After half a shichen of busy work, Master Wang looked at the three-to-five-meter new-model mechs walking around the cloud platform and immediately revealed a satisfied smile.
Mechs, after all, existed for the sake of looking cool.
Because they did not conform to aerodynamic principles, flying sideways created enormous air resistance; maintaining a humanoid shape had also forced them to sacrifice space for ammunition and energy storage.
It could be said that aside from performing rather well on specific battlefields—such as when Old Commander Fu Jian had piloted a giant mech against a Pillar-Class Blade Beast—their cost-effectiveness and energy efficiency on the vast battlefields of space were utterly crushed by cylindrical combat vehicles.
For these outstanding Third Generation Disciples of the Sword God Palace, all of whom were at least Eighth-Rank Heavenly Immortals, mechs were far more stylish than practical.
Even the latest Spirit Use mechs developed under Peony's supervision could only noticeably enhance the mental power and strength of Spiritual Practitioners like Amina.
Such enhancement was neither here nor there for these sword cultivators.
Yet the fact that mechs could carry nuclear bombs, along with their dazzling sci-fi appearance, still stirred tremendous enthusiasm among the sword cultivators, especially the male cultivators.
After completing the tutorial, they piloted the mechs around and flew about wildly.
Some sword cultivators with exceptional insight, such as Feng Zheng, had already begun wielding Greatswords with their mechs and attempting several sword techniques.
With a layer of machinery separating them, however, it was ultimately difficult to achieve the state of unity between man and sword.
Wang Jixuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At last, he had temporarily distracted these gossip-loving sword cultivators.
Mm, I still need to find an opportunity to formally turn down Senior Sister Bai Ning.
*Wang Jixuan, Wang Jixuan, the worms within