Li Mo was unresigned. His meticulously prepared plan for annihilation had been foiled by this one man, Thirty-Six Hours, in just thirty-six hours! Surely, other sects must have recorded this battle.

Li Mo was even more resentful that all his efforts had merely served as stepping stones for this Thirty-Six Hours to reach a higher peak of fame.

The Dragon Hall must be wiped out! Thirty-Six Hours must die too! Li Mo was desperate. This man, relatively affluent in real life, sold off the majority of his stocks to purchase this ancient Mobile Suit.

Of course, in the eyes of the crowd, this Mobile Suit still looked like a walking fortress of war.

"Log off! Flee!"

Qin Fen roared, clutching his M134 and darting towards an alleyway.

Li Mo’s eyes saw only Qin Fen; he completely ignored the departure of the other Dragon Hall members. The Vulcan cannon mounted on the Mobile Suit’s arm opened fire simultaneously. The torrent of metal moved like the work of a highly skilled surgeon, sending thick sections of wall flying apart like tofu.

Qin Fen dove into the alley, not daring to pause for even half a second. He knew better than anyone the sheer combat power of this Mobile Suit.

Instructor Mangfu was no novice when it came to Mobile Suits. Under his training, Qin Fen not only possessed decent piloting skills but had also memorized the specifications of various Mobile Suits like the back of his hand.

Though this initial generation of Mobile Suits had long been retired from active military duty in the real world, that didn't mean they were incapable.

Each arm was equipped with an M134 Vulcan cannon, capable of unleashing 12,000 rounds per minute—a devastating power that could form a perfect net of suppressive fire on its own.

Beneath the arms were two Type 92 Infantry Cannons, featuring automatic loading capabilities that allowed for a very high rate of fire.

Qin Fen didn't believe he had the strength to directly confront the first-generation Mobile Suit. He fled quickly, but the speed of the two M134 Vulcan cannons in Li Mo's hands was no slower. Rows of bullets tracked the exact path Qin Fen had just taken, kicking up dust and debris nearly as tall as a man.

Even after escaping into the alley, there was no safety. The Type 92 Infantry Cannon beneath the Mobile Suit let out a roar. The wall of the alley where Qin Fen was located instantly crumbled into a pile of rubble.

"Hahahaha... Die! Die!"

Li Mo was hysterical, his eyes fixed only on Qin Fen. He no longer cared how many sects he would offend with such blatant destruction, nor did he worry about whether the beautiful women of Jiangshan would still be around after this fight, or if he could even continue operating in this sphere. All he wanted was to eliminate Qin Fen.

The surrounding sects that had not participated, however, felt a sense of perverse joy.

Li Mo’s madness would surely wipe out the Dragon Hall, while simultaneously plunging himself into the abyss of hell. The sects that had engaged would also suffer heavy losses.

This clearing would leave vast empty territories on the streets, ripe for other factions to develop.

With this thought, many sect leaders who hadn't joined the fray permitted themselves a smile, lazily observing the wall that had turned to rubble, guessing whether Thirty-Six Hours had already perished.

The fallen wall offered only profound silence; some were already speculating that Thirty-Six Hours was dead and the war had reached its conclusion.

Crash...

The pile of rubble on the ground suddenly shifted. Li Mo’s two M134s and the Type 92s both opened fire.

The crowd inwardly recoiled at the sheer intensity of the firepower. Never mind Thirty-Six Hours hiding beneath the rubble; even an elephant would have been reduced to scraps.

"Here..."

Behind the wall across the street, Qin Fen appeared miraculously, holding the M134. The Vulcan cannon was aimed directly at Li Mo's Mobile Suit.

The spectators were stunned speechless, struggling to articulate the shock within them! Good heavens! Hadn't this man plunged into that alley? How did he end up on the other side? And what was that movement in the rubble just now? He didn't flee; he actually showed himself deliberately? What was he trying to do? Was he going to attack the Mobile Suit with the M134 in his hands? Had he gone mad?

Before the shock could fully settle, the M134 Vulcan cannon in Qin Fen's hands truly opened fire! A torrential downpour of metal slammed against the Mobile Suit's chassis, producing a series of sharp clanging sounds.

Li Mo was momentarily startled by Qin Fen, but once the bullets struck, he began to laugh again. An M134 could easily tear a body apart or smash through brick walls, but that didn't mean it could penetrate his Mobile Suit.

Li Mo slowly rotated the Mobile Suit, using its loudspeaker to project his voice: "Thirty-Six Hours, have you gone mad from fear? You think that scrap metal in your hands can pierce my Mobile Suit? If you were an expert wielding a Magnetic Flying Sword of the Meteor rank or higher, perhaps I’d fear your sword could cleave my mech, but you are merely a Four-Star Ancient Martial artist. I will let you taste what hopeless death is! Fire away, shoot all you want..."

