The Favored Son of Heaven Chapter 294 - It's that Ferocious! One Person Swept One Team!

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

In a not-so-large temporary arsenal, the one-ton, rectangular-shaped Thunderstorm was held in the hands of a mobile armor.

Qin Fen smiled. The rules of the small team tournament were understood. This was a special tournament that tested of the cooperation between the recruits from the various continents against those opposing recruits. From this tournament, it could be directly showed which recruit team was the best.

At the same time, it would be possible to observe the simple yet effective tactical coordination that the various regions had come out with these days. But it was mentioned beforehand that no recruits would be allowed to operate mobile armors during the battle. The appearance of the thick and huge armors would have made the tournament lose its initial concept.

Of course, the armed fighter plane parked outside the military arsenal was also placed there as a routine and not really for the recruits to operate.

"Wow! What are the American recruits doing?"

The narrator stared at half of the screen and was surprised to find that Little Dragon King Yang Lie had used tools to dismantle the M134 Vulcan cannon from the armed fighter plane.

Two M134 Vulcan cannons were dismantled under the torment of Little Dragon King Yang Lie and Sky Splitter Brooks.

These two weapons that could fire six thousand rounds of bullets per minute in theory which would be able to form a super firepower network if it were in their hands.

Thousands of spectators gasped and praised in unison. The American recruits seemed to be not only prepared for combat, but was also overstanding even in the aspect of weaponry! The two M134 Vulcan cannons by itself composed a powerful firepower network, and it seems like they almost had victory locked on.

"Oh God… the kings of the American recruits have finally begun to really show their true colors! Let us pray for the East Asian recruits!"

"Yes! The firing speed of six thousand bullets per minute! That is one hundred bullets per second!"

A few beautiful cheerleaders from the American recruits released piercing excited shouts from the thousands of audiences at this instance. The long-awaited break out was finally here.

In the crowd, a group of military enthusiasts stared at the screen silently. These American recruits' combat methods could almost be called shameless cheating! How could they use a fighter plane's weapon! An anticipated fierce battle confrontation would be completely destroyed by the two M134 Vulcan cannons, turning this into a boring tournament.

"Thunderstorm?"

Qin Fen stood under the huge mobile armor and looked up at the metal-made monster with a faint smile on his lips. The information provided on the magnetic card did not have any mistakes. It was known as the super hurricane, Thunderstorm. It actually appeared in the temporary arsenal of the squad confrontation.

"Oh, what is the East Asian recruit doing? Is Qin Fen trying to operate a mobile armor?"

"Hehe, that's obviously forbidden in this tournament. If he really wants to use anything from the mobile armor, why not use Thunderstorm!"

"Haha, your jokes are too much. Thunderstorm is rumored to weigh a ton. Despite that the rumors that say Qin Fen has a nickname, 'monster', he is not a real monster after all. No matter how you see it, it is impossible to move Thunderstorm…"

A loud exclamation abruptly interrupted the commentator's teases. Even the commentator himself had widened his eyes and looked at Qin Fen on the screen.

What is this young East Asian recruit going to do? Does he really want to use Thunderstorm that weighed one ton? If it is true, is he even still human?

Thousands of spectators looked at the screen, dumbfounded. Qin Fen took tools from Xue Tian to disassemble Thunderstorm from the hands of the mobile armor. The super-skilled action reminded people of the best assembly staff in a mobile armor factory at work.

Kacha…

Qin Fen who stood on the arm of the mobile armor finally dismantled the huge Thunderstorm. He carried the Thunderstorm that weighed a ton and jumped from the robot arm to the ground. Both his hand operated the Thunderstorm like he was handling a simple semi-automatic rifle.

After the inspection was completed, Qin Fen tested the vibration performance of the weapon by swinging Thunderstorm horizontally.

The image transmitted to the sky above the stadium and the huge stadium was in grave silence.

The American recruits who were excited with two M134 Vulcan guns and the supporters of the American recruits had their faces turned completely green.

