Being locked onto meant that Leiting No.9's mecha had already been fixed as a target for Lingtian No.7's long-range weapon. If he could not break free of the opponent's target-lock before the other fired, Leiting No.9's mecha was sure to be hit. And with the 17% power he had left, even if Leiting No.9 activated his mecha's beam shield, it would not be enough to withstand one long-range attack from a mecha of the same level.
Right then, Leiting No.9 realised that he had been set up by the opponent from the start. Even his desperate retreat had been calculated — it was not that the opponent could not chase after him; the opponent had long decided how he would deal with him next.
"Boom!" Lingtian No.7 calmly pulled the trigger. The beam gun in his hand released a powerful beam of energy in Leiting No.9's direction.
Leiting No.9's eyes bulged, perhaps out of anger, and there was actually a trace of redness in them. He yelled, "Dodge, d*mmit!"
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