Chapter 646

Chapter 646: Killing the "Young Fox"

In the cockpit, Lin Mo was unaware that the live broadcast team set up by Abyss Nirvana was comparing and assessing him and "Young Fox" from various angles, trying to entice the sponsors to place bets. This was almost identical to stock market commentary shows, where every expert sounded ambiguous, everything floating in a haze of persuasion.

As the house, the Abyss Nirvana organizers wouldn’t incur any losses, no matter what. The rabbit was still munching on grass below, oblivious to the eagle diving down from above. Would it be like usual, with the eagle grabbing the rabbit in its claws and taking off, or would the rabbit execute a spectacular counterattack?

The "Young Fox" with its sharply swept-back wing fighter jet was lazily showing off at low altitude. If the Abyss Nirvana organizers hadn’t informed the government army and Anti-Government Forces, such a low altitude might have led to it being shot down.

"Forward-swept wing model! Hey! Come on and bite!"

The "Young Fox" widened its eyes in anticipation, maneuvering the custom fighter jet along a wide arc, its on-board radar fully powering its active radar waves.

Active phased array technology had become the main radar technology for Abyss Nirvana, and compared to passive technology, each transceiving module played a role, enhancing both search range and accuracy.

However, although the X-1 was specifically improved to counter stealth technology, it didn’t have the comprehensive transformation of the "monstrous” stealth capabilities. Yet against non-top-tier radars, the feedback was indistinguishable from that of a bird, easily filtered out by the camouflage mechanism.

Compared to radar, Lin Mo’s Light Mirror Technique was much more precise, having no gaps, like a seasoned beast king confidently hunting a cunning fox.

With the active phased array radar turned off, the X-1 seemed to be in radio silence, no longer emitting electromagnetic signals, fully relying on Lin Mo’s Light Mirror Technique and piloting skills for flight assistance. Any opponent facing a freak like Lin Mo would probably end up with a splitting headache.

200 kilometers away!

150 kilometers!

100 kilometers!

50 kilometers!

The distances between the two fighter jets were rapidly closing. Time was approaching noon, and the sunlight grew more intense—this meant the heavenly conditions for a light warrior were at their peak.

The "Young Fox" was unaware that its trap had already been laid bare. This scene was accurately captured by several reconnaissance planes high in the sky, using high-precision long-range optical detection systems to relay real-time data back to the officials and spectators at the task center and viewing hall.

The bettors also noticed this, sensing that the X-1 forward-swept wing fighter seemed to have foreseen the traps, plotting a special flight path from afar.

It was a successful and masterful hunt. The foolish "Young Fox" had no idea its trick had been exposed and was blindly marching toward the abyss.

While the advantage of a trap could lead to a fatal blow, a trap remained a trap, unable to adapt much and limiting the maneuverability of the fighter jet.

As they approached within a visible distance of 10 kilometers, the host in the broadcast room involuntarily said, “The ‘Young Fox’ is doomed!”

The two guests, who had previously debated strengths and weaknesses, immediately fell silent.

The host had picked up some military knowledge along the way, becoming somewhat of a half-hearted aviation enthusiast. Even he could see that the "Young Fox," still desperately performing its clumsy act, was facing imminent disaster.

With calculations in mind and striking first, this tactic was brilliantly displayed in the X-1 forward-swept wing fighter jet.

All observers were in awe, wondering how the young "Number 13" had such impressive tactical experience. Was it really true that he could predict the enemy’s moves ahead of time?

"Lord Morin, you must do your best!"

Sally, who had just invested 50 million dollars in Lin Mo, clenched her fists in the exclusive VIP box.

When she first arrived in Syria, Sally couldn’t help but worry about Lin Mo participating in such a dangerous event at Abyss Nirvana. However, she soon gained full confidence in him.

As the woman behind the man, even if just one among many, she should be calm and composed to ensure that Lin Mo would not be distracted as he fought.

Having once faced numerous hardships and navigated through perilous situations together, they finally reached the legendary Gem Valley. Upon seeing that paradise-like valley, hope surged in Sally’s heart, dispelling the clouds of despair.

The Gem Valley was like the last glimmer of hope contained in Pandora’s box, and with the establishment and growth of the Dragoon Consortium, all the people who had suffered from the ravages of war could finally shake off the shadows of fear and witness a brighter, happier future.

Even when faced with the greedy, overwhelming attacks of bandits, Sally and everyone else never gave up. She firmly believed that Lin Mo could prevail in this battle, just as he had done before, conquering everything that stood in their way.

My Azrael!

Angel of Death from Allah!

