The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 637 - 28: Let’s Eat and Have a Talk

"Boom! Boom! Boom——"

Within the primordial forest, two massive figures relentlessly collided with each other, creating loud and dull crashing noises that pierced the night, as if even the stars hanging in the sky trembled and swayed from the impact.

The terrifying shockwave ripped through the turf, uprooting ancient trees as thick as a person like they were mere straws, forming dark whirlwinds that rampaged wildly around the epicenter of the battle.

"Boom!"

Amid a sound like an explosion, countless sparks and debris flew, and a figure fell from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"Zzz—"

The Wind Attacking Swordsman's Mecha planted its twin swords into the ground, half-kneeling on one knee.

The slender and robust body was covered with floating light circuits, with clusters of sparks emerging.

These faint lights illuminated its "scarred" appearance.

A huge "wound" extended from the shoulder to the waist, almost splitting the Wind Attacking Swordsman in two.

The alloy at the wound was deeply indented, the edges uneven, appearing to be the result of being forcibly pressed, crushed, and dragged by a blunt object.

In addition, there were many similar "injuries" on the Swordsman's body as if it had been pressed and crushed.

The entire mechanical body was slightly warped, the once smooth and perfect lines completely destroyed, with even the two long swords nearly turned into "curved blades," looking rather miserable.

"Huff—huff—"

In the cockpit of the Wind Attacking Swordsman Mecha, Lu Feng was gasping for air as if he were suffocating.

His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot and filled with exhaustion, as if he hadn't slept for days.

This was a classic sign of severe spiritual power depletion.

At this moment, Lu Feng's heart was completely filled with shock and horror.

In just a few intense minutes of battling the Blue Falcon Type 4, the high intensity of the confrontation felt as if it lasted centuries.

The opponent felt like a relentless and unreasonable Beast.

Every attack carried immense Strength in its twin axes, requiring all his effort to barely fend off. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

It was clearly derived from the Lu Family's [Wind Spirit Sword Shadow Flow], but it followed a completely different path with the Dual Axe Flow Mecha Battle Technique, showcasing a wild and brutal fighting style, with many moves that seemed like random slashes.

Yet the details were handled with such finesse and craftsmanship that one couldn't help but be amazed.

These seemingly contradictory traits were displayed in an almost perfect manner in the opponent's hands, resulting in—

Lu Feng and the Wind Attacking Swordsman he controlled... were blasted apart.

"Whoosh—"

A strong wind blew head-on, accompanied by the sound of something landing steadily.

Lu Feng raised his head, and in his field of vision appeared a figure holding twin axes, exuding an imposing aura, with an indescribable poise.

The Blue Falcon Type IV Mecha slowly walked towards Lu Feng step by step.

The tips of its twin axes dragged against the ground, creating deep grooves as it moved.

As the figure approached, a massive and deep shadow seemed to rise rapidly from behind the Blue Falcon Type IV Mecha, gradually eclipsing the starlight above.

"Cough cough—"

Lu Feng coughed lightly, his voice rough and hoarse.

"Your spiritual power... isn't level two..."

Lu Feng suspected that the opponent had cultivated a Secret Technique to conceal their level of spiritual power, and their true spiritual power might surpass his own.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain why the opponent could withstand his repeated Consciousness Shocks and still maintain an increasingly fierce offensive.

The Blue Falcon Type IV's steps paused momentarily, then it shook its head.

"No, my spiritual power is indeed as you see.

It's just that my physique is rather special, and your Consciousness Shock doesn't have much effect on me..."

"Uh..."

Hearing this response, Lu Feng was momentarily stunned, surprised, and at a loss for words.

Before he realized it, the Blue Falcon Type IV had already reached his side.

Compared to the two heavy, wide axes in its hands, the Blue Falcon Type IV Mecha's frame couldn't be described as burly, but at this moment, in Lu Feng's eyes, it seemed as vast as a dark curtain covering the heavens.

Lu Feng struggled to lift his head, meeting the gaze of the Blue Falcon Type IV's downward-looking eyes.

He saw the black giant axe in the opponent's hand slowly raise.

The defeated face execution.

Lu Feng already foresaw his impending fate.

At this moment, Lu Feng felt an unusual calm.

All the experiences of his life flashed rapidly through his mind like a moving carousel...

He gently pressed the communication button to contact Lu Lingfeng, awaiting the final outcome.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the entire mech cockpit shook violently, numerous warning lights lit up, followed by various piercing alarm sounds.

Lu Feng closed his eyes, quietly waiting for a moment.

But as time passed, the expected death did not come.

He opened his eyes.

The next second, his pupils contracted silently.

He saw a massive axe blade suspended silently less than ten centimeters from his nose, resting lightly on the last layer of defense, compressing the semi-transparent modulation fluid.

"Plop—"

With a soft sound, the water balloon-like modulation fluid burst, exposing Lu Feng to the air inside the cockpit.

At this point, the axe blade that had torn through the cockpit was swiftly retracted.

Before Lu Feng could react, a large hand reached through the large opening in the ruined mech cockpit.