Chapter 663

Chapter 663: I WILL

"Kill her, kill her! Number 13, you bastard, come back quickly! Take down that damn bitch!"

The short, chubby Vladimir’s eyes turned red with anger. They were so close—if the boss could make a big profit, they little helpers could get a taste too.

But at the most crucial moment, "Number 13" actually stopped shooting and withdrew?! It couldn’t be this disappointing.

He wished he could take over "Number 13"’s fighter jet, turn it toward their own MiG-35, and fire at full power.

"Finish her!" "Finish her!" "Finish her!"

Several wealthy spectators, who reveled in profit and slaughter, shouted in unison, hoping that the pilot who delivered an exciting duel would change their mind and swiftly take down their opponent.

According to ancient Roman gladiatorial rules, beheading a defeated opponent was also a sign of respect for them.

Perhaps many did not anticipate this situation—how could such an ignorant monster appear?

"You, what are you thinking, bastard?"

Marina Ivanovna had no gratitude and yelled in the communication channel.

"You are too weak; killing you feels too unfulfilling. Sorry, I’m not interested in unarmed opponents, especially not women!"

Lin Mo’s calm voice rang through the radio channel, as if for him, it was not about cherishing the weak but merely an insignificant matter not worth mentioning.

Changing the ammunition chain on the X-1’s cannon was far more complex than taking down an opponent who could not fight back.

Was she really so annoying? As Marina Ivanovna thought of her family and the enormous debt, she believed dying in the duel at "Abyss Nirvana" was better; at least her family would receive a large sum of money to relieve their financial troubles.

"’Number 13′! This is the control tower. Due to your combat attitude, the organizers will impose a punitive measure. This is a temporary rule for this battle: you must kill ‘Joan of Arc’ to earn points. Hitting or downing her or even forcing her to eject won’t count for points. Otherwise…"

The Dragon Knight’s wantonness had stirred public anger, with even the Chinese military feeling overwhelmed.

"Otherwise what?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, as the Dragon Knight hated threats more than anything.

If they angered him, he’d silently pilot the "monstrous" to break through the air defense network of China and its neighbors, annihilating the enemy directly.

No matter how powerful the opposition was, they wouldn’t be able to withstand the Dragon Knight’s rampage across the world.

While everyone thought Lin Mo was showing mercy, he had killing thoughts spinning in his mind.

The other party clearly felt intimidated by the chilling killing intent in Lin Mo’s voice; this guy didn’t have a conscience at all! What was going on? The person responsible for communication still had to grit their teeth and relay the organizers’ decision: "Otherwise, in the next round, you must face two novice tier level seven pilots at the same time, or you cannot advance to intermediate."

Many beginners who came to take a chance or underestimated "Abyss Nirvana" typically halted at novice tier level eight. Not everyone could take down three opponents.

Novice tier level seven usually indicated a near ace-level skill.

Engaging in a two-on-one battle against the same tier was a significant disadvantage for many pilots. Team-up tactics were far more complex than just adding one plus one equals two. But Lin Mo didn’t care at all—one or two opponents, it was all the same to him.

"Two? Then let’s do two!"

"Great! If you can take down two opponents in the next round, your points won’t decrease. If this round ends in a tie, all bets will incur a fee and be refunded to the bettors."

Using a tie as an excuse to siphon off all bets, even the organizers of "Abyss Nirvana" wouldn’t dare think like this, much less set such a rule.

With over ten billion in betting funds, not even the American government would dare to take it.

Thus, from the beginning, the air combat rules dictated that only kill counts mattered. Wounding an opponent didn’t yield points, and a tie also earned nothing, only deducting fees for refunds.

"You, you all?!"

Marina Ivanovna was ignored once again.

The MiG-35 relentlessly pursued the X-1, seeming to be unyielding.

The aerodynamic layout of the MiG’s three wings was still far inferior to the forward-swept wings of the X-1, and with the Flowing Wave Heavenly Transformation Magic Circle in play, the tactics of collision were rendered useless.

As long as Lin Mo wanted to, using the Gold Coin in conjunction with the X-1 to turn the MiG-35 into a stick was not impossible.

