wield, let alone practice with it all day long. Yet, not a single one of the Federation mecha trainees gave up. They might complain a few times about being tired, but the next day they would still rush to the training room early.
Then, grasp your favorite knife and unleash one move after another.
She has a tenacious character, never admits defeat when she gets serious, and is supported by her beliefs. With her exceptional talent, she makes rapid progress.
Teacher Jiuyue admired her and had said some things to her privately.
She said that the skills she's practicing now are actually not very useful on the battlefield; being able to use simple and practical basic moves is enough. Many people practice only a few moves, repeat them for ten years, and then become masters. The reason is that real combat and training are vastly different.
A perfect swordsman must have blood on his hands.
She had tasted the pain of slashing each other with opponents who fought to the death—not with unsharpened blades, but with real, sharp knives that could create a gruesome wound simply by grazing the skin. A sharp weapon is sharp because it can cause harm upon contact.
September had numerous wounds, large and small. In her struggle to survive, she ruthlessly slit the throat of her former comrade. Her face was stained red with blood gushing from the arteries. She understood that terrifying feeling, the suffocating sensation of losing a single move and dying on the spot.
In that situation, the desire to survive and the gradually growing desire to kill intertwined. Everywhere the eyes saw was red, and the nose smelled the stench of blood.
The senses are magnified to an extreme, as if one were in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, which would distort a normal person and cause them to lose their emotions.
"As long as you hold the knife, you must always maintain a strong killing intent in your heart. That way, no matter what stands in front of you, you will have the confidence to cut it down."
"Only those with a bloodthirsty nature can prevail in a narrow encounter."
Luo Xiaoli recalled the two sentences spoken by the usually aloof Teacher Jiuyue, each word a gem.
She truly felt what "vigorous killing intent" meant!
No wonder September said that real combat and training are very different; the difference lies here.
Countless swings of the sword, and in the end, all that remains is a mediocre swordsman.
Only by honing your skills in real combat can you become a top-notch swordsman.
The war maiden wielded an ice blade, displaying exquisite swordsmanship as she darted and weaved through the air, leaping and slashing down with deadly force. She moved with the agility of a swallow and the speed of lightning, each strike extremely dangerous.
The relentless attacks forced the axe-headed creature to retreat steadily. To make matters worse, after it used its hard-edged, deformable weapon to block the attacks several times, the ice blades shattered, and white mist filled the air. It had no choice but to retreat frantically to prevent its body from freezing.
Before she could even catch her breath, the War Maiden reached down and slammed her hand into the ice. When she lifted it up, it was a new weapon emitting a chilling aura.
It is, after all, a living being, and cannot fight to the death with a mech that knows no pain and no fatigue. It needs breathing space and needs to seize other opportunities.
Looking to the other side now, something even more disastrous happened.
Missiles were continuously being delivered into the dimension, the launchers never stopping. Gunners aimed at all the glaciers detected on the map. After the explosions, the insectoid nests suffered heavy damage. The heavy armored soldiers holding the silver shields were now under less pressure and could free up their hands to make flexible formation changes. The sea of fire created by the individual combat mechs also became less intense. In just a few minutes, the insectoids would pose no threat to humanity at all.
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