Chapter 6361 Biting Words

Chapter 6361 Biting Words

Saint Tusa Billingsley-Larkinson was having a hard time.

As soon as his Dark Zephyr returned with pursuers in tow, the ace mech picked up the tier 3 Destroyer spear that possessed the raw destructive power needed to give him an edge against his most pressing opponents.

The Arena Lord of Ya'gwasa had been gunning for him and his ace mech ever since he managed to stay close to their private little pocket space!

The greater phase lord appeared to take personal affront at the Dark Zephyr's seemingly effortless attempt at jumping out of the trap earlier.

The prideful greater phase lords had been hurling conceited taunts and insults at Tusa for quite a while!

"#&$#&$@$@!"

"I DESPISE THE COWARDLY 'PILOTS' WHO PREFER TO CLAD THEMSELF IN THE SMALLEST AND FASTEST METAL SHELLS OF ALL. YOU GNATS ARE SO AFRAID OF TAKING A HIT THAT YOU PUT ALL OF YOUR POWER INTO YOUR SPEED. WITHOUT IT, YOU ARE NOTHING. YOU CAN NEITHER INFLICT A POWERFUL ATTACK OR RECEIVE ONE IN RETURN. THAT IS COWARDICE AMONG OUR RACE. IF YOUR PITIFUL PINK-SKINNED MINIONS CANNOT RECOGNIZE THAT, THEN THAT PROVES THAT COWARDICE IS INGRAINED IN YOUR SORRY LITTLE RACE."

Were all nunser phase lords supreme bastards? How come they all possessed the same level of arrogance and need to belittle the champions of the human race? Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Having toured throughout human-occupied space after receiving his first proper ace mech, Saint Tusa was no stranger to chatty phase lords. He and the ace pilots he fought alongside usually made sure to make the arrogant alien leaders regret their words.

In fact, the resentment and impatience welling up inside his head had worked wonders in keeping the normally unruly tier 3 Destroyer spear under his control!

Instead of wasting his time on fueling his fear about suffering a backlash from the volatile weapon, Tusa instead channeled much of his fury and will towards trying to poke a hole into the huge and hard body of the Arena Lord of Ya'gwasa!

Despite the fact that the greater phase lord's body proportions had not only matched the size of a battleship, but was also clad in a decorative raiment that made him look like a bulky alien gladiator, Tusa still had a lot of confidence in his ability to inflict a killer blow onto his chief adversary!

"Shut up, you dim-witted cow, or I will make you shut up by slitting your gigantic throat!"

The Dark Zephyr utilized his blazing speed and maneuverability to dodge the Saint Piercer thrust in his direction.

As the powerful ace mech fluidly managed to circle around the much larger but more sluggish body of the Arena Lord, all sorts of spatial fluctuations and interference attempted to impede his motion.

The Dark Zephyr easily bulled through most of the spatial interference with the help of his Saint Kingdom. Although the hours-long chase had depleted it to an extent, Tusa still forced himself to summon up the strength to impose his domain onto reality.

With the cooperation of Blackwing and his battle partner, The Dark Zephyr easily managed to Leap past the Arena Lord's spatial barrier, thereby placing his ace light skirmisher in the perfect position to thrust the tip of the Destroyer spear into the back of the Arena Lord.

This was usually the most difficult place for a nunser phase lord to defend against. Their centaur-like bodies meant that they could not easily extend limbs to fend off attackers approaching from the rear.

Even so, the Arena Lord reacted surprisingly quickly to the threat. The greater phase lord exhibited no fear at all despite the fact that his close-ranged spatial abilities failed to fend off the ace mech.

Despite his massive bulk, the nunser phase lord was able to change the grip of his Saint Piercer and thrust the lower end of the polearm backwards at a tricky angle!

Tusa did not sense the threat posed by this prototype weapon, but he just knew that it would pierce straight through his Saint Kingdom and inflict a powerful concussive blow onto his ace mech!

