The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 271 - Berserking Particle Storm

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Six American recruits silently rushed into their respective cockpits with a gloomy face.

The weapon of the Electro Warrior was actually snatched by the opponent during close combat. This incident was like being slapped in the face in public.

The glorious monuments that the team Freedom had built in the Recruit Tournament over the years had already begun to collapse with the recent battle.

The roaring sound of the six different mobile armor models was like huge gongs from the ancient battlefield, shaking the hearts of all the spectators.

Six against one.

Recruits from Europe, Asia, and Africa all knew that the American recruits no longer had the confidence in winning the singles. They had already lost. Even though they have the advantage in numbers in the fight against the Doomsday Butterfly, they've already lost the champion spirit.

Qin Fen controlled Doomsday Butterfly and retrieved the long multi-functional mobile armor cannon from his back, while his other hand held the beaming electromagnetic poles. He then got into a martial art stance slowly.

The six American recruits were all shocked. What does this mean? One hand with a long cannon, and the other with a close-range weapon? And the martial art stance?

The West Asian and African recruits were equally confused. The emergence of the mobile armors was to replace the existence of anti-aircraft cannons and tanks. Battles between the mobile armors were still carried out by firearms or by missiles.

The two large human-shaped iron blocks were twisted together like a small mantle. This method of fighting was simply not suitable for real war.

War is a world that emphasizes efficiency. Those with higher efficiency would have higher rates of winning.

During the moment when the six mobile armors were stunned, the cannon barrel in the hands of Doomsday Butterfly released dazzling fire sparks. The friction caused by the burning missile shot and the air created an airflow pathway that was visible to the naked eye.

Aishol was shocked. He extended the huge metal wing on the back of Winged Battle God that he was controlling quickly.

At this moment, the perfect product of the military's most advanced technology displayed the strongest firepower of that mobile armor.

The feather-shaped metal wings spread open. Each metal feather had a missile hidden underneath! Instantly, dozens of missiles ejected from the wings.

Boom!

The missile launched by Qin Fen suddenly exploded mid-air. A visible fire filled the open space between the two sides.

It's a trick! This is the burning nebula missile! Aishol had an urge to vomit blood. This missile could not cause any lethal damage on the mobile armor, but it could generate high heat and chaotic electromagnetic waves. A missile that was efficient in disrupting the flying of the opponent.

A dozen missiles were released for emergency self-defense and did not use any special means to carry out a powerful satellite lock-on strategy.

The moment the dozen missiles flew into the firewall, a thunderous explosion sound swayed the ground!

Where is he? Where? Aishol activated all search radars immediately, and used his experience and intuition as a mobile armor warrior to look for Qin Fen.

The other five American recruits also activated their search radars quickly, searching rapidly the enemy that could possibly appear.

Above? No! Below? Not there either!

The firewall!

To the audience's amazement, Doomsday Butterfly emerged from the firewall! The outermost protective armor had begun to deform with the baptism of flames.

The temperature produced by the flames of the Burning Nebula Missile was extraordinarily high! Even for the heavily armored Electro Warrior, to dash through the heat… the chances of being completely burned into a pile of scrap iron were high.

How can it be? Aishol's jaw dropped. Even if the power of Doomsday Butterfly was overloaded by three hundred percent, it is still impossible to pass through this layer of firewall.

Is it possible that… he… All six mobile armor warriors thought the same thing at the same time. Four hundred percent! The official data recorded for Doomsday Butterfly was capped at three hundred and twenty-six percent!

During the short moment of shock, Doomsday Butterfly rushed in the middle of the six mobile armors. The damaged electromagnetic poles stabbed into the throat of the Winged Battle God.

The blue electric spark had not yet jumped out of it when the armor on Doomsday Butterly shed suddenly. Rows of strange parts began to arrange itself like a small pyramid while making a squeaking sound.

"Particle Storm!"

The American recruits, along with all the other observing warriors, screamed soundlessly.

It was so astonishing that they couldn't use their voice to release the extreme shock within them.

The East Asian recruits' scalps tightened as constant chills went down along their backs. An actual application of the particle storm? This is just an exchange of skills, not a battle to the death!

In every mobile armor design, the military would add a double-edged approach that was close to the kamikaze.

