The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 636 - 27: Wind Demon - Wild Axe Flow!

"Clang clang!"

The Blue Falcon Type IV lightly tapped the two massive axes held in its hands, their dark hue betraying an unknown material of construction, emitting a crisp, metallic crashing sound.

And then...

Suddenly, with a sudden lunge, the entire Mecha shot towards him with the speed of a charging Beast.

"Using weapons now?!

Dual Axe Flow?!"

Lu Feng was startled, just about to utilize the Shadow Concealment Step for a counterattack, when two gigantic axe shadows as large as door panels loomed into view.

The Blue Falcon Type IV brandished the mismatched pair of enormous axes with a fierce chop aimed at him.

Axe blades reflecting starlight, the gleam of the axes hadn't even arrived yet, and the forest battlefield was already whipped into a frenzied gale, making the surrounding trees and leaves rustle noisily.

"Scram!"

Lu Feng gritted his teeth, advancing instead of retreating, stabbing forward with twin swords.

His level five Spiritual Power exploded without reservation.

In an instant, a visible transparent ripple spread out suddenly from the body of the Wind Attacking Swordsman.

In a flash, it forcefully suppressed the momentum of the whirlwind and giant axes, and in the next second, an unprecedented dazzling scarlet sword light erupted forth.

"Boom!"

The two Mechas collided fiercely, like two titanic beasts crashing without any finesse.

The terrifying impact force blasted out a crater with a diameter of dozens of meters beneath them, scattering countless rocks, soil, and vegetative debris, shredded and flung away by the shockwave before they could even hit the ground.

"Bang!"

Lu Feng controlled the Wind Attacking Swordsman, tracing a beautiful arc in mid-air, landing gracefully with a flawless backflip.

The arms holding the twin swords hung naturally, large swathes of fine light patterns appeared intermittently on the surface of the Mecha's arms.

"Spiritual Power is your fatal weakness."

Lu Feng walked forward step by step, speaking coldly and emotionlessly: "The competition between Mechanicians ultimately boils down to Spiritual Power.

Your Spiritual Power...isn't even level three, is it?"

He gazed at the Blue Falcon Type IV in front of him, using the axes for support, head bowed, half-kneeling on the ground.

Lu Feng's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.

His Spiritual Power was level five, while the opponent's was not even level three.

A difference of more than two levels of Spiritual Power.

With a slight Consciousness Shock, even if his opponent didn't spit blood and die with his brains boiling,

his brain would still feel like it was hit hard, needing a good long rest.

This is the biggest advantage high-level Mechanicians have over low-level ones.

During combat, they can unreasonably attack the Mechanician inside the Mecha directly, bypassing its defenses.

Unless your Mecha is made of extremely rare material that can defend against Consciousness Shock, or you're wearing special protective gear for your Spiritual Power, you can only endure this "Spiritual Clash" attack method.

This is also the main reason low-level Mechanicians have difficulty posing much threat to high-level Mechanicians, aside from large-scale collective self-destruction.

And just as Lu Feng, holding twin swords, approached within twenty meters of the Blue Falcon Type IV.

The Blue Falcon Type IV, previously with its head down as though stunned by the shock, suddenly stood up again, gripping the twin giant axes.

"Not bad."

The Blue Falcon Type IV shook its head slightly, speaking: "You finally look somewhat like a proper level five Mechanician now."

"Uh..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng was momentarily stunned.

Judging by the Blue Falcon Type IV's earlier performance, he was sure it had taken his previous Consciousness Shock head-on.

But...

With a difference of more than two levels in Spiritual Clash...

How could he recover so quickly?!

As if it had no effect at all?!

Just as Lu Feng was bewildered and uncertain.

The Blue Falcon Type IV in front of him was once again charging at him, wielding its axes.

This time, the gales in the field were even more intense.

Gathering the scattered debris, forming a visible massive black tornado whirlwind of dozens of meters on the battlefield!

"Wind Spirit Sword Shadow Flow?"

"Too soft."

"How about trying my set..."

"Wind Demon... Wild Axe Flow!"

At this moment, through the layers of Mecha blocking his view, Lu Feng seemed to see inside the charging Blue Falcon Type IV Mecha.

The young and handsome boy within.

His black hair dancing wildly, laughing recklessly and boldly at him.