Ace Of Terrans

Shi Lang had put away the intention of being calm during his attack at the back of his head because he really did not want to spare any brain cell in figuring out, how to get through the defenses and hit the target. He used the most basic method that he knew, strength will overcome all the schemes.

His big sword weaved through the crowd, and the hilt was grasped in both hands, to quickly change the direction, it was like a river flowing seamlessly. The slashes were not broken at all. Another thing was that the blade was completely in sync with him.

Yes, the blade was made up of precious metals, combined together to achieve the optimum level of a sword. The process could be called crude if looked at from the perception of the ancient ways, but the efficiency was terrifying.

At this moment, Shi Lang had become a death god again, however, on his face was no excitement. It could be said that he was completely indifferent to each and everything that was happening around him. The bloodshed did not trigger his ecstasy. Another thing that he noticed was the smoothness of his movements. He was killing people and it was all so fast as if he was cutting corps in a field.

It was like his body had turned ethereal, with no friction, no sensation from the extremities. Let alone that even the strain on his joints was gone, moving such a huge sword, yet he was able to move as if it was nothing to him, no matter how strong he was, fighting for hours gives you strain, if not physical, mental stress was inevitable.

Yet, Shi Lang was as if he had just woken up. The lizardmen were frightened of his action and soon the big forces had been called over to deal with this guy. Another thing that Shi Lang liked very much about his present situation was that the target has come out on the city wall.

The news of his attack had been sent earlier and thinking that the assailant was a solo player, he will soon die, the target came out to watch the fun. However, now that even the big guys were being slaughtered by Shi Lang, all the same, the target was left in trepidation.

Shi Lang did not care about any of this, for him killing this guy was a matter of time. However, now that the big guys had come into play, his time was short, and he picked up the pace. He rushed forward with the blade following behind him, in his left hand a phaser gun was resting, and it began to spew death.

This was a way to clean up the road, and his speed was not slow. The lizard commander on the city wall saw this and he roared, the subordinates rushed toward the target, they were going to take him to safety. The chain of command in the lizardmen was very seriously held.

The lizardmen knew, that if the target of their protection died, then even if Shi Lang left them alive, the superiors will kill them all in the name of incompetence. They did not care if that maniac in the suit killed them, it might still save some of them.

Unfortunately, Shi Lang was not very compassionate to his enemies. He crossed the distance of a few hundred meters, by walking over a stream of corpses and dodging the attacks on his life as if a fish in water. When he was closer to the wall, he jumped up with all his might, just enough to cleanly land on a fifty-meter high wall.

Yes, he was at the peak of the core condensation realm, but he was still human. His suit was just acting as armor at this moment and not the extraordinary spirit exoskeleton. The next thing was him waving his big sword, but after he killed the few guards on the outside, he vanished from his place the slaughter stopped.

The surrounding turned silent all of a sudden. The lizardmen commander issued search orders, but suddenly, the target standing in the center of the cordon of the guards heard a low beep. The beep seemed to be picking up pace. When his brain guessed the source of the sound, his vertical pupil shrank, and  <strong>BOOM.</strong>

The city had a huge hole in it, and the target has vanished with the guard detail. Chaos was triggered once again, and more than anyone else, it was the lizardmen commander who was roaring in rage. Shi Lang waved his big sword to capture attention and sneaked in the phaser-nade, the result? Deceived and dead.

At this moment, Shi Lang had moved through the city of reptiles using stealth mode. He was not troubled with the patrols as the guards were all called to aid near the wall. The hanger where the spacecraft were stored was left for him to take his pick and waltz away from here.

Shi Lang sneaked into the hangar and found a vessel standing there, he found a guard nearby, dragged him to access the entry and other systems of the vessel. Then he cleanly sent the guy off to see his makers.

Only the security was a bit tricky because he did not have vertical pupils to scan at the bulk door. The next series was easy, Shi Lang controlled the vessel and flew away, ignoring the constant warnings on the communications.

He could probably guess what the other side was preaching, 'Stop, land the vessel and surrender, or we will destroy you, etc.'

Well, he was wrong, they were not asking him to get down at all, they were going to directly shoot him down. Shi Lang knew that he has been locked on by some missile system because Sonic had briefed him about the warning tones and sounds of the Lizard vessels.

He clicked his tongue and said, "What else to expect from uncultured lizards? Could you not have given me a few minutes to leave the atmosphere?"

That said, he controlled the scout vessel and made a beeline to leave the atmosphere behind, in the meantime, the news had been passed through to the other units. He was now being haunted by not only missiles but even other flying vessels. Shi Lang was not so simple.

Suddenly, he pulled the brakes and turned the joystick to the right, a missile flew past him. But it was not that simple, the speed of the missile was really fast, and when it was turning around, it brushed into an allied vessel. Shi Lang's vessel hid the tail of the missile properly and the lizard pilot did not expect it to come right at him.

BOOM!

The next part of the flight was just zig-zagging between phaser beams and more, Lizardmen corpses. Shi Lang was not a perfect pilot nor neither was he a god to walk out of this mad chase, unscratched. His vessel was hit twice, but the damage did not let the performance drop to the level where he cannot get out of the atmosphere.

As soon as he left the atmosphere, the sirens in the vessel went crazy. Shi Lang sighed and said, "One after the other. Clingy things."

Lizardmen would have puked if they heard his remarks. He gave up the pilot seat, picked up his sword, and moved to the dump hatch in the scout vessel. The lizardmen excreted a lot, and sometimes they had to stay in space for a prolonged period, so they had something called dump cells. These cells were as big as a human, yes, a lizardman was half a time taller than a human.

The only consolation Shi Lang had was that these cells were non-reuseable. Lizard shit was corrosive, who knew why, and none of the people (including me) were interested in investing time, and brain cells in this matter.

Shi Lang took out a big dump cell, slashed it in half with his sword, and after lying inside he sealed it from inside. The next thing he needed to wait for was for the ship to be bombarded. Yup, that was all. This dump cell was strong enough to handle a direct phaser canon blast. He did not have to wait for a long time.

The satellites for the planetary defense were set on, and the next thing Shi Lang sensed was a strong push. The direction of this push was random, but it was away from the planet. He did not panic because the next part was really not in his control. Unless, he is picked up by his self-conscious crew, who can detect the distress signal from his suit.

As he was drifting in space, he recalled something and said, "I wonder if I can use that skill to locate the people."

After thinking for a long time, he pushed the shell covering the space above him. The visor on his suit was also a helmet, and his suit did have a supplementary oxygen supply, but how long will it take for him to be detected, and who will detect him, that was the question and time was running out.