Siegel and Patrick looked at each other, both shaken by Xiao Ran's words. The casual decisiveness in his tone was beyond their comprehension, as though he alone could deal with the entire Earth Force—and in the unbelievably short span of just three days.
"Are you telling the truth?" Patrick shot to his feet. Xiao Ran merely nodded and replied with certainty, "In my world, both mecha and pilots have corresponding classifications, ranging from D-class to S-class. A B-class Pilot can already alter the course of a battle or even a war. An A-Class Pilot possesses the terrifying military strength to suppress an entire planet by themselves. S-class is somewhat special, and I don't quite know how to describe it, but every S-class Pilot has the strength to contend with several A-Class Pilots at once. Even destroying a planet outright would not be difficult for them."
"And I am an A-Class Pilot on the verge of breaking through to S-class. My mecha are not limited to those two robots you have seen. Strictly speaking, those are not even my mecha; they can only be considered combat support. Compared to the mecha I pilot, they are hardly worth mentioning."
"To put it most directly, I could wipe out everyone in ZAFT, along with all your satellites, within an hour."
Patrick opened his mouth, cold sweat somehow already beading on his forehead. The man before him looked ordinary aside from his mask and those glowing eyes, yet he was calmly claiming that he could slaughter all of PLANT within an hour.
"You don't believe me?" Xiao Ran raised a brow and smiled faintly. "Words alone prove nothing. I would not believe something like this so easily either. To you, it truly sounds too unbelievable, but the gap in technological levels far exceeds your