I Think I Was Wrong!

At the Galaxy Base mech factory, dozens of damaged mechs were undergoing repairs. Some had lost limbs, while others had their torsos pierced through.

Those were the less serious ones that could still be repaired. On the square before the factory lay heaps of mech wreckage, severed heads and limbs scattered everywhere.

Meanwhile, spacecraft after spacecraft flew overhead, transporting damaged mechs from the battlefield.

In the glass hall on the second floor, Gu Jing stood before the window, watching the machines busily dismantle the mechs and carry the bodies inside away. His expression was somewhat solemn. Holding a glass of wine, he seemed lost in thought.

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside, and Chang Fei entered.

Unlike his usual elegant, luxurious casual clothes, Chang Fei wore a black skintight mech suit. He looked extremely excited. Upon entering, he tossed his gloves onto the table, opened a can of ice-cold beer, and chugged a huge mouthful.

"Awesome!"

Chang Fei flung the sweat from his head and said excitedly.

Gu Jing looked at him and smiled. "You just got off the battlefield. Why didn't you go wash up and rest instead of coming here?"

Chang Fei drained the beer and tossed the can into the trash. Opening another bottle, he finally dropped onto the sofa and said excitedly, "Do you know? Today, I killed a Heavenly Human Realm martial artist. I killed him all by myself, in a real blade-to-blade fight!"

Gu Jing did not seem particularly interested. He smiled and said,

"Then congratulations."

Chang Fei was highly excited, making a chopping motion. "Just like this—one slash, and I split him in half. What Tianli Sect? What immortal cultivators? I'd say they're nothing special. They still can't compare to our technology. Once the mech army moves out, we'll sweep across all four