However, doing so would certainly be too outrageous, and Lin Mo didn’t want the "monstrous" left at the National Defense Star to be dissected for study by those old men.

"Ah-oh?"

Yuri watched as the neighboring forward-swept wing fighter jet flew back, followed by a drag. What was going on?!

He couldn’t help but widen his eyes and look up at the sky. A drag? Was he going after that girl to bring her back as a lover?

Wow, the Anti-Government Forces were really losing big now.

No matter how little value the MiG-35 had, it was still worth tens of millions.

That betrayal during the "Abyss Nirvana" tournament was truly a marvelous tale for the ages.

"Intermediate tier, intermediate tier, you bastard. You think you’re invincible by taking on two alone?"

Yasha gritted his teeth in anger. These pilots were completely disorganized and undisciplined; they were used to a life of comfort and didn’t understand the value of daily necessities.

The rules for the intermediate tier did allow for team battles, but only if both sides were evenly matched and with an equal number of participants, not facing a disadvantage by taking on more opponents.

At that moment, Yasha was extremely disappointed in Lin Mo. This wasn’t bravery; it was simply foolishness.

"…" White Wolf, accustomed to Lin Mo’s usual cowardly performance, found it hard to comment, wondering how this butcher had such good luck with women.

Suddenly, the spacious area in front of the hangar erupted with action, accompanied by a tremendous roar.

The MiG-35, which had not been given permission to land, did not aim for the runway but charged directly onto the large cement area in front of the hangar, deploying its drag chute, scaring many ground personnel into a panicked rush.

Two rows of hangars lined the almost one-kilometer-long and one-hundred-meter-wide cement surface, which, while not a formal landing runway, could barely accommodate a fighter jet’s landing.

The MiG-35 finally stopped just at the edge of the cement area.

The forward-swept wing fighter jet, X-1, had already turned back to its own hangar and opened the cockpit.

"Alright, alright, Number 13, is this how you do it?"

Yasha shouted, nearly losing his temper, wishing to drag Lin Mo off the fighter jet and give him a good beating.

Fortunately, he remembered his duty; otherwise, a slaughter could have truly happened.

"What’s the matter?"

Lin Mo removed his Dragon General tactical helmet, feeling unconcerned.

"What’s the matter? Are you blind or deaf? Can’t you see?" Yasha pointed at the MiG-35, which had just slid over with its nose turned, wondering what was going on with bringing the opponent right into their base.

"Her?" Lin Mo turned to glance at the MiG-35 and then casually replied, "A hollow victory! Humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, compassion, honesty, spirit, justice!"

This was a simple truth.

As a Dragon Knight, Lin Mo adhered to a knightly declaration that, although differing in context, held consistent meaning across two worlds:

I will be kind to the weak.

I will be brave against the strong.

I will fight all who do wrong.

I will fight for those who cannot fight.

I will help those who call me for help.

I will harm no woman.

I will help my brother knight.

I will be true to my friends.

I will be faithful in love.

The proud Air Knight would disdain to strike down an opponent without the strength to fight back.

Otherwise, massacring civilians would become a war achievement, tarnishing the honor of the Air Knights.

"To hell with your knightly spirit! You madman."

Yasha certainly couldn’t understand such baseless Air Knight ethics; on the battlefield, there was no morality—either you die, or I live. Where did this nonsense knightly code come from? Was he just too bored?

"Stop! You, step back!"

Yasha suddenly shouted, reaching for his gun.

"Number 13, stop!"

As Lin Mo was about to speak, he suddenly heard a woman’s voice behind him. He realized Yasha had drawn his pistol and aimed it at him—not him, but behind him.

"Joan of Arc?" Lin Mo turned around to see a female pilot throwing off her aviation helmet, brandishing a standard-issue self-defense pistol at him.

"Why don’t you kill me?" Marina Ivanovna’s almond-shaped eyes widened, bloodshot as if she were a wounded beast.

"Kill you?" Lin Mo still shook his head nonchalantly and waved his hand. "Taking down an unarmed opponent is an insult to the Air Knight." Ignoring her threat, the Dragon General could withstand any fire from firearms below 12.7 millimeters; a 9-millimeter pistol hardly qualified even to make him flinch.