บท 481: 452 Dog Shit Luck_2

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Fuck!

Jian Weiliang was completely stunned; he only saw a flash of light before he was forced out of the assessment. What on earth happened?

The opponent was clearly more than twenty meters away from him; could he have used a machine gun?

But the first stage of the assessment only allowed Sea Swallow mechas to be equipped with broadswords!

Jian Weiliang immediately opened the replay.

Then.

He saw that at the moment he leaped, the opponent took a light step back and had already flung their broadsword, which like a meteor, went straight into his cockpit!

For a moment.

Jian Weiliang's face was ashen, his expression as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

In the audience, Feng Chen was dumbstruck, watching Feiying get killed by a single sword thrust. He was surprised by Duge's reaction speed but still shook his head. This was an unconventional approach—when does one throw their weapon in combat?