Qin Fen waved Thunderstorm that weighed a ton like waving a matchstick, making people suspect that it wasn't really Thunderstorm, just an imitation made of plastic foam brushed with a layer of very bright paint.

The eyes of the military enthusiasts twitched slightly. They took back the contemptuous eyes that had been cast towards the American recruits and retracted the previous accusations that they used about the Vulcan cannon destroying the art of fighting and turned to the American recruits with unlimited sympathy.

They sympathized sincerely from the bottom of their hearts at the American recruits. Being defeated in a battle was not the worst! They had cheated in order to achieve the best results! When the dawn of victory could be seen, they heard the opponent arbitrarily modified the examination but would not be subjected to any punishment and even considered to be reasonable by the invigilators.

Three commentators exchanged glances between each other with their faces only showing bitter smiles. This Qin Fen guy was really a "monster" like his nickname, a complete monster!

The eight-star Dragon Elephant Prajna Art had trained Qin Fen to have a strengthened body. Even on usual days when he did not use his true energy, the pure power from his body was equally devastating.

The European and African recruits who also needed to participate in the team match had discouragement on their expression. Only the face of the West Asian recruits did not change much. They have already heard this rumor. Today, although it was surprising to witness with their own eyes, it was still not as much compared to the other recruits from the other continents who were astonished by the sight.

The tournament had not yet begun and the projection screen that focused on the East Asian recruits once again brought a new picture. People are surprised to find that the East Asian recruits seemed to be not interested in playing in small teams because of Qin Fen.

Xue Tian placed the weapons on the table on the ground and then laid on the table while he shook his crossed legs with a look that was prepared to sleep.

Xing Wuyi sat with his legs crossed on another table. He obviously entered the state of the paleo martial arts and was practicing the paleo martial arts true energy.

Only Lin Ling was as usual where she quickly adjusted an anti-sniper device and climbed to the roof of the arsenal.

Obviously, this East Asian female soldier too, had no intentions to leave the arsenal.

On the other side of the screen, the American recruits had high morale on the face, and each of their eyes flashed a kind of light called "confidence."

With the M134 Vulcan cannon that can form a bullet rain, the American recruits could imagine the fears and horrors in the East Asian recruits' eyes when they encounter each other.

The American recruits in the audience stand, unlike their comrades, had no confidence and excitement in their eyes. Many of them simply used their hands to cover their eyes as they could not bear to continue watching this tournament.

This is an unfair tournament! When the strengths of the two sides were compared, one side had a completely modernized super equipment, and the other side had weaponry comparable to wooden sticks carried in the hands of humans from the Stone Age.

The firepower of the M134 Vulcan Cannon is six thousand bullets per minute, but what about Thunderstorm? In a second, you can eject sixty thousand pieces of ultrthin metal steel sheets! The rate of fire is six hundred times the speed of M134! And the range is much wider than the M134.

Although the European and African recruits did not like the American recruits winning, when Qin Fen walked out of the arsenal alone, they looked at the American recruits with eyes filled with the same sad grief.

"Oh… even I can't bear to watch it."

"Me too. You see the speed of Qin Fen. Does it looks like he is carrying a one-ton weapon?"

"Sigh… poor American recruits, who made them encounter the 'monster' Qin Fen?"

The bell of the tournament had already sounded. In the ears of the American recruits spectating, it was not a sound from the bell of battle, but the bell of death.

Although the weapons in the game were not lethal, the defeat… especially for a team of elites, to be completely destroyed by a violent person would be something unacceptable to everyone.

When the tournament bell rang, Brooks and Yang Lie rushed to the front of the team with the M134 Vulcan Cannon. Using this weapon with a speed of six thousand shots per minute, the two had sufficient confidence that Qin Fen, who always destroyed the normal course of the tournament would also be greatly surprised. Let him have a taste of the feeling of the opponent's destructing normal tournament's routine and how helpless it feels!

In the huge VIP box, General Will, who had a faint confident smile at the beginning of the tournament, had his pale face turned mud yellow.