The particle storm was the double-edged trump card for Doomsday Butterfly. In theory, it was designed so that using this move would not make the mobile armor self destruct. But even then, all mobile armor warriors that pilot Doomsday Butterfly were told in their first mobile armor lecture to never use the particle storm.

This is because the critical value of the particle storm must be very accurate. With even a slight error, the ignition furnace of this mobile armor would explode during the use of particle storm.

Particle storm, like its name, will produce a real storm once unleashed. Even the super heavy-armored mobile armor such as the Galaxy Steel Spirit could only await death.

Aishol wanted to rush to Qin Fen and grab his collar and ask him, What kind of deep hatred did both sides have? To the point of kamikaze? Although all of us did not come from the same military region, we are still comrades in the end!

The huge particle storm swept the seven mobile armors on the battlefield instantly. The spectating recruits could no longer see the beautiful mobile armors. They now awaited the waves of explosive sounds from the mobile armors.

One second, ten seconds… twenty seconds, thirty seconds…

The jaws of the spectating recruits almost fell off their chin. The particle storm usually only needed ten seconds to activate and destroy everything within its firing range, and at the same time self destruct.

Forty-five seconds, fifty-seven seconds…

The particle storm stopped. Six broken mobile armors their arms crossed in front of their bodies to take a defensive posture. Doomsday Butterfly, with its armor taken off, stood quietly like a beautiful woman who had just taken a bath. It was as still as a statue.

No self-destruction and no enemy explosions? How…? How is this possible? The European recruits were dazed. This maneuver is way more complex compared to the forced overclocking drive.

To be able to not make Doomsday Butterfly self-destruct was already an elite level for a rookie pilot. But, fifty-seven seconds, this was not something that a rookie ace pilot could pull off.

Within fifty-seven seconds, not only was there no self-destruction, there was also no explosions of the enemies' mobile armors. This kind of performance could only be done by the current group of ace mobile armor warriors.

Six mobile armors slowly withdrew their broken arms. In dismay, they looked at their mobile armor, their companion's mobile armor, then at the Doomsday Butterfly that stood in the middle.

"You've won…"

On the quiet battlefield, Aishol's bitter voice was heard.

One by one, the cockpit of the mobile armors opened slowly. All the American recruits exited the cockpit with a pale face.

The dry American recruit uniforms were now drenched, as if they had all fallen into water.

The cockpit of the Doomsday Butterfly opened. Qin Fen's face was slightly pale as he leaped out of the mobile armor. His legs were slightly wobbly, making him unable to stand firm.

Particle Storm… Qin Fen raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. What the instructor said was right. It was extremely difficult to operate this thing. Plus, he needed to consider his opponent's life and death during the use. This drained all of his energy.

The African and West Asian recruits stared at Qin Fen. This person can actually jump off the mobile armor without assistance? Does he know what it means to be tired?

"East Asian recruit, our team, "Freedom", from America have conceded defeat." Aishol raised his thumb and his eyes were filled with admiration. "Your maneuvering skills are currently top-rate for an ace mobile armor warrior."

Like a martial artist, Qin Fen placed his palms together. "It is just luck."

"Luck?" Aishol smiled bitterly. "For me to recreate the event that just happened, even if I had a thousand lives, I would not be able to achieve such a chance even once."

Qin Fen walked frivolously towards the stands and said to the African and West Asian recruits, "Today, I am tired. If anyone is still interested in sparring with me using mobile armors, then let us do so tomorrow."

Interested? The African and West Asian recruits smiled bitterly. Who would be interested in a crazy person who dared to use particle storm? Fortunately, this Doomsday Butterfly was also rendered useless after the use of particle storm.

In the upcoming battles, since Doomsday Butterfly would no longer appear, there would naturally be no jaw-dropping particle storm.

The African recruits and the West Asian recruits' eyes met one another. From each other's eyes, they saw the same doubts. Red Lotus Phantom, Angel of the day. Even if Qin Fen was able to use either of these two mobile armors, it's unlikely that he can perform better than his ace level skills displayed with Doomsday Butterfly, right?

"Phew…"

Qin Fen approached the coffee shop and sat down on the sofa heavily. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply. His face was filled with the word "tired" and he seemed to had lost all spirit.