Li Mo hadn't finished speaking before the M134 Vulcan cannon in Qin Fen's hands fell silent. Thousands of rounds, fired at the maximum speed of the electric motor, were completely expended. The air was left only with the smoke residue of the ammunition and the buzzing sound of the electric motor spinning idly.

Clang...

Qin Fen tossed the weapon, worth tens of thousands of dollars, onto the ground. He stretched his body lightly and said with confidence, "I never despair, and I certainly won't lose to a trash like you. I win this time too."

"You..."

Li Mo, conversely, was rendered somewhat dumbfounded by Qin Fen.

Dropping the Vulcan cannon and stretching? Was he intending to fight the steel and metal fortress with his bare body?

Not only Li Mo but everyone watching the battle was stunned. Had this Thirty-Six Hours, after wiping out fourteen sects in one go, become so arrogant as to think he could directly confront a Mobile Suit?

"You... you actually want to die..." Li Mo's stunned expression slowly twisted into cruel glee: "Then I shall grant your wish! Everyone remember this! The myth of Thirty-Six Hours' invincibility is shattered by me, Li Mo, leader of Jiangshan Meise!"

Click... click... click...

Li Mo's excited expression shifted to disbelief. No matter how he manipulated the controls, the Mobile Suit would not move!

No—the Mobile Suit was moving, but it seemed to be jammed somewhere, completely immobilized!

"What? Didn't you say you were going to kill me?"

Qin Fen finished stretching, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill coursing through his entire body, and began walking toward Li Mo's Mobile Suit.

With every step, Qin Fen deliberately used the recoil force from the Cannon Fist technique.

With every step, the earth within a five-meter radius of Qin Fen’s body vibrated slightly!

At that moment, the crowd felt an illusion: the unarmed Qin Fen seemed to be a humanoid Mobile Suit himself, while Li Mo resembled a pitiful insect hiding inside a cardboard model of a Mobile Suit.

Qin Fen walked slowly, maximizing the amplitude of his steps. He intended to use this appearance to push his momentum to the absolute peak, creating the illusion in people's minds that he was an invincible powerhouse among Four-Stars, planting the undeniable thought that resistance was futile.

As a soldier, Qin Fen didn't have much time to engage in aerial combat networks, nor the energy for daily annihilation wars. He needed a relatively quiet and stable environment to earn money, while simultaneously witnessing the various martial arts the world had to offer to improve himself.

Qin Fen reached the front of Li Mo's Mobile Suit and reached out to grasp one of the Type 92 Infantry Cannons.

What he did next gave everyone the feeling of watching a sci-fi blockbuster.

This young man actually dismantled the Type 92 Infantry Cannon beneath the Mobile Suit’s arm without any tools whatsoever!

One minute and thirty-two seconds? Qin Fen calculated the time internally, secretly praying that Instructor Mangfu wouldn't see this result, and especially that he wouldn't recognize Thirty-Six Hours as himself. Otherwise, this substandard, failing score would lead to grueling training sessions until death.

"A truly qualified Mobile Suit warrior cannot rely entirely on Mobile Suit mechanics. When you deploy, you won't have a mechanic trailing you. Nor can you expect to carry a full set of repair tools. You are going to fight, not march to a repair depot. If the Mobile Suit malfunctions, your hands are what matter! Your hands are your complete set of repair tools! From this moment on, dismantle and reassemble using only your hands! If you can’t even manage that, get out! Stop disgracing your brother by carrying the surname Qin!"

"Are you a pig? Does dismantling a cannon take half an hour? Do you think you're performing in an opera house? Are your opponents the paying audience who have bought tickets? Will they kindly give you half an hour to take that cannon off?"

Qin Fen recalled the scolding words of his refined Instructor Mangfu, and the speed of dismantling the second Type 92 Infantry Cannon markedly increased. Fifty-nine seconds? Qin Fen smiled: "A (barely passing) score."

Li Mo, sitting in the cockpit, was genuinely terrified. He shouted with a shrill voice, "What... what are you doing? You should know that even these two cannons can't penetrate my Mobile Suit!"

Many in the crowd who understood Mobile Suits nodded repeatedly upon hearing Li Mo’s cry.

Indeed, dismantling his cannons was useless. What was Thirty-Six Hours trying to achieve?

Qin Fen seemed not to hear Li Mo’s pleas at all. He began dismantling the M134 Vulcan Cannons.

Soon, both cannons, both M134s, were removed by Qin Fen and carried a hundred meters away.

A sense of panic rose in Li Mo’s chest, his voice trembling, "Thirty-Six Hours, you... you can't kill me..."

"Yes, I admit it." After arranging the four weapons, Qin Fen slowly turned and began firing at Li Mo's Mobile Suit!

The torrent of metal poured out—the Type 92 Infantry Cannons, capable of blasting a wild boar into fragments, were weapons Qin Fen didn't have to pay for, so he felt no remorse using them.