Chapter 662

Chapter 662: Pulling the Plug

It felt like a different world!

Marina Ivanovna was stunned by the beautiful, massive fireball. A look of disbelief showed in her eyes.

Did she really win?!

Had she truly exterminated the terrifying "Number 13"?

Her thoughts momentarily spun in confusion, unable to believe in this easily attainable victory.

In the air force bases in Aleppo and Damascus, everyone watching fell into a deathly silence, with some corners even releasing hissing sounds of drawn breath.

It wasn’t because Marina Ivanovna had landed a powerful move, but because…

The organizers of "Abyss Nirvana" had deployed several high-performance reconnaissance aircraft in the aerial duel, finally revealing a shocking scene.

No one could imagine the feelings that would arise in the pilot known as "Joan of Arc" if placed in her position.

It was nothing short of a disaster!

A great terror!

No, wait! Marina Ivanovna realized something was amiss.

Where were the fragments of the exploded aircraft? There should have been countless metal shards flying everywhere, yet the explosion seemed smaller than expected, too abnormal.

"No, no, this can’t be?"

A Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet emerged from the thick smoke after the fireball, flying in a posture that defied the physical rules, as if covered by an invisible force field that pushed away the swirling smoke.

The cockpit of the enemy aircraft came fully into view, and Marina Ivanovna felt her body and mind plunge into ice. There wasn’t a single mark on the enemy’s aircraft; it was completely unharmed.

The MiG-35 whizzed past the attack area, but the chill in the pilot’s heart could not dissipate.

"Did you fall for it?"

Lin Mo piloted the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet, using special air combat skills to penetrate the explosion’s smoke, emerging before everyone’s eyes.

The Flowing Wave Heavenly Transformation Magic Circle had played a huge role during the detonation of the missiles; when the shockwave reached the aircraft, it was instantly turned into nothingness. At the right angle, even the incoming cannon ammunition could ricochet off the magic circle’s energy shield without hitting the aircraft.

Just two seconds ago, he had performed a dangerously thrilling tail whip roll to detonate the close-range combat missile, cleverly dodging the lethal radius, and used the fighter’s aerodynamic layout to execute a tail chase air combat skill, bringing the aircraft’s speed to zero, making it seem as if the fighter was hovering in mid-air.

Due to air current inertia, the explosion cloud had moved toward the position of the X-1, allowing it to emerge from the explosion cloud with a nearly 70-degree high angle of attack.

Negative speed propulsion?

With a dual vector engine fighter? Don’t make me laugh!

It was just an illusion of relative movement; the thing moving wasn’t the plane, but the explosion cloud.

This created an effect that seemed to defy the laws of physics.

Only Lin Mo’s added auxiliary engine "monstrous" might be able to pull it off, or perhaps a Harrier fighter could manage it.

Everyone gasping in disbelief assumed that this was a deliberate effect arranged by the pilot codenamed "Number 13," completely deceiving the enemy’s vision as it suddenly burst forth from the smoke. It truly was a striking visual impact, even more stunning than Hollywood special effects.

"No, no! This is impossible! It shouldn’t be this way."

Inside the MiG-35 cockpit, Marina Ivanovna resembled a frantic female leopard, screaming hoarsely in anger.

She was almost going crazy. Was the opponent’s fighter invulnerable? She couldn’t even take it down with missiles!

Actually, if she just calmed down and thought carefully, she would quickly discover the intricacies behind it all. However, at this moment, Marina Ivanovna had lost a bit of her rationality and couldn’t grasp the connections involved.

Marina Ivanovna tightened her grip on the control stick, redirecting the MiG fighter toward the Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet, and suddenly pressed the cannon fire button. Flames surged from the aircraft as it trembled slightly.

The long, deadly firewhip lashed out toward the enemy fighter jet, which had not yet fully regained its maneuvering speed. The brief opportunity of just one or two seconds allowed the Ukrainian female pilot to strike fiercely.

But, like a butterfly weaving through flowers, the enemy aircraft elegantly danced through the hail of bullets, evading every shot.

"Not enough, not enough, far from enough!"

Lin Mo skillfully piloted the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet in the cockpit, shaking his head. The trajectory of the enemy’s attacks was even tracked by "Dragon General." Unless their fire rate could match that of the Vulcan cannon at over 3,000 rounds per minute, they posed no threat to him at all.

All the spectators standing in front of the television gasped in disbelief; this was not luck, but skill.

Top-tier air combat technique walked the line between life and death, and only truly skilled and daring Air Knights would dare to perform such maneuvers.