Only you can reap the lives of others, while they tremble beneath your feet!

Crawling, they beg for mercy!

As she quietly recited the Quran, Sally felt a wave of tranquility wash over her.

“Why hasn’t he shown up yet?”

The “Young Fox,” pretending to be the bait for a while, suddenly felt inexplicably impatient. According to calculations, his opponent, the rookie “Number 13,” should have already appeared within his radar scanning range.

But so far, aside from a few reconnaissance planes from the organizers lurking from a distance, there was nothing on his radar screen.

Could this rookie have made the unbelievably foolish mistake of getting lost?

That would be ridiculous.

I must teach this inexperienced kid a lesson; Abyss Nirvana is not an amusement park, and the fighter ace he obtained on a gaming console is worthless here. He should just hand over his points and use them as stepping stones for himself.

“Lock on target!”

The Light Mirror Technique and cannon sights simultaneously locked onto the unsuspecting “Young Fox” and his fighter jet below.

Lin Mo stared expressionlessly at the enemy aircraft beneath him; for him, it was merely a minor skirmish, hardly stronger than opponents he had faced before.

What an unadaptable fool!

His tricks had run dry!

Suddenly, the “Young Fox,” lost in his daydreams, felt an inexplicable chill creep up the back of his neck. He abruptly realized that zoning out on the battlefield was extremely dangerous, just like the reason he had mocked his opponent earlier—it was not just a game.

Maybe, maybe his opponent had already locked onto him; this terrifying thought surged like rampant weeds in his mind.

Sensing a hint of danger, the “Young Fox” looked up toward the sky.

The sunlight nearly dazzled his eyes, but through the glare, he spotted what seemed like a visible black spot in the golden disc of the sun.

A black spot?!

“That’s definitely not a sunspot; it’s an enemy aircraft!” The “Young Fox” suddenly shouted in the cockpit, slamming down the throttle to attempt a getaway from the impending attack, hoping to execute an Immelmann maneuver to regain the high ground advantage and counterattack.

“Too late!”

Lin Mo coldly stated as he pressed the cannon fire button.

The “Young Fox’s” actions did not escape his notice.

What a ridiculous prey!

Golden rain of bullets drew trails like sunlight in the human eye’s persistence of vision.

The curtain of death descended from above, accurately enveloping the fighter jet that had not yet adjusted its position. The fierce cannon ammunition, under the pull of gravity, pierced through the fuselage and wings, creating one terrifying hole after another and tearing apart the body, flames instantly erupting and engulfing the entire aircraft.

In an instant, the newly minted fighter jet transformed into scrap metal waiting to be salvaged, or a standard turkey.

This was the fate of an aerial knight.

“No!”

The “Young Fox” was completely stunned, letting out desperate and shrill screams, hands reaching for the ejection handle.

Forced to eject under the rain of deadly bullets above, that was as good as seeking death, but to save his life, he had to take the gamble.

Whoosh!

A thick mist of blood suddenly erupted from the cockpit, thick blood and body fragments splattering across the entire canopy. The once transparent canopy turned into an unbearably bright red in an instant, while the entire cockpit morphed into a hell of carnage, blood, flesh, and unidentifiable body parts were sprayed everywhere.

This was the result of a high-explosive round piercing through the brain, traversing the spine, and devastating the entire body. The impact of a 23mm caliber high-explosive shell hitting the body was far more savage than that of ammunition from any 20mm anti-material rifle.

Even solid bullets from a 12.5mm anti-material rifle could easily reduce a person to pieces, and with a caliber nearly double that, cannon ammunition’s power went without saying. There was barely time for a scream; the “Young Fox” was left as nothing more than two small legs beneath the seat.

Such a gruesome scene was captured by the reconnaissance plane, with the enlarged video footage sent back to the ground air force base. The dignitaries who had placed bets all screamed sharply, many even covering their eyes, unable to bear the sight.

However, more people gasped, adrenaline surging, faces flushed, eyes gleaming with a beast-like hunger, as if they would transform into wild animals at any moment. It was thrilling, truly thrilling; the clumsy special effects in movies and dramas simply couldn’t compare.

The finest warriors of humanity engaged in bloody combat—this was true high-level slaughter.

In a blur, the cheers for gladiators battling in the ancient Roman Colosseum resounded in the air.

Boom!

Even with fireproof and flame-retardant measures, they still couldn’t withstand the relentless onslaught of fire from the sky beating down on the remnants of the “Young Fox.” At this moment, the fighter jet had completely lost power, engulfed in black smoke and flames, leaving its final lament in the sky.