"#$&@#$@&."

"DO NOT THINK THAT YOUR TINY BUT INTERESTING LITTLE TOOTHSCRAPER CANNOT REVERSE YOUR INCOMPETENCE. IF YOU POSSESSED THE STRENGTH OF A REAL GOD, THEN YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER BECOME COWARDLY ENOUGH TO FLINCH AWAY FROM MY COUNTERATTACKS. YOU FALSE GODS ARE ALL THE SAME. EVEN YOUR OH-SO-PROUD TERRAN CHAMPIONS HAVE REPEATEDLY FLINCHED FROM MY RESPONSES DESPITE ARMING THEMSELVES WITH SIMILAR WEAPONS. THEY HAVE PROVEN THEMSELVES UNFIT TO WIELD THOSE ARMS, AND YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT! SPEED WITHOUT STRENGTH ONLY EQUATES TO ANOTHER FORM OF COWARDICE."

As much as Saint Tusa understood that the Arena Lord of Ya'gwasa was just engaging in an acerbic brand of smack talk, the ace pilot couldn't stop himself from entertaining doubts.

What if... what if the Arena Lord's criticism was not entirely off the mark?

Though the ace pilot's willpower forcibly stopped Tusa from fueling this train of thought any further, it was difficult to shove this nonsense away when the Arena Lord constantly brought it back to the forefront of his mind!

Tusa threw away all of the contempt he still harbored against the Arena Lord. As primitive and vain as he appeared to be, the greater phase lord was able to draw upon many years of actual combat experience in duels and other complicated matches. He had fought against many varieties of opponents, and managed to learn a lot from fighting against human ace mechs during the Red War.

Destroyer weapons were incredibly powerful, but it was still possible for enemies to mitigate their threat.

From minimizing the opportunities for their wielders to land serious blows with these potent weapons to cladding themselves with destroyer-resistant armor, the signature tech of the Terran people was anything but unbeatable!

Tusa felt more and more frustrated. He was no longer in peak condition when he first started to fight properly against the Arena Lord, and the constant Leaps repeatedly sapped his willpower even further.

The Arena Lord probably exerted himself as well, but his consumption was probably a lot less!

This was clearly detrimental to the ace pilot as he would exhaust himself much sooner than his potent adversary. Tusa couldn't afford to let this confrontation turn into an endurance battle, chiefly because he was never built to last!

Phase lords all possessed massive bodies that stored huge amounts of energy. In fact, they were even more difficult to exhaust than other creatures of their size because they could even draw energies from other dimensions!

Although the Dark Zephyr also possessed special and transphasic qualities, the ace light skirmisher was designed to perform at his peak during short but critical intervals. His mech frame lacked the capacity to extend his endurance and staying power, and Tusa's willpower was also finite due to the lack of time to develop his resonance strength.

"Tch. We need to conserve our strength and keep him busy, partner." Tusa spoke to his ace mech.

The Dark Zephyr no longer tried to win the jackpot by attempting to land crippling blows.

Instead, the machine began to adopt a more patient and frugal approach. The Dark Zephyr evaded the Arena Lord's attacks as best as possible while using the enhanced lethality of his tier 3 Destroyer spear to damage and deplete the phase lord's spatial barrier.

This was not enough to contain the Arena Lord, so the Rosfield Cannons installed on Fort Rock regularly had to strike the greater phase lord with punishing kinetic impacts!

Other friendly warships occasionally struck with opportunistic attacks whenever they could, but they were far too preoccupied with other enemies to commit more to this effort.

No first-class multipurpose mechs dared to poke the Arena Lord. Their attacks were too small in caliber to make much of a difference, and they were much more suited to fight against other opponents.

Tusa was not resigned to this outcome. For now, he and his battle partner could do nothing more than to contain the Arena Lord and hinder the greater phase lord from directing his ire elsewhere, but this needed to change.

"What can I do to gain the upper hand?"