Chapter 713: Gauss Electromagnetic Railgun Locked On!

Danger! Danger!

The cockpit seal is damaged!

At an altitude above three thousand meters, the low pressure and low temperature will cause the pilot to have difficulty breathing and suffer from hypothermia, quickly turning him into a frozen chicken.

The main display screen in front of the pilot shows a sharp drop in cabin pressure and temperature. The fighter jet’s onboard computer system, to ensure the pilot’s life, begins to operate the automatic pressurization system at full power to compensate for the cabin pressure.

The engine system automatically separates some air, passing it through the first stage of the turbofan for pressurization, without going through the combustion chamber. The air then enters the cockpit through a pipe in the outer bypass channel, regulated by the electronic control system to adjust the pressure.

But this is just a drop in the bucket.

The cockpit of the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet has a gash at the top like it was sliced open by a knife, torn apart by a sharp-angle breach, seemingly caused by cannon fire during the recent exchange.

Thirty centimeters down, it appears that it is not just the X-1’s cockpit that was compromised, but that the Dragon Knight could be turned into a headless horseman in an instant.

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This caused an uproar on the ground. The explosive battle between the two fighter jets, disregarding life and death, raised everyone’s fears, leaving many spectators with weak knees. Even pilots in the audience felt a chill.

The distant reconnaissance aircraft once again captured this scene with precision, and the mission center hall erupted in excitement.

“Oh my God! Are they going for mutual destruction?!”

“This is terrifying.”

“How incredible, was that a Cobra? And a Herbst maneuver? Do they both have such air combat skills? Are they insane?”

“I bet ‘Number 13’ must be a special tier pilot!”

“It seems this team battle is going to have a shocking upset.”

“Warriors, true warriors!”

“I love you, ‘Number 13’!”

The gamblers who had originally believed the outcome was set rushed back into the mission center hall, fuming and staring in disbelief at the replaying screens.

The back-and-forth shifts in the battle made everyone’s hearts feel like they were juggling fifteen buckets of water—filled with anxiety. The sounds of things falling and dropping echoed throughout the hall.

In such a critical head-on collision, one wrong move could lead to a brutal mutual destruction. Not everyone could maintain this life-and-death disregard and fire with full force without yielding.

Whether it was the special tier pilot “Zorro” from Switzerland or the intermediate pilot “Number 13” from China, their risky duel left spectators on the edge of their seats.

The competition’s rank held no meaning at this moment; the combat power demonstrated by “Number 13” was unexpectedly fierce, showing no signs of backing down against the special tier pilot. Observers watched as if two evenly matched opponents fought desperately, completely defying their expectations of a one-sided bout.

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“Warning! Life support system can no longer sustain; ejection is advised!”

It appeared the onboard computer system could do nothing about the damaged cockpit. After a series of predetermined efforts, it decisively issued an abandonment warning.

“Warning…”

The voice alert from the X-1’s cockpit computer system was suddenly cut off.

Lin Mo directly switched off the annoying life support system, and the hissing sound in the cockpit subsided. A new set of data automatically popped up on the display screen of the Dragon General tactical helmet.

Several parts of his tactical armor emitted the sound of locking mechanisms engaging, creating a barrier between the inside and outside of the armor.

The Dragon General dual-purpose digital armor, capable of functioning in vacuum and underwater for short periods, completely disregarded such harsh conditions. This luxurious equipment was something very few could possess in the competition.

The damage to the cockpit did not trouble Lin Mo much; he needed to quickly regain control of the disordered X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet.

Like a knight’s final charge in ancient times, during the split-second clash when the two fighter jets passed each other belly to belly at high speed, the slightly tilted right forward-swept wing tip sliced through the enemy’s wing as smoothly as a knife cutting through butter.

The Dragon Knight’s bold maneuver severely damaged the X-1’s right wing, causing the wing tip to deform slightly and showing significant cracks. This purely physical attack method destroyed the original dynamic balance stability of the forward-swept wing aircraft, nearly sending it into a dangerous uncontrollable spin.

Both fighter jets suffered severe damage, but compared to the others, Lin Mo was not in the worst position. Familiar with the X-1 Forward-Swept Wing Fighter Jet, he quickly regained control.

After the intense vibration from the recent encounter with the forward-swept wing fighter jet, “Zorro” cursed under his breath, realizing that his opponent’s determination and aggression were beyond his imagination.

He paid a heavy price for his carelessness—the turbulence soon turned the cockpit into a washing machine on full spin.

With a quick glance at the damaged left wing, “Zorro” turned pale. He had completely lost his opportunity; the blue sky and the ground were wildly spinning around him.

One-fifth of the left wing had been severed, completely ruining the fighter jet’s aerodynamic layout, and the cockpit echoed with the terrifying sounds of G-forces pressing against internal components.

In battles between skilled opponents, a single move can determine life and death. Just like now, having failed to predict his opponent’s attack, “Zorro” realized after one round of engagement that he could no longer turn the tide.

The fighter jet could no longer return to the Aleppo air force base. For “Zorro,” safely ejecting was not easy; he had to maintain a certain level of stability in the fighter jet to eject. Otherwise, as he was thrown out, he could be sliced by the vertical tail and wings.

If luck turned worse, he might crash straight into the sandy ground, barely having time to deploy the parachute.

According to air knight combat rules, as long as there was altitude, the fight was not over.

The organizers of “Abyss Nirvana” would not declare the end of the sky battle until no more than three fighter jets remained in the air.

Because accidents could happen at any moment.

“Yuri, hold on! I’m coming! Turn J-shaped to the two o’clock direction, quickly!”

However, Lin Mo did not look back to help “Zorro.” Instead, he rushed toward the battle group of “Eagle King” and Yuri.

In the Light Mirror Technique, Yuri’s situation had become precarious. Lin Mo’s warning was like a timely downpour, as if he had grabbed the last lifeline. Instinctively, Yuri followed Lin Mo’s advice, and the fighter jet swiftly turned in mid-air, narrowly dodging several fierce cannon rounds.

Despite the intense G-forces, Yuri was pleasantly surprised to discover that he was still alive.

“This is impossible!” “This is not scientific!”

Spectators on the ground gasped at hearing Lin Mo’s guidance during the battle; it seemed to actually work. Many started to change their opinions.

“Zorro” was like a fish on a chopping board, unable to escape. However, Lin Mo would not allow his comrade “Monkey” to face a second tragedy. He regarded Yuri as his ally and would not easily abandon him.

Just like before when he foolishly got swallowed by the Absolute Spatial Prison Forbidden Spell to save his comrade Dragon Knight Akka, if time could go back, Lin Mo’s choice would still be the same.

Sometimes, the world needs those stubborn fools.

The structural strength of the damaged X-1 wing could last at most half an hour; otherwise, it would risk disintegration. This time was enough for Lin Mo.

“Oh my God, it really works! ‘Number 13,’ you’re still alive. God bless! Amen! Amen!”

The extraordinarily performing Yuri, drenched in sweat, struggled on his pressure suit, as the fighter jet, resembling an F-22, took multiple cannon hits, smoke billowing from the bullet holes. The X-31 toyed with him like a cat with a mouse, pushing him to the edge of life and death.

Just as the opponent seemed to have lost patience and was about to strike him down, Lin Mo’s instructions whispered into Yuri’s ear, allowing him to narrowly escape once again.

“‘Number 13,’ I admit you have the ability to shoot down ‘Dark Hawk.’ Let’s settle this!”

Seeing Lin Mo quickly returning for an attack, “Eagle King” felt a rush of alarm and issued a challenge to the Dragon Knight.

Unintentionally, he witnessed the perilous duel between Lin Mo and “Zorro,” not expecting “Zorro” to unexpectedly falter at the very last moment, spiraling away into the distance, completely losing combat capability.

Several fragments, whose origins were unknown, flew through the air as the two fighters passed by like acrobats. “Eagle King” felt a chill. This would be a fierce final showdown between him and “Number 13.”

From an aerodynamic design standpoint, the strength and rigidity of the backward-swept wings held a natural advantage. It was puzzling where “Number 13” got his confidence to dare to collide wings and emerge victorious against the special tier pilot “Zorro.”

“Eagle King’s” voice echoed unabashedly across the public channel, and Lin Mo chuckled; it suited his intentions perfectly.

“‘Eagle King,’ then let’s go! ‘Yuri,’ big loop, then roll! Don’t stop!”

As promised earlier, Lin Mo took over the remote guidance for Yuri, denying “Eagle King” any chances, as he, the observer, naturally had the upper hand.

“No problem! I entrust my life to you!”

Trusting Lin Mo without reservation, Yuri summoned the last of his strength, recharging himself with excitement. As long as he could hold out until Lin Mo arrived, he would be safe, even if it meant risking everything in the next second.

Despite the damaged forward-swept wings and facing the danger of structural divergence, Lin Mo still pushed the X-1 to its maximum speed.

The Gauss electromagnetic railgun locked on to “Eagle King”!