Mechanical God Emperor

145 - Shameless

When the streak of lightning struck the Type 1 Lightning Dragon's protective cover, it forcibly ripped the cover open and then proceeded to attack the outer armor of the vehicle.

The Type 1 Lightning Dragon's outer armor flashed with a radiance, and all the electricity was immediately channeled into its power source propulsion furnace

Yang Feng was startled by the sudden changes and broke out in cold sweat: "Such a strong lightning! It's even capable of striking open a level-4 protective cover! If the lightning were slightly more powerful, then my Type 1 Lightning Dragon wouldn't be able to resist it!"

Yang Feng had already realized that the performance of Turandot Subcontinent's magic sports cars lacked in comparison to his Type 1 Lightning Dragon. But the power of the Thunderstreak battlecar surpassed his expectations by far.

"In this case, go to hell!"

Yang Feng's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he fiercely pressed quite a few buttons in a row.

Countless small laser guided missiles flew out of the Type 1 Lightning Dragon, and headed towards the Thunderstreak battlecar alike raindrops.

Rimont became alarmed, he then threw quite a few superior magic stones into the Thunderstreak battlecar's socket. Simultaneously, with his spirit force as a primer, he launched the Thunderstreak battlecar's supplementary defensive spell, Storm Barrier.

A matchless storm instantly shrouded the Thunderstreak battlecar. The small laser guided missiles were deviated by the storm, before falling beside the road and exploding, leaving huge pits behind.

When the princeling Warlocks outside the entrance to the Fiery Dragon Race Track saw this scene, they became unable of tearing their eyes away from from the magic screen. The atmosphere was so heavy that they didn't dare to breath heavily, for fear of missing the fight between the two legendary battlecars.

Rimont had just heaved a sigh of relief, when he suddenly felt cold inside and a premonition of a deadly crisis welled up in his chest. He glanced back, only to see Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning withdrawing all of its weapons, before extending an artillery. Countless electromagnetic radiances converged on the artillery.

"Fuck, what is that thing?"

An unknown fear welled up inside Rimont. He clenched his teeth and like a streak of lightning, drove the Thunderstreak battlecar in a twisting and winding manner, executing all kinds of outrageous maneuvers.

Apart from brisk stops, dodging was the best method of evading attacks from magic sports car. The top magic sports car's competitive drivers could even evade the bombardment of fireballs.

"Excellent idea. But it's a pity, as no matter how you evade, it's impossible to evade from the computing of a supercomputer. The computing power evolving to the summit will give rise to foresight!" Yang Feng sneered within.

Three seconds later, a terrifying lightning streak was spurted from the Type 1 Lightning Dragon's artillery, the super electromagnetic gun, shooting towards Rimont's Thunderstreak battlecar.

Boom!!

More than half of Rimont's Thunderstreak battlecar was blasted away, with countless remains splashing everywhere, while the rest of the vehicle was flung into the air.

In the place where the Thunderstreak battlecar had been, a thirteen or fourteen meters deep and five or six meters wide pit appeared.

"So brutal! What spell was that?"

"Too brutal! Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon is truly too brutal! Are sports cars developed by Steel City that brutal? They can be regarded as military weapons."

"…"

The princeling Warlocks at the entrance to the Fiery Dragon Race Track exclaimed in bafflement. it was the first time they saw a magic sports car equipped with such powerful weapons.

After half of Rimont's Thunderstreak battlecar was destroyed, a killing intent flashed past Yang Feng's eyes, and he once more began charging the super electromagnetic gun. After another three seconds, he would be able to once more shoot from the super electromagnetic gun and slay Rimont.

"I won't resign! I won't resign! Yang Feng, go to hell! Everything is going to be settled once you're dead!" Rimont's eyes were bloodshot, hatred filling his chest, and he resolutely crushed a jade slip.

In a split second, a terrifying life force comparable to that of a Great Warlock rank expert pervaded the surroundings.

"Great Warlock! Those are Great Warlock rank fluctuations of power!"

"Rimont had finally lost his mind! It seems that he had used the final trump card given to him by White Ivory!"

"He even has a Great Warlock rank force protector. It seems like this Rimont is White Ivory's most valued genius!"

"It seems like Yang Feng will die! Once a Great Warlock rank expert acts, unless there is an expert of the same rank; otherwise, there's no way to resist!"

"…"

The complexions of the princeling Warlocks outside the entrance to the Fiery Dragon Race Track changed slightly, and their eyes flashed with a touch of graveness. When they looked at Yang Feng, their eyes flashed with a touch of pity.

Each Great Warlock rank expert had earth-shaking strength. In many other planes, they were known as Legend rank experts who left their marks in history. Against experts below the Great Warlock rank, Great Warlock rank experts were invincible.

