Chapter 327: Chapter 102 Soul Suppresser Prototype
In the monitoring room, two people cast their gaze towards the man in the middle who looked extraordinary yet had a slightly gloomy expression.
“Young Master Tang.”
“Donald.”
The man with the gloomy expression suddenly cracked a slight smile, “What’s there to worry about? It was just one loss. The game is more interesting when the opponent is strong.”
Donald, rubbing the ring on his ring finger, thought for a while, then picked up the Sky Communication device from the table and dialed a number.
“That’s settled, proceed with the normal rotation sequence.”
After hanging up the Sky Communication, he looked at the reaction of the two men and couldn’t help but smile, “What’s the matter? A level 6 Patrol Mechanical Master from the Mecha Association, equipped with a sixth-generation and a half engine in the Solomon Mecha.”
Patrol Mechanical Master meant he was from the Interstellar Mecha Association, always skirting around the edges of dark forces, constantly racing with death as the hidden executioner.
They were the dark cleansers of the Mecha Association, forever unable to clear their names, they were the Death Gods of the Dark World.
As for that mecha, though unspoken, seeing Donald’s manner, Gaoling Sen was relieved, and Lin Wu leaned back into the sofa comfortably, stretching lazily.
…
By the time Mu Fan piloted the Extreme Special Soldier back to the waiting zone, the red-eyed Valentine emerged from the cockpit.
Humiliation!
Humiliation!
To be pinned against the wall and brutally beaten!
Who was that sudden Mechanical Master that appeared?
He fiercely pushed away the crew member who came up to assist him, and the burly Valentine roared in the preparation room.
Equally unreconciled was the ambitious product manager, who had yet to begin his plan and absolutely could not tolerate failure!
“Valentine, we still have a chance, we surely still have a chance!”
“What the hell of a chance! Both you and I are well aware of the problem with this Mecha, it’s not a true combat Mecha at all. Look at that piece of junk’s close-combat capability over there, that’s what a real Mecha should be like?”
“How can you talk nonsense about our product!? I’ll have someone equip other weapons for you, try fighting one more time!” the unreconciled product manager said like a gambler, preparing to make one last bet.
“Heh, your Mechanical Master is right, you really don’t stand a chance anymore.”
A mocking laugh suddenly sounded, and people turned towards the sound to see a man with short brown hair and a sturdy build, his face marked with several scars, standing at the preparation room’s door.
“Who are you? Get out of here!” the product manager yelled furiously, this was their Arabella Weapons Company’s territory, and he wouldn’t allow others to interfere.
“It’s you who should leave, do you think I would be interested in replacing you if it were not for the arrangements from above?”
Valentine stared sharply at the other, “Who are you?”
“Si Erqi.”
A bizarre name emerged from the man as he took a half bronze mask from his pocket and placed it over his left eye.
As he put on the bronze mask, under the bright light, the symbol of a half crossbow arrow on the mask was clearly visible to Valentine.
The red-eyed chief Mechanical Master seemed as if doused with cold water, his eyes narrowed, his voice calming down, “Are you from the Interstellar Mecha Association?”
The man with the half bronze mask, his gaze devoid of any emotion.
“Since you know, it should be easy to recognize, honestly, if this mission wasn’t compulsory, I wouldn’t have come.”
The product manager, shocked, watched Valentine, whose demeanor had shifted to a war footing, as he slowly said, “Patrol Mechanical Master!”
“Level 6.”
The man calmly added as he pointed to the entrance behind, “Please leave, what follows has nothing to do with you anymore.”
The product manager wanted to erupt again but was grabbed by Valentine who gazed at his Chief Mechanical Master, stunned.
“Let’s go.”
Clearly, Valentine was unwilling to explain, but the product manager, sensing the atmosphere and seeing those five personnel dressed in black special service uniforms stepping back into the entrance area, resignedly gave up.
“Let’s go.”
When the preparation room emptied, a special service member returned inside, “Sir, the Soul Suppresser Mecha is ready and has been checked.”
Si Erqi muttered to himself, “A Patrol Mechanical Master piloting Solomon’s secret mecha, this world… is truly fascinating.”
After saying that, the man wearing a half bronze mask directly walked out of the preparation room and what appeared in front of him was a nine-meter-tall dark red mecha.
The dim red color, like congealed blood, carried a chilling aura upon closer inspection. The overall thickness of this mecha’s armor was second only to that of the Extreme Special Soldier but was much stronger than the previous Wind Speed Competitor, especially its thick right arm which even surpassed the width of the Extreme Special Soldier’s arm!
But what was most terrifying was the giant scythe on its back!
It was Solomon’s latest high-end mecha prototype — the Soul Suppresser!
That fearsome giant scythe was its unique weapon — the Canglian!
However, for some reason, there were additional black components surrounding the blade and the handle, but people’s attention was usually focused on its terrifying appearance.
“My Lord, the elevator is almost here.”
Si Erqi didn’t move an inch, bent his legs, and in a flash, leaped onto the descending elevator, and with another leap, precisely threw himself into a one-meter-wide circular passage.
The hatch closed, and a burst of air suddenly emitted from the mecha.
Soul Suppresser, activate!
…
Meanwhile, at Loki Heavy Industry, Mu Fan, who had not stepped out of his mecha, quietly listened to Black detailing the combat data in an organized manner.
“Aren’t you going down?” Black’s voice sounded.
“No, the battle isn’t over yet, and I haven’t fully experienced this mecha.”
“How does it feel now?”
“I… am growing fonder of this mecha by the minute,” Mu Fan’s smile bloomed at the corners of his mouth.
“The third round begins, Arabella Weapons Company is eliminated, the challenger comes from Gro Chamber of Commerce of the Hinchlo Business Alliance.”
Wang Nuonuo and others, who were shouting in the stands, were stunned when they heard this.
“It’s not the Arabella Weapons Company? Where did this Gro Chamber of Commerce come from!”
“I don’t know, it probably doesn’t have mechas as powerful as Zhang Yuanren’s company.”
“Hinchlo Business Alliance… seems complex.”
In contrast to the calm analysis of Loki Heavy Industry’s side, millions of viewers were already growing impatient.
“Where did this chamber of commerce pop up from, never heard of it?”
“Could there be some foul play? If they can’t win, just let them pass through competition. I’m still waiting to buy the Extreme Special Soldier! This mecha has real potential, I’ve decided to explore its expansion possibilities.”
“Exactly, if they just show up with some messy mecha, it’s better not to show up at all.”
“It’s time for Loki Heavy Industry to switch mechas, isn’t it?”
…
As if to contradict them, when the huge metal doors opened again, the one-armed Extreme Special Soldier reappeared, causing the audience, who had shifted their stance to become supporters, to explode into cheers.
“Holy crap, is this going to heaven, fighting through all levels with one arm?”
“How confident must this Mechanical Master be!”
“I’m very curious about the opponent’s reaction.”
“Curious +1!”
“+2!”
“I don’t know what mecha the opponent will send, but why do I feel my soul trembling, my brain is in fear.”
“Dude, your helmet has a short circuit.”
The metal doors of the Gro Chamber of Commerce opened.
Everyone’s eyes focused on that exit.
Thud, thud, thud, thud…
The orderly footsteps came closer.