Free Web NovelChapter 242: Chapter 205: Your Delivery, Please Sign for It
While meditating behind the clouds to recover his Spiritual Power, Han Feng suddenly felt his scalp prickle.
The piercing sensation, like thorns on his back, made the hairs all over his body stand on end.
At the edge of his vision, a slender, pitch-black cylinder was rapidly growing larger, its ghostly purple exhaust flames carving a heart-stopping trajectory across the dim sky.
There wasn’t the deafening roar he had imagined. While cruising at supersonic speeds, the thing was as silent as a Ghost.
Only as it closed in did the delayed sonic boom of it tearing through the air finally arrive.
His All Things Identification ability flashed frantically with red light as lines of fatal data cascaded down.
Target: Star Sea "Judge II"-model Spiritual Energy Combat Missile.
Energy Level: Tier Three Peak (explosive core power approaches Tier Four).
Extreme Speed: Current Mach 0.5 (accelerating, peak speed of up to Mach 7).
Armor: "Black Gold Z" modified composite nose cone, immune to all physical and Energy attacks below Tier Three.
Kill Radius: Effective: 50 meters; Absolute: 30 meters (includes spatial Vibration properties).
Guidance System: Spiritual Power/Heat-Seeking Dual Lock (Anti-Jamming: Extremely High).
’Judge? What an auspicious name.’
The corner of Han Feng’s mouth twitched, and his heart pounded wildly.
Mach 7!
That was a speed he simply couldn’t outrun right now.
The Fusion Beast beneath his feet had astonishing burst speed thanks to the Sword Control Technique’s enhancement.
But that was for short sprints. Trying to outlast a war machine built for slaughter was a death wish.
’If I can’t outrun it, I’ll shoot it down!’
A sharp glint flashed in Han Feng’s eyes. He stomped down, frantically pouring silver Sword Essence into his mount.
"ROAR!"
The Fusion Beast shrieked in pain and opened its massive maw. A silvery, hyper-condensed Wind Blade shot out, precisely intercepting the missile’s path.
"CLANG!"
Sparks flew everywhere.
The Wind Blade, powerful enough to slice through an ordinary tank, struck the missile’s black body.
It only left a shallow white mark, barely even scratching the paint.
The missile only vibrated slightly before its tail fins adjusted. Like a nimble viper, it instantly corrected its trajectory and remained locked onto Han Feng, refusing to let go.
’This shell is even tougher than that turret from before!’
Han Feng’s expression turned grim.
Once the missile entered its 30-meter range...
A spatial Vibration explosion of that magnitude would blast even a man of iron into mincemeat, let alone him.
’Run?’
’Where could I run?’
Below were more than a dozen high-energy laser towers, watching like hungry tigers. If he dropped below two hundred meters, he’d be instantly riddled with holes.
’Fly higher?’
The missile’s top speed was Mach 7, and it only needed a few seconds to accelerate. Before he could even dive deep into the clouds, it would detonate right on his tail.
’Find cover?’
This whole area was empty sky. It was hard to find even a single cloud thick enough to offer cover.
’This time I’m a real sitting duck.’
Han Feng’s mind raced, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his temples.
The distance was closing at a terrifying rate.
Two thousand meters... Fifteen hundred meters...
The oppressive feeling of death grew stronger. Han Feng could even smell a faint scorched scent in the air.
「In the underground base’s main control room.」
Sun Changhe stared intently at the screen, his expression twisted and ecstatic, like a desperate gambler who had lost everything.
"Run! Why don’t you keep running!"
"This ’Judge’ was designed to deal with Tier Four Flying Demon Beasts that also specialize in speed. Its manufacturing cost alone was three million Spirit Coins!"
"You should feel honored to die by its hand!"
Beside him, Mo Sen was pale, but his eyes held a sick sense of anticipation.
He was waiting.
Waiting for that damned "anomaly" to be blown to smithereens. Then he could go retrieve the remains and study that bizarre power capable of forcibly controlling Biological Chips.
On the screen, a red countdown was ticking.
seconds until impact.
seconds.
Just then, the red dot on the screen suddenly made a move that no one expected.
Han Feng had stopped running.
The silvery monster in mid-air came to a screeching halt, then actually turned around. It faced the whistling missile head-on and charged at full speed!
"Is he insane?!"
Mo Sen shrieked, "What is he trying to do? Ram the missile with his own body?"
Sun Changhe froze for a second, then burst out laughing. "Hahahaha! Does he know he can’t escape and wants to commit suicide? Fine by me! Detonate it now!"
His finger slammed down on the red detonation button.
Back in the air, Han Feng watched the black specter of death rapidly expanding in his pupils. His eyes were wide to their absolute limit, a golden light swirling in their depths.
He was making a bet.
A bet on a possibility that even he wasn’t sure of.
’Range of Divine Sense... one hundred meters!’
The missile was too fast, so fast that even locking onto it with his Divine Sense required an incredible amount of prediction.
Five hundred meters.
Three hundred meters.
One hundred and fifty meters.
A terrifying heat wave was already washing over him. The nose cone at the missile’s tip had turned Crimson from air friction.
’Now!’
The moment the missile breached the hundred-meter threshold of his Divine Sense, Han Feng didn’t attack or struggle futilely as Sun Changhe had predicted.
His Divine Sense instantly enveloped the high-speed missile.
In his mind, the System Space that he had always treated as a "mobile warehouse" suddenly lit up.
’System! Store it!’
"VMMMM—!"
The one-cubic-meter System Space, originally a perfect cube, instantly distorted under the frantic push of Han Feng’s will.
It was like a ball of stretched modeling clay. Its original length, width, and height were forcibly altered, instantly elongating it into a rectangular tube long enough to contain the missile.