Magic power gathered into a giant hand. With might akin to Mt. Tai pressing down, the giant hand grabbed at Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon.1

"Fucking bastard!!" Angelina's pretty face changed and she cursed fiercely, and a touch of helplessness and bitterness swept past her beautiful eyes. Although she was a peerless genius of Rose Garden, but she was also powerless against a Great Warlock.

"Haha. Yang Feng, you're dead meat!" When Cookson approaching from the rear saw this scene, a trace of sinister smile crept onto his face.

Under everyone's gazes, once the giant hand formed from magic power appeared, like a little white mouse desperately struggling in the hand of a human, the Type 1 Lightning Dragon with its speed up to 600 km/h was immediately powerlessly suspended midair, its tires frantically revolving in the air.

The giant hand formed from magic power poked gently, and the protective cover shrouding the Type 1 Lightning Dragon immediately collapsed, before grabbing at Yang Feng.

"Hm! A trifling remains of power that isn't even a projection dares to bare its fangs in front of me, become a chunk of ice and shatter!"

Dephilia, the cold and unconcerned loli sitting beside Yang Feng, snorted coldly. Terrifying Great Warlock rank fluctuations of power permeated from her immature body. She extended her lily-white finger, and a white cold stream shot out, before instantly shrouding the huge hand formed from magic power.

Once the white cold stream shrouded the huge hand formed from magic power, it then condensed into a huge chunk of ice, before instantly crumbling and turning into silver ice fragments scattering on the ground.

"A Great Warlock!! That's a Great Warlock-rank expert!!"

"That girl turned out to be a Great Warlock!!"

"Snow White Madam, it should be Snow White Madam! Snow White Madam had just recently announced her entry into Steel City!"

"She's Snow White Madam?"

"He actually had a Great Warlock rank expert on board, that's too shameless!

"Too despicable!!"

"…"

The princeling Warlocks on the Fiery Dragon Race Track were exclaiming in bafflement.

"Snow White Madam, that girl turned out to be Snow White Madam, and she's even accompanying Yang Feng. How … how … how is this possible?" Angelina was dumbstruck, her beautiful eyes brimming with incredulity.

Practically everyone was doubting their eyes, not daring to concede this fact.

In Turandot Subcontinent, every Great Warlock rank expert was a top being. Most of the time, they stayed in their Warlock Pagodas and practiced cultivation or carried out all kinds of research.

Such a bigwig was actually accompanying Yang Feng, acting as a bodyguard. It was as unfathomable as having an aloof King lower their status to that of an ordinary civil servant.

"Bets need to be settled, since you're reluctant to pay up, then go to hell!" Dephilia snorted coldly, then snapped her fingers, and a white cold stream instantly swept towards Rimont.

Facing the white cold stream, Rimont's complexion changed greatly. He extracted a magic staff, and silently recited an incantation, bore a long flame alike a huge flame serpent swept towards the white cold stream.

As soon as the giant flame snake connected with the white cold stream, it issued sizzling noises, and then disappeared with a pop. Once the white cold stream shrouded Rimont, it directly froze him into a human-shaped ice sculpture.

All of a sudden, a bloody cross appeared between his eyebrows. In a flash, terrifying Great Warlock rank fluctuations of power erupted, and bust open the ice sculpture, with countless ice fragments slashing everywhere.

As if changing into a completely different person, Rimont's aura changed, his eyes were shrouded in a layer of profound and matchless light of wisdom, and his voice became slightly aged as he spoke extremely overbearingly: "So it's Snow White Madam. I'm White Ivory's Grant. Rimont is the most outstanding grandson of mine; you actually dare to act against him, do you wan't to be enemies with White Ivory?"

In Turandot Subcontinent, the six great Warlock groups were high above the masses, their conduct extremely overbearing. Even the fairly approachable Rose Garden; at its core, it was also brimming with arrogance.

Dephilia's eyebrows arched, and she sent mentally: "Yang Feng, messing with the little ones attracts the big ones. Do you want to get rid of this good-for-nothing? If you get rid of him, then we'll fall out with White Ivory."

Yang Feng sneered: "This old thing is so savage, it doesn't give me any face. Get rid of them. Anyway, we're at Rose Garden and not White Ivory."

With his power growing, Yang Feng's trump cards also became more numerous. Although he was still not a match for the joint forces of the six great Warlock groups, but if the opposite side where to attack him, then he'd definitely give them a pleasant surprise.

"Grant, you're but a projection of force attached to your grandson, and you still dare threaten me?! You're truly reckless. Now die!"

Dephilia sneered, operated her magic power, pointed with her lily-white hand, and then gathered her ice force into a white ice-cold breath sweeping at Rimont. In a split second, Rimont was frozen into an ice sculpture, an expression of fright and anger frozen on his face.

Grant, who was attached to Rimont, was also a Great Warlock rank expert, but a force projection couldn't contend against a formidable Great Warlock.

1 - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Tai