He closed his eyes with a glass of wine in his hand. He thought that his recruits had destroyed the normal way of the tournament. He didn't expect Qin Fen to destroy it more thoroughly and destroyed all of it in an instant.

A match was divided into three rounds. The first round would be a party that guarded the flag while the other captured the flag. The second round would be the reversal of roles where the guardian became the attacker and the attacker became the guardian, and the last round would be where both sides fight to capture the flag.

In the first round, the East Asian recruits were on the defensive, but Qin Fen had no intentions to defend so that he can end the game early and have a little more time to practice the release of true energy.

Brooks and Yang Lie carefully walked in front of the team.

Suddenly, at the same time, the two stopped in their tracks! Their eyes flashed at the same time with a shocking light when they looked towards the front. The American recruit behind them could not react to what happened and felt his body being hit by countless items.

The next moment, the American recruits were staring at the military uniforms that was tainted in red. What happened?

The American recruits curiously grabbed the telescope on their chest to know what kind of attack they had taken. The moment they looked through the telescope, the entire American team fell into a dead silence.

In the telescope, it could be seen that Qin Fen was carrying the one-ton Thunderstorm and was making goodbye gestures, waving his hand.

Thunderstorm? The brains of the American recruits all crashed. And what was what? The monster Qin Fen actually carried the one-ton Thunderstorm with one hand? What was there to fight!

In terms of power, if Thunderstorm was an adult, then M134 would be a kindergarten child.

In terms of aiming? The electronic detection equipment on Thunderstorm was even better than the optical equipment of many sniping equipment, not to mention the M134.

This kind of contrast was a complete abuse from one side to another, and it was impossible to form a so-called confrontation.

Lost? The telescope in the hands of the American recruit fell on the chest and the gloomy face was covered with dark clouds. We've lost! East Asian recruits only sent a person and only used the weapon once, and it told everyone clearly that it's better to not compete in the next two rounds.

To continue the fight would only be asking to be abused by the masochistic maniac!

Yang Lie was torn between laughing or crying while he looked at Qin Fen in the telescope. I thought that holding two M134 was already cheating, how could I forget that Qin Fen himself was a state-of-the-art huge cheating machine?

Continue fighting? Brooks shook his head. Although the battle has been lost, it had not affected his heart of the martial artists in the fighting tournament. If they continue to seek abuse and lose the following two rounds, even the firmest of martial artists would have their spirit be shaken. When it comes to it, just the sight of Qin Fen would be traumatizing.

The American recruit picked up the intercom on the mouth and adjusted it to the referee channel. They looked at each other with helplessness. "We admit defeat and the two following rounds will be unnecessary. East Asian recruits have won."

Thousands of spectators in the audience listened to the helpless voice of the American recruit and did not cheer for the winners. People just stared at Qin Fen on the screen. This person was unconventional in every tournament.

People quickly focused their attention on the European, African, and West Asian recruits, who had not yet played against East Asian recruit in the team match to see if they have any strategy to break the enemy.

Unfortunately, the audience did not see any hope in the eyes of these recruits.

Thunderstorm? This stuff was completely a big bug in the team's match! Qin Fen's toy in his hand was no different from the trophy that was directly taken from the championship.

"Everyone, everyone… good news!"

The narrator excitedly shouted, "Given that the recruit tournament is a platform for competitions of mutual exchange, in order to fully reflect the aspect of interaction, East Asian recruits' victory is confirmed, but from the next game onwards, the arsenal will not continue to provide Thunderstorm and M134, weapons that undermine fairness."

The eyes of the recruits from the three continents that had quietly surrendered suddenly rekindled a new light of hope. East Asian recruits without Thunderstorm had become not so terrifying!

The American recruits looked at the referee seat with grief and anger. They became the last stepping stone for Qin Fen. What terrible luck.

Qin Fen listened to the decision from the earphones and smiled at the corner of his mouth. He turned to look at the direction of the East Asian recruit arsenal. He gently said to himself, "This is good. With this, next time, I can hide in the arsenal and take a break to practice, and let Xue Tian come out to fight."

Chapter end