The crushing superiority in attributes was an objective reality.
There were quite a few powerful troops these goldskins could produce by throwing resources at them, but very few had reached the level-90 cap. Those Metal Executors generally hovered around level 80. As for biological energy, not to mention breaking a hundred million, there were very few who had even surpassed fifty million.
And the higher the biological energy, the more overwhelming the battle became. It was not just a difference of double—even an extra ten million meant a crushing victory.
Within moments of Highguy emerging, at least four Metal Executors appeared around him. All the enemy bosses among the nearly ten space units nearby abandoned their opponents and charged at him frantically. With the thought that capturing him alive would be best, but killing him would still be a great achievement, they looked at Highguy as though he were a priceless treasure.
"Heh, you're really looking down on me."
Highguy's shoulder swayed, and he dodged a goldskin assault clad in a fully mechanical exoskeleton. It was clear that this exoskeleton had completely abandoned its flight module and become something resembling armor.
Then, with lightning-fast reflexes, he grabbed the other party by the shoulder. Countless streams of flesh-and-blood fluid instantly poured from his palm, filling the gaps in the "armor." His other hand swept outward, and a lightsaber appeared in it.
Advanced Energy Sword Mastery (Tier Three): Using training techniques derived from the "Superpowered Samurai," this skill extracts the body's energy and transforms it into a close-combat energy weapon. Base attack: 150,000. For every 100,000 energy consumed, attack increases by 10,000.
Highguy forcibly rammed the tip of the lightsaber into the other party's eye socket, slowly driving it in. It was like two iron anvils chiseling against each other.