The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 140

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Li Mo was unwilling to accept the facts before him. He had prepared the sect-annihilation plan with the utmost care, yet he had actually been destroyed solely by Thirty-Six Hours himself! He was confident that the other sects would have recordings of this fight.

Li Mo was even more unwilling to the fact that all his efforts had become a stepping stone for Thirty-Six Hours to charge toward higher peaks of fame.

Dragon Hall must be destroyed and annihilated! Thirty-Six Hours also must be killed! Li Mo threw caution into the wind. The following is an equivalent in reality: he was like a relatively wealthy man who had sold over half of his stocks to buy this ancient mobile armor.

Of course, in the eyes of everyone present, this mobile armor was still a fortress of war that could move.

“Log off! Run away!”

Qin Fen yelled loudly. He quickly swung the M134 Vulcan Cannon in his hands toward the small alley.

Li Mo could see nothing but Qin Fen in his eyes. He didn't see the other members of Dragon Hall leave at all, even though it happened. The Vulcan Cannon on the mobile armor's arm opened fire. The metal flood, like a super talented surgical doctor, caused the wall to fly away through the air like tofu.

Qin Fen threw himself into the small alley, not daring to delay for even half a second. He knew more than anyone else just how strong the combat power of a mobile armor could be.

Drill Instructor Boor's was not to be trifled with in the field of mobile armors. Not only had Qin Fen gained skills in the field of piloting mobile armor's from being trained by Boor, he could also be said to know even various information on mobile armors from the inside out.

The mobile armor before him was of the very first generation. Even though it had already been decommissioned from the military, this didn't mean that it was lacking in power.

Each of its arms had an M134 Vulcan Cannon installed. It possessed a superpower from the might of shooting 12,000 rounds per minute. It totally could form a perfect net of firepower all by itself.

Below its arms were two Type 92 battalion guns. These possessed an automatic reload capability, allowing very high firing rates to be maintained.

Qin Fen didn't believe that he possessed the strength to face off against a first-generation mobile armor. He fled away at high speed, but the speed of the M134 Vulcan Cannons in Li Mo's hands was not slow. Rows and rows of bullets tightly followed the locations where Qin Fen ran past, causing dust and fragments of earth to stir into clouds the heights of men.

Though he had escaped into the small alley, there was no amount of safety that could be said in this place. The Type 92 battalion cannons beneath the mobile armor roared, and the wall in the alley where Qin Fen was at immediately turn into a pile of rubble.

“Ha ha ha ha! Die then! Die for me!”

Li Mo had gone mad and hysterical. He only saw Qin Fen in his eyes. He disregarded whatever offenses or penalties he made toward countless sects in this wanton destruction. He didn't think about whether or not the Beauty of Rivers and Mountains would still exist after the battle and whether he could still continue to hang around in these parts. All he wanted to do was get rid of Qin Fen.

All the other sects who weren't participating in the battle felt a certain delight.

Li Mo would certainly annihilate Dragon Hall in his madness. At the same time, he would send himself into the abyss of hell. The other sects, who participated in this battle, would suffer great losses as well.

If this were to continue, a giant blank area of power would emerge on the street — an area where the other sects could develop on.

Quite a few of the other sect-holders thought about this and couldn't help revealing faint smiles. They stared leisurely at the wall that had turned into rubble. They only cared about whether or not Thirty-Six Hours had died.

The collapsed wall was deathly silent. Some people had begun to guess that Thirty-Six Hours had died and that the war had come to an end.

Clatter…

The piles of rubble on the ground shook for a moment, and Li Mo's two M134 Vulcan Cannons and Type 92 battalion guns opened fire at the same time.

Everyone watched the powerful and fierce firepower, and they were all secretly fearful. Even an elephant, let alone Thirty-Six Hours, hiding beneath the rubble would turn into chunks of meat.

“Right here….”

Behind the wall opposite to the street, Qin Fen held the M134 Vulcan Cannon and appeared before everyone's eyes. The M134 Vulcan Cannon was facing none other than Li Mo's mobile armor.

Those spectating the fight really didn't know how to describe the shock in their hearts! My God! Did this man throw himself into that alley? How did he appear on the opposite side of the street? What had moved beneath the rubble just now? What was up with that? He's actually not running, and he actually showed himself? What does he want to do? Could it be that he seeks to use the M134 Vulcan Cannon in his hand to destroy the mobile armor? Has he gone mad?

The shock had yet to be fully felt by everyone when the M134 Vulcan Cannon in Qin Fen's hands began to open fire! A torrential metal flood struck the body of the mobile armor, causing clanking sounds of collisions to ring out.

Qin Fen's appearance gave Li Mo a fright. The fright lasted until the bullets hit the body of his mobile armor. This caused him to smile. The M134 Vulcan Cannon could easily shred a person's body to pieces. It could easily crush a wall to pieces, but this didn't mean that it could pierce the mobile armor of Li Mo.

Li Mo controlled the mobile armor to slowly swivel its body. At the same time, he utilized its loudspeaker to say, “Thirty-Six Hours, have you been scared senseless? You think you can pierce through my mobile armor with that scrap metal in your hands? If you were a meteor level expert or greater who could control Mag Drive Flying Swords, perhaps I would be afraid of your flying swords cleaving the head off of my mobile armor. However, you are nothing more than a four-star warrior. I will let you taste what is called the despair of death! You can open fire all you want, and you can strike all you want—”

Before Li Mo could finish speaking, Qin Fen's M134 Vulcan Cannon in his hand had already gone empty. Qin Fen had already used up all his bullets, countless thousands of them, with the motorized high-speed firing rate. All that remained in the air was the smoke from firing ammunition, as well as the buzzing sound generated from the electric motor.