Only the Light Mirror Technique allowed Air Knights to firmly grasp everything happening around them, searching for a way out in desperate situations.

The aerodynamic layout of the forward-swept wings allowed the Dragon Knight to navigate smoothly, and modern air combat techniques further gave Lin Mo an edge.

Suddenly, the flames vanished, and the MiG’s cannon stopped roaring, as if someone had choked it by the neck.

Marina Ivanovna froze for a moment, and when she pulled the trigger again, there was still no response. Checking the ammunition data, she realized that the 150-round ammunition chain had been completely exhausted. She couldn’t match Lin Mo’s specialized techniques with the cannon.

With only a powerless infrared decoy left, the MiG-35 was like a weak girl who could be toyed with at will, devoid of any offensive power.

"Out of ammo!"

Damn Vladimir! He made her last chance of retaliation feel so feeble. Marina Ivanovna’s face turned ashen as she completely abandoned any further tactical movements.

What more could she do but admit defeat? A MiG without ammunition was like a tiger without claws, completely stripped of any attack capability.

Having seized the opportunity, she had exhausted all her ammunition and hadn’t even managed to scratch the enemy’s skin. Their strength truly was unfathomable.

The MiG-35 appeared like a lamb awaiting slaughter, powerless to level itself, seemingly resigned to its fate as it awaited final judgment.

The proud silhouette of the MiG left an endless sense of desolation for the Air Knights in the sky. Behind it, a Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet had fully locked onto its six o’clock position, two green guiding laser beams steadily resting on the MiG’s body.

There was nowhere to escape, and no way to avoid it. Even the most skilled Air Knight couldn’t escape from such an angle and distance. Without needing combat missiles, just a few rounds of cannon ammunition could turn the MiG-35 into a fireball, causing it to plummet from the sky.

The communication system in the MiG-35 cockpit had been open on the public channel since takeoff, and the sounds from the enemy cockpit, including Marina Ivanovna’s self-talk, fell squarely into Lin Mo’s ears.

"I lost!"

This sentence was spoken not in Russian, but in English, and Lin Mo understood it.

"’Number 13,’ you won; go ahead and kill me!"

Marina Ivanovna said again, believing her words reached him. Concluding her life in the sky could be considered a grand ending.

She shed no more tears, as they had all dried up. Resigned, she lightly closed her eyes and awaited death.

But after a moment, she realized she was still breathing. Surprised, she whipped around, only to find the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet missing from behind her. Looking around closely, she realized that the fighter jet had flown off to the southwest without looking back.

"Hey, ‘Number 13,’ why didn’t you kill me? You won; fire at me! Are you insulting me?"

Marina Ivanovna found this unfamiliar anger bubbling up inside her. Rather than feeling grateful for escaping with her life, she felt boundless fury.

"Abyss Nirvana" was not child’s play. The organizers only recognized kill counts, but Lin Mo showed no desire for the critical kill count that would promote him to the intermediate tier, instead flying away without a backward glance.

"Not interested!"

Lin Mo glanced back at the approaching MiG-35 through the Light Mirror Technique, shrugging his shoulders.

It was not fun at all.

Yes, that was right.

Although the opponent was also a skilled Air Knight in energy combat techniques, it was apparent that they lacked sufficient ammunition. Without a sustained fire output, no amount of skill could help them.

Lin Mo knew nothing of the story behind his opponent; he simply felt disinterested because they suddenly ran out of ammunition, like being served a sumptuous meal only to realize there were no chopsticks left to eat with.

Was it another poor person?!

He thought it best to fight again next time, but only if they came prepared with sufficient ammunition.

Lin Mo lost interest in taking the life of an opponent with no means to fight back.

The Dragon Knight’s frustration was something this suicidal Ukrainian female pilot could never understand.

The X-1 was still fully stocked with ammunition. In comparison, the outcome of this battle was crystal clear.

"Not interested?! You bastard, hurry up, kill me, fire at me!"

For Marina Ivanovna, this indifferent attitude was a greater blow than any form of insult she could imagine.

Were they afraid to get their hands dirty even by killing her?

"Finish her off, ‘Number 13’!"

"Demon Hunter" shouted into the radio, his forehead throbbing with veins. They were just one point shy of the intermediate tier. Could this guy just give them some effort? The points he could accumulate would be useful; their team had come all the way to Syria for this event to gain benefits for their country.

The department where the "Demon Hunter" squad was assigned was never a place for cherishing the weak.

For these Chinese elite unit soldiers, that Ukrainian female pilot had nothing to do with China and had never contributed a dime in taxes. It was better to contribute directly to socialism.