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    If there is a ranking, Lian Sheng must be the person Yan Shuo hates the most.

    This guy can¡¯t chat.  It's really hard to like.

    At dusk, a mecha with a severed arm spoke provocative words to the enemy plane ahead.

    Even though we are at an absolute disadvantage now, we don¡¯t seem to care at all.

    She is very relaxed.  She expressed her relief with all her heart.

    People in Sanyao are very familiar with this scene.

    "The one-armed general returns to the world?"

    "It sounds very hot-blooded, but comrades must recognize the reality. She lacks an arm that can be used to defend. How to fight later? The defense of the broken army is very useless."

    "It seems that Western swordsmanship is more powerful? Now we have the advantage. And the swordsmanship looks more gentlemanly, and the mecha with the weight of a pig has become more flexible."

    "Get out of here, you're a shameful pig."

    "What is powerful is not Western swordsmanship or Eastern ancient martial arts, but people. Who can use it more powerfully. I feel that the general in front did not perform well."

    "Yan Shuo seems easy to talk to, but can be very fierce when fighting. I suggest she give up early to avoid being too ugly."

    ¡°You¡¯ve already given up, don¡¯t say whether it looks good or not.¡±

    Losing a left arm used for defense is definitely not just a matter of a person losing a hand.

    After the mecha is dismantled, its complete defense on the surface is equivalent to being destroyed.

    If she had a winning streak in the early stage, she could use the special material on her left arm to block the gunfire, but now, she must do her best to avoid it.  The circuits inside the mecha were connected, and the opponent was attacking her wound fiercely. Lian Sheng would soon be ejected from the cockpit due to circuit problems.

    Does she understand the current situation?

    It seems that he doesn¡¯t understand.

    Lian Sheng said: "I like swords very much. So I also like people who like swords."

    Yan Shuo frowned and said, "What?"

    "You can tell a person by looking at his sword. Even with the same swordsmanship, different people can have different tastes." Lian Sheng raised his head and said, "Your sword tells me that you are a very good person."  A pragmatic person, every sword you strike will land where it should."

    Yan Shuo didn't know what she was talking about, so he held it in for a long time and said, "I told you I don't like you."

    Lian Sheng said: "Oh, whether you like me or not has nothing to do with me. Besides, what I like is your swordsmanship, not you. Don't get me wrong."

    Yan Shuo: ""

    Lian Sheng raised her sword. She was really unfamiliar with this sword.

    "If possible, I would like to know you better. Let's compete with you for a while." Lian Sheng shrugged, "But since it's a competition, let's forget it. If we continue, we'll lose."

    Yan Shuo: ""

    What on earth is this guy talking about?

    Yan Shuo was the first swordsman she saw here.  Western swordsmanship was the first swordsmanship she came into contact with.

    No matter which one it is, she feels a kindred feeling of sympathy for each other.

    Yan Shuo said in a ghostly tone: "You mean you are letting me?"

    ??Lian Sheng stretched out his only arm and said to him: "Come on now."

    "I don't know what you are talking about." Yan Shuo's tone suddenly turned sharp, "But I don't like you, and I don't like swords either!"

    ??Lian Sheng tilted his head: "You don't like swords?"

    Yan Shuo shouted, lunged again, and rushed toward her piecemeal.

    His long sword was close to Lian Sheng's left arm, trying to point it directly at the cockpit from her mutilated part.  Or dismantle her mecha bit by bit to achieve your own goals.

    Yan Shuo's sword is more flexible, but Lian Sheng's sword is too bulky.

    But she used her heavy sword to make the same move as Yan Shuo.

    Use the back part of the sword to block his peak, then press your wrist diagonally to the side, adjust the position with small steps, and thrust forward.

    She successfully imitated this attack and forced Yan Shuo back.

    All the spectators were shocked.  I thought I was dazzled.

    Those fluttering swords, the movements and postures of stepping back, the slight shaking of the wrist, and the timing

    They indeed saw the shadow of Western swordsmanship in Lian Sheng.

    Po Jun is lighter than Liba, so the movements are fast and sharp, and the attacks are also very agile.

    Compared with the image shown by Liba, Pojun seems to be more western.sp; Yan Shuo's expression finally broke, and he swung the long sword in his hand fiercely.  His left hand desperately pulled out the remaining barrel and fired a bullet at her, trying to gain some distance and avoid close combat.

    He took the initiative to retreat.

    The current situation has suddenly changed, and the advantage is biased towards the winning streak.  No one dared to rashly guess the future direction.  However, I couldn't help but wonder, what would Yan Shuo's state of mind be like if he was defeated by his own sword move?

    The onlookers exclaimed with emotion.  This scene is quite enjoyable.

    "Oh my God, it's so so fast! Can Po Jun move so fast?"

    "This is not the speed of Po Jun, which Po Jun cannot reach. This is the assistance of the propeller."

    "I don't play much Sanyao, so don't lie to us. Can the thruster still be used like this? Are you afraid it's not funny?"

    "The difficulty is not something that ordinary people can learn. I don't have a good grasp of the center of gravity. Isn't it because you don't fall enough when you play with the thruster like this?"

    "Facts prove it is possible. Isn't that just how she plays? Is it blind to say it's impossible?"

    "Whoever tells me that the general is a novice in mechas again, I will dig out his electronic eyes with my fingers!"

    Yan Shuo looked at Lian Sheng and breathed heavily.

    Can different people develop different tastes?

    No, from beginning to end, his swordsmanship has only one look.

    Since he was a child, every sword strike and every angle he thrust has been accurately calculated.  His actions can be represented by a series of numbers.  And he spends more than ten hours every day to get closer to this string of numbers.

    That was when he still didn¡¯t understand what Western swordsmanship was.  That was when he had no idea what the meaning of this behavior was.  That's when he had no other choice but to do this.

    He was forced to follow a path chosen by others.

    inherited?  He hates this kind of step-by-step inheritance without knowing what it means.  Why should he take on this responsibility?

    Years of sword training have brought him more disappointment and scolding from his father.  Others thought he was talented, but he only saw the irony in these two words.  They don't understand anything. He should be able to do better, but he can't.

    This is what he sees as Western swordsmanship.

    So he hates Western swordsmanship and weakness.

    ¡­He hates swords.

    "What kind of soul does such a swordsmanship have that can be imitated?"

    Yan Shuo took two deep breaths, slid out of a circle, and headed towards the winning streak.  The winning streak sword was stretched out in front of him, ready to attack.  But he put down his long sword and turned to draw the cannon barrel from behind.

    The winning streak was a surprise.  Is this an attempt to take advantage of the close range to launch highly lethal long-range artillery fire?

    Are they actually going to die together?

    No, it¡¯s not.  The heavily armored mecha has a hard shell, so the first person to die must be Po Jun.

    The spectators immediately sweated and couldn't help but stood up excitedly, staring at the screen.

    No one knew what happened inside. They saw a wide-edged iron sword flying out in the gray clouds raised by the explosion.  It was broken in half by waves in the air.  Half of it penetrated the beam next to it, and the other half fell to the ground.

    When the smoke cleared, everyone gasped again.

    The Mecha-Broken Army is still standing, but half of its right arm was lost in the bombing, leaving only the upper arm and a weapon mounted on it.

    ¡°In this way, both of Lian Sheng¡¯s arms were broken.  As a melee mecha, can you still continue fighting if you can't even pick up a weapon?

    Liba is slightly better, but it is not optimistic.  Various parts of its body were damaged to varying degrees.  The fragile cockpit on the chest was also exposed.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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