In the blink of an eye, everything had become unrecognizable.
A breeze swept through, and all the subordinates fell in rows as though they were blades of grass. They did not even make a sound.
The armored ratman stared wide-eyed and shrieked as though its parents had died. "My assets, my assets! Those were all tools I painstakingly saved up for! Aaaaaah!!!!"
The eight-armed iron fist wielded drills, swords, blades, and cannons, raining them down upon Huai Shi without pause as its machine guns spat fire.
The ratmen's hysterical howls accompanied the barrage.
"Die!!!"
"Don't be in such a hurry. They're just worldly possessions. You can't bring them with you in life or take them with you in death, so why worry so much? Besides, your time is coming too..."
Amid the raging storm, Huai Shi nimbly dodged left and right, counting down on his fingers:
"Five, four, three, two, one..."
The instant his five fingers clenched into a fist.
Silence descended without warning.
Inside the steam armor's cockpit, the ratman widened its eyes in confusion and looked at Huai Shi.
Huai Shi was looking at it too.
The two stared at one another.
Yet nothing happened.
Only the rotating autocannon aimed at Huai Shi's blank face and spat fire again.
"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!" The ratman howled madly, its eyes bloodshot. "I'll make sure you die without a burial site!"
"Wait, why haven't you fallen yet?" Huai Shi dodged the autocannon fire miserably, unable to understand.
"Fall? Why would I fall?"
The ratman grinned viciously. The enormous steam armor shuddered, releasing even more steam, spewing thicker black smoke from behind its rear, while savage vibrations burst from beneath its feet.
"Give it up!" it shrieked proudly. "Your market tactics without even the slightest synergy can never breach