"Old Qin, why are you so tired?" Xue Tian asked the question everyone had on their minds.

"Sigh…" Qin Fen closed his eyes and his head leaned back against the sofa, "There was a mobile armor battle with the American Military Region's Mobile Armor Team."

"Oh? Were any of our East Asian mobile armor warriors not feeling well?" Xue Tian's gossiping spirit began to burn. "So they transferred you as a replacement?"

"No." Qin Fen shook his head powerlessly. "I single-handedly challenged the American Military Region's Mobile Armor Team."

"One person? Solo challenge?" Xue Tian's tone suddenly heightened. "Old Qin, you can even operate mobile armor? If I'm not mistaken, the American recruits are recurring champions in this event. Did you win?"

Except for Lin Ling's emotionless expression, everyone who was present looked at Qin Fen with surprise. Some of them even spat out their coffee.

Using mobile armors a very specialized expertise, and wasn't something that could be done by swinging was one or two punches.

"I won… Hm? Thanks…"

Qin Fen's eyes opened suddenly. He stared somewhat blankly at Song Jia who was standing behind him.

The jade-like hands pressed on Qin Fen's temple gently.

Song Jia's face blushed slightly, and she slowly bowed her head down under the gaze of the shocked crowd, avoiding the eyes of everyone.

Xing Wuyi was even more surprised. Song Jia! Song Wendong's granddaughter, such a proud lady actually took the initiative to give Qin Fen a relaxing massage?

"Brother Wuyi." Lin Liqiang whispered into Xing Wuyi's ear and said, "This is a secret. If you don't want Old Qin to be stabbed to death by a certain beast, you must keep this secret."

Xing Wuyi's eyes opened as he understood what Lin Liqiang meant. He whispered back, "Young master Lin, you seem to be close with Qin Fen."

"Yes." Lin Liqiang nodded hard. "He is my friend."

Xing Wuyi's eyes are once again filled with rays of confusion. Lin Liqiang said he had friends? This is rare, much rarer than winning the lottery.

"Everyone, we have still have training for the aerial combat team." Lin Jiaxuan got up slowly and walked quickly out the door, leaving a message in the air, "I will go back to prepare."

"Right." Qin Fen once again spoke, "How about Du Peng and Feiyu?"

Xue Tian shrugged his shoulders, "Du Peng is lucky. His next match is against America's Mark Zumino."

"Mark Zumino?" Qin Fen raised both his eyebrows. "Zeus, one of the top three strongest from America?"

"Yeah." Xue Tian made a loud whistle. "In the matchup for the top thirty-two recruits which advanced to top sixteen, Zeus will go against Du Peng."

The coffee shop was silent for a while, and Qin Fen stared at the coffee on the table. Du Peng's ability had grown a lot within these days, but he still had not digested the legacy left by Du Zhanpeng completely.

The Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder and Phaseless Water Bird were rare martial art practices. It was not an easy task to master either one of the practices, even for a martial artist with a lot of qualifications.

Even the talented Du Zhanpeng was only able to practice one of the arts at a time. For Du Peng who was lacking in talent compared to him, his ability to practice Phaseless Water Bird to today's extent was contributed majorly by Du Zhanpeng's stimulation.

Now, for him to combine the two great martial art practices into one…

Even if he carried the power and pressure of his brother in his heart, it still couldn't be done in a short period of time.

Xing Wuyi sighed softly. A normal martial artist with normal qualifications, carrying his brother's glory and the burden of extending his brother's life along with his will, how tiring that was…

Qin Fen looked down towards the dragon's belt. If I had Enzo Rota's life-or-death pill in my hand and hand it over to Du Peng, he might not hesitate to eat it.

"As for Brother Chen." Xue Tian spread his hands: "His luck can be compared with Old Du. As long as he wins the next match without any incidents, his opponent will be Devil Solomon."

"Your luck isn't too bad either." Xing Wuyi's index finger circled the cup on the table gently. "If you continue winning, you will soon encounter "Sky Splitter" Brooks. I heard that he received an invitation from the Sacred Martial Hall. "

"Is that so?" Xue Tian leaned with pride into the sofa and crossed his legs very casually. "There is nothing great about that stuff, I, too, received one a few days ago."

Chapter end