At the Galaxy Base mecha factory, dozens of battered mechs were being repaired. Some had lost limbs, while others had their torsos pierced through.
Those were the less serious cases, still repairable. In the plaza in front of the