Rumble….

Qin Fen tossed the weapon in his hands, which was worth over 10,000 American dollars, down to the ground. He gently stretched with his body, and he spoke very confidently. “I have never despaired before. And I certainly won't lose by the hands of trash like you. This time I am still the winner.”

“You….”

Li Mo was actually a bit dumbfounded by Qin Fen's words and actions.

He had tossed away his M134 Vulcan Cannon and stretched? Could it be that he wants to use his physical body to face off against the steel and metal fighting fortress?

Li Mo was not the only one stupefied. Even the surrounding people watching the battlefield were dumbfounded. This Thirty-Six Hours couldn't have gone crazy from challenging fourteen sects and believed himself to be capable of facing off against a mobile armor, right?

“You… you actually want to die….” Li Mo's blank expression gradually turned dark and oppressive. “Then I will finish you! Everyone shall remember me! The legendary undefeated Thirty-Six Hours is finally broken by me, the sect master of Beauty of Rivers and Mountains!”

Click… click… click….

Li Mo's excited expression gradually turned into disbelief. No matter how much his tried to operate his mobile armor, it wouldn't move at all!

No! A better description would be that the mobile armor was moving, but it was jamming somewhere, not letting it move at all!

“What's wrong? Didn't you want to kill me?”

Qin Fen finished warming up his body. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Art coursed through his entire body, and he walked toward Li Mo's mobile armor.

With every step, Qin Fen deliberately used the cannon fist's recoil force beneath his feet.

With every step, the ground shook with the tremors within an area of a five-meter radius around Qin Fen's body!

At this moment, it was as if everyone was seeing some sort of illusion. Qin Fen, who wasn't controlling anything, had a body that was like a mobile armor in human form. Li Mo, on the other hand, was like a pitiful worm that hid inside cardboard shaped like a mobile armor.

Qin Fen walked very slowly. Every step caused great vibrations and shock. He needed to use the stage to push his momentum to the peak, to push forth the illusion that he was unparalleled among four-stars, that he was the strongest. He had to produce the thought that he was unstoppable.

As a soldier, Qin Fen didn't have much time to enter the Sky Battle Net. He didn't have the energy to engage in sect-annihilation battles day in and day out even more. He needed a relatively quiet and steady environment. At the same time, this firsthand knowledge of the world allowed him, an inexperienced youth, to experience all sorts of martial arts and improve himself.

Qin Fen arrived before Li Mo's mobile armor. He extended a hand to grab a Type 92 battalion gun.

What he did next caused everyone to feel like they were watching a science fiction movie.

This young man actually didn't need any tools at all tear off the Type 92 battalion gun cannon beneath the mobile armor's arm.

One minute and thirty-two seconds? Qin Fen did a slight calculation of the time. He prayed secretly to himself, hoping that Drill Instructor Boor would never see this accomplishment of his. He really didn't want Drill Instructor Boor to recognize that he was Thirty-Six Hours. Otherwise, this near failure of a horrible accomplishment would lead to Qin Fen be fiercely drilled to death.

“A warrior who is truly qualified to pilot mobile armors can't go around completely relying on mobile armor technicians. When you go into battle, it is impossible for technicians to follow you by your side. You also can't count on bringing some repair tools along with you. You are going into battle. You are not repairing mobile armor at the front lines. When your mobile armor has issues, that's when you need both your hands even more! Your hands form an entire set of repair tools! From now on, use your two hands to dismantle and install for me! If you're unable to do just this, then you can get out of here! Do not cause shame to your older brother. For the name of Qin!”

“Are you a pig? You need half an hour to dismantle the cannon? You think you're in an opera house putting on a performance? Do you think that your opponent is a spectator who spent money to enter the theater and watch the show? You think he will be kind enough to give you half an hour? Waiting for you to finish dismantling the cannon?”

Qin Fen thought about how Drill Instructor Boor would curse at him with that refined face, and his speed in dismantling the second Type 92 battalion gun had clearly increased quite a bit.

Fifty-nine seconds? Qin Fen laughed. “This barely meets the standards for achievement.”

Li Mo, who sat in the pilot seat, was truly scared now. He used a shrieking voice to scream, “You…. what are you up to!? You should know that these two cannons cannot break open my mobile armor!”

The few spectating people of the crowd understood mobile armors. They all nodded without end when they heard Li Mo's yells.

Yes, even if Thirty-Six Hours tears off his cannon, it was no use. What was this Thirty-Six Hours seeking to do?

It was as if Qin Fen completely didn't hear Li Mo's words. He began to set himself on the task of tearing off the M134 Vulcan Cannon.

Soon, the two gun cannons and two M134 Vulcan Cannon's were completely torn off by Qin Fen. They were moved to a distance of a hundred meters away.

Li Mo began to feel a bit agitated in his heart. His voice began to tremble as he said, “Thirty-Six Hours, you… you can't kill me….”

“Yeah, I recognize that.” Qin Fen fiddled around with the four weapons. Then he slowly and leisurely began to open fire on Li Mo's mobile armor!

The metal flood poured down in torrents. The Type 92 battalion gun cannons could easily blast a wild boar into splinters. These weapons, which Qin Fen didn't need to spend money on to use, gave Qin Fen not even an iota of heartache.

Chapter end