Facing the Enemy, Part 2

At this moment, the body-frame recruits were already slower than the fodder beasts. On top of that, they handled their frames clumsily and sluggishly; one glance showed that their psionic power was insufficient, preventing the body frames from unleashing their full performance.

Every punch and kick they threw was limp and feeble. They could not hit the fodder beasts, which flashed about like red shadows.

With nothing more than claws and fangs, the two fodder beasts easily sent over a dozen body frames flying and crashing to the ground.

In a single exchange, in just five or six seconds, several body frames were torn apart. Their pilots screamed miserably as they fell painfully to the ground, blood mingling with body-frame fragments and scattering everywhere.

Liva-class body frames were inherently slower than fodder beasts in terms of performance; they only held an advantage in defense and strength.

Yet these recruits could not bring those advantages into play at all. In the blink of an eye, they were divided and defeated.

Wei He glanced around but did not spot Holv. Clearly, that instructor had no intention of stepping in to save them.

Seeing this, the other body frames roared and charged forward, surrounding and attacking the fodder beasts.

Relying on sheer numbers, the injured body-frame pilots rapidly withdrew under cover, received rudimentary treatment, and waited for their body frames to heal themselves.

Fresh recruits charged in, and only then did the situation barely reach a stalemate rather than collapsing completely.

Whoosh!

Another red shadow appeared in the distance, rapidly drawing near.

More than a hundred body frames were facing merely two fodder beasts, yet the whole scene was already chaos, everyone scrambling in a fluster.

And now more were coming.

"Wei He, are you still not making a move?" Lolsa's voice came