From BOSS to Canon Fodder: She is Currently Out of Service!

Chapter 381 - 188: Fight or Die (Part 1)

If Su Jiameng were to see the Cross Saber "Shengping" in Liang Xiaonuo’s hand, she would probably be very nostalgic. In the future interstellar era, although Mecha is the main force of warfare, purely relying on energy bombardments has a time limit, while the Insect Race just keeps coming.

Many times, it’s when the Mecha’s energy and ammunition are exhausted that the number of the Insect Race is still overwhelming. Mecha without energy supply turns into scrap metal, utterly useless. Among the Alliance Warriors, there are only heroes who fight to the last, no cowards who retreat in the face of battle.

Has the Mecha turned into scrap metal? No problem, with the power of the body, pick up cold weapons and you can still bury the Insect Race! Piloting a Mecha to annihilate the Insect Race is indeed exciting, but Su Jiameng prefers the feeling of blades cutting through the Insect Race’s body! At least it’s real.

In her previous life, Su Jiameng also initially used a Laser Particle Sword, but the Laser Particle Sword also operates on energy, and once that energy is drained, it becomes just as useless as a Mecha. In desperate situations, ancient Earth’s cold weapons are instead more effective.

She also had a saber named "Yongping," meaning "to strive for eternal peace with this way."

However, when she "defected" from the Alliance, she left in such a hurry that she forgot to take it with her, and this had always been a significant regret. Later, she spent a lot of money to have another saber forged, but the newly forged blade never felt as handy as "Yongping."

Had Su Jiameng seen this scene, she might have thought that this "Shengping" and her former "Yongping" were very similar in design, and even the main materials and components used in the forging were identical. But at this moment, she still faced a formidable enemy no less powerful than herself, and she would have to wait until the battle ended to see this...

Liang Xiaonuo raised "Shengping," and her eyes suddenly sharpened, her aura no longer as easy-going and laid-back as when she had been bantering, but more like... a blade! Su Yanjing watched the chilling cold light of the blade in her hand, silently completing the words in his mind.

"Kid... remember to protect your neck." Just after Liang Xiaonuo finished speaking, Su Yanjing hadn’t yet reacted when the breath of death rushed at him, and a chill seemed to flash across his neck. Startled, he instinctively defended himself with his sword to barely dodge aside.

Steadying himself, he raised a hand to touch his neck on instinct, finding it covered with hot, sticky blood.

This woman... acted too fast! He hadn’t even felt the pain, and he had already been successfully attacked. If it weren’t for his body’s reflexive action, he would probably be on the Death List now, one of the many red IDs, right?

Protect your neck... Is that what she meant? Su Yanjing pressed his lips tightly; having seen the pure Ancient Martial Arts fight between Su Jiameng and Grand Uncle before, he knew that the Ancient Martial Technique was not as flashy and weak as he had imagined, but definitely not as miraculous as described in Princess Fusu’s novels... but now, he seemed to need to change his mind.

Perhaps ancient China’s Huaxia people on ancient Earth couldn’t do the things Princess Fusu described, but the Ancient Martial Inheritors with future interstellar techniques... definitely could. At least the previous strike was enough to leave a lasting impression on Su Yanjing.

"Better not lose focus, or next time I’ll slice your neck clean off!"

Liang Xiaonuo raised her saber horizontally, and her already formidable presence became even more suffocating. The snow-white blade light sketched traces in the air, swifter than one dared to blink, fearful of missing the most spectacular moment!

In the audience, Qiu Yexuan watched the competition lazily with her leg crossed over the other, while Zhu Mengtong sat beside her with a serious face, "Tsk tsk... That guy who organized the competition is really high-profile. This melee battle is probably the most thrilling I’ve seen in years, right?"

Stuck at a bottleneck in research, Qiu Yexuan was internally irritated, but she had no choice but to suppress it. More haste, less speed; the more one forces it, the more likely they are to go astray. She had planned to watch a violent melee battle to relieve some pent-up frustration, and didn’t expect to be so lucky...

"Their strength is indeed impressive..." Seeing familiar figures on the battlefield, Zhu Mengtong was already prepared for this battle’s situation.

Although it’s just a melee, the various climactic moments left the spectators dazzled. Whether it was the Jialanluo Clan’s group control, Su Jiameng handling things with ease, or the unprincipled tactics in the Swamp Forest and Abandoned Mine... the high abilities and qualities of the participants made the competition highly exciting. After watching this competition, many people worried if they could still enjoy other competitions...