Limit Breaker

Great Mao could not believe the current situation.

He will do the same thing. There are only eight competent people in the three Taiji Dynasty, and one of them is waiting in the rear without interfering in the battle.

At first, I thought he was up to something, but the executive in the waiting triangle was just floating around in the air, arresting with some special ability, or something like that.

That is, from 8: 200 to 7: 200, the problem is that these seven people are not a joke.

What surprised Mao the most was the power of the conspirators.

Clearly, the wavelength of the force or something is similar in grade to itself.

Generally, motivators should not exert 100% of their power unless they are in a special situation.

Overload by consuming too much mental power makes the ability to use or become unstable for long periods of time due to the sequelae. If you continue to overload, the situation worsens until cerebral hemorrhage.

Moreover, because of the survival instinct that the enemy does not know when and how to launch a surprise attack, all mental power can not only be applied to the attack, but now he is also balancing his body with his mind to prevent it from floating from the air and being blown away by the wind.

They were consuming the mind-set to fly in the air in real time, and they had to be aware of their attacks and defenses, so the mind-set fighting in the air had to be weaker than usual.

However, the motivators of the three Taiji Dynasty were different.

It's as if they don't have to worry about their mental energy consumption with 100% of their full power.

Fighting like that will turn you into a Retire in less than 10 seconds, not a joke. No, I'm just gonna crash.

How efficient it would be to consume mental power to become a motivator of the world class.

Mao the Great also knows that the enemy has perished, so he deliberately stays away from the battle and aims for the moment when the Tritiac motorists become retiring.

Meanwhile, the elite died, but it didn't matter. You just have to blame it on your own damn fate.

But the mind-benders continue to unleash 100% of their full power, even if it's 30 seconds, even if it's a minute.

A woman who attacks with a high-speed teleport in a surprise assassination has already teleported dozens of times every second.

What the hell is this?

Why can't they see how exhausted they are with such strong power?

In my mind, I wanted to deal with one more enemy when there were still many of them.

Although the protection of ground missiles comes first, their return is impossible if they can't defeat the enemy in front of them because they destroyed all their transports.

However, his intentions had to end with a thought.

Tsufang!

Sounds like the air bursts as it tears.

Fizzit-

"Hehe!"

As he approaches, he quickly turns, but the red thread runs long across his face, making sure it can't all be avoided by the aftermath.

"Ha! Let go! It's a fist bummer and a grumpy stooge!"

'Dammit! I can't believe they're sticking to me!'

It was bad luck.

While flying in the air in power suits, the light 'crushing' of some of the mind-drivers and power suits just ran to attack Mao, the remarkable presence.

Fortunately, he was flying in the sky, leaning solely on the performance of his power suit, so the ground could have driven a swift and decisive battle.

If you have the mind force, you can show the mind force that ignores the scientific laws of physics, and if the great Mao bends to avoid the 'b' due to the laws of physics, you have to chase after the great Mao while circling away.

The problem is his punch, like a bomb.

The power suits Chiu wears are also outstanding, so he sometimes approaches the distance that the punch can reach, but he realizes that great Mao's really fast speed does not leave behind a shadow, but flies without a shadow.

As if he had learned to box somewhat, he used a jab that flies lightly with the power of his elbow, but Mao's superhuman eye saw his arm disappearing from his elbow.

Instinctively dodged by power, Mao heard the sound of air bursting out of his face and body at the same time as something cold passed by him.

Just a little more! Just a little more! '

The Terrestrial Missile was waiting for Mao, who was terrified that he would die in a single shot if he got any slower.

The Earth's missiles will soon pass through the air in this vicinity, and even if they were to be removed, they will not be able to stop the annihilation of the ground force unless they are stopped.

Kuaaaah--!

The engine on the back of the Power Suits throws up a violent blue flame and the accelerated shifter starts to chase behind Mao, a great dodge workout.

The great Mao was all the resistance he could make to steadily spread the distance through the impossible orthogonal avoidance exercises in order to avoid such clearance.

Why don't we attack them?

If so, it would take very little more time to do the evasive exercise, and in Mao's view of the great crossroads of life with a 0.1 second difference, the attack or counterattack was a suicide.

"Dude! I'm gonna kill you for real! I'm an SSS-class employee of the Jordan Express! I'm not kidding. If I blink an eye, it's the afterlife without any pain!"

Convince them to send you to the afterlife without pain if they stop annoying you. (?), but Mao waits for the ground missile to appear a second earlier.

At that moment, a small radio on his ear heard the headquarters cheer.

- In the next 10 seconds, surface missiles will pass over the combat area! Until then, stop the executives of the Three Tai Drama! -

"Stop it!? Stop what? We're being slaughtered!! -

Great Mao wanted to curse the upper floors that sent him to stop these guys, but now all he can do is wait for a minute or two to pass quickly.

Kuaaaaaah---

"Hmm?"

At that time, Qiu, who was chasing great Mao, turned his gaze in one direction, slowing down.

He's here!

Great Mao was also able to see that 17 truck-sized missiles and a little less than that were flying this way, throwing out sparks.

'Even for you, it will be hard to stop them all!'

Somewhat out of range, Mao was prepared to attack the power chutes of Qiu that would chase them to stop the surface-to-ground missiles.

The position of attack and defense has been completely changed.

... all I could think about was Mao.

I opened my mouth by pressing my finger against the helmet on the ear area that I was cleaning.

"I'm so proud of you! Can you handle this on your own? Well, I'll take the back. I'll finish what I started."

Then, using the booster again, he started chasing after Mao the Great.

"I'm just one! I will catch you as much as I did today!"

"Is this guy an idiot? '

Great Mao was at risk of disappearing his ground troops, but he was stunned by Zhou chasing after him with a booster once again.

He quickly stopped the attack and started dodging again, trying to figure out how the hell he was going to stop those ground missiles.

"W-what is that?!"

The scene unfolded before my eyes without my knowledge.

A black space appeared as the Talent of the Three Tails (whatever it was) flew towards the ground missiles and swung their arms wide, and the Terrestrial Missile hid its tracks as it flew into the space.

The man, presumed to be an executive of the Three Tai Poles, who was rapidly moving towards land-based missiles that were flying widely in different directions, began to swallow them in the same way across all space.

This vast force is being used as a time penalty to strike 17 surface-to-ground missiles in the Tritiac, and as one missile disappeared from the back of the man's hand, Mao's brilliant mind was relieved of its futility.

Apart from him, everyone else was looking at it to defend the ground missiles, so they couldn't hide their frustration from the missiles disappearing so easily.

This ability?

No. With this level of ability, you should feel the wavelength.

However, there was no wavelength in that power, presumed by the teleport.

This means that it is not this ability.

"W-what the hell...?"

Great Mao failed to connect the horses to the ridiculous sights that unfold before his eyes.

"Fuck you, Chew!"

Bang, bang!

"Oops!"

Mao's slow pace was stunned by the feeling of hard metal grabbing his ankle as the ground missiles vanished into thin air.

Katz!

"Shhh!"

The sound of crunching bones and flesh spreads from Mao's great ankle, whether he exerted power on his ankle grip.

Heave-ho!

Moreover, Mao slapped his unchecked ankle with a clean blade, and when he saw it, he instinctively opened a shield of mind-bending power and defended himself, but he felt the pain of breaking bones.

"Hey, I tried to cut it myself, but it's only broken. You're pretty good, huh?"

"Grrrgh!"

Kakacakan!

Great Mao raised his finger in the pain of tears and struck Chiu's back with a mind force that imaged the shape of a sharp arrow.

He intends to destroy the jet engine and bring it down.

Pazicq!

"Oops! Engine failure!?"

Mao's attack caused the engine to fail and I was no longer able to use my abilities, but Zhuge's hand was still holding his ankle….

Gaaaah!

"Omma?"

"Turn it off!"

The great Mao lets out a painful scream as he cuts off his captured ankle, but his eyes contain a sense of victory that made it impossible for him to enter the air war anymore.

You're a Grade 10 Talent, so you won't die from a fall like this, but you should be satisfied with your enemy's reduced power.

Guddy's damage was huge.

After pursuing the desperate battle, he consumed almost all of his mental strength, and the last thing he did was to have the level of power to fly around the sky.

"Tsk. Got him. You thought I couldn't...?"

Pa Kang!

At the same time, all of the power suits of the falling Qiu were peeled off, separated by parts, and at the same time reached out both hands towards Mao the Great.

Chuuuh-uh!

Bang, bang!

"!!"

Strengthening the arms of Shiwoo, which extended due to his deformation, was able to hold Mao's good shoulders in an instant.

Whoo-hoo!

As I made my body lightly, I grabbed Mao's shoulders as a stepping stone and went back up to the sky, but as I went higher, I began to turn around.

Thanks to this, the arm was twisted to form a shape. At that time, the weight was restored to normal and the force reversed. As the twisted arm loosened, the speed of the teeth rotated in the air also decreased faster.

"N-no...!"

Kwajic!

Head to head collision.

However, Mao's great head burst at the same time as his eyes popped out as it could not be seen in human form, and Mao's great body fell to the ground as it did.

Boom! Boom!

The sound of rough rock falling on one side and the other exploding like a rat, echoing blood, flesh and guts all over the floor.

"Ugh... I feel dizzier than I thought. This is a special item for the Grand Arc later... I think I need to make some improvements. I have to learn yoga."

It was a must for the enemy to make a comedy show out of a glorious fight, but it was also a mortal force that was not to be ignored by superhumans beyond human limits.

When he awoke from the ground, he stumbled for a moment, but his superhuman restorative abilities allowed him to find a balance.

He glanced up at the sky as he wiped out the blood and bribes on his head, smiling satisfactorily as the god of the Southern Palace had planned to swallow the Earth missiles into the subspace.

"I'm about done here. The Perishas will take care of the rest."

He is capable of evading his own attacks, even during air warfare.

Moreover, it was obvious that he was quite strong considering the nearby reaction he saw during the chase.

Now that you've dealt with such a strong man, the rest of his men will take care of it.

Jinwoo, who thought so, slowly began to watch the blockbuster-grade war with the mindset and attitude of a bystander across the river as he moved into a two-eyed position to see the overall situation.

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For the record, what Jinwoo used was a technique called Yoga Sangrilla, which was used by Street Fighters.

No kidding. Real. It really attacks like that.

PS: I worked late today, but I was a little overwhelmed to get on with my one-day gig. I'm going to cut myself soon because I'm tired, so please reflow any typos, unusual contours, etc. Good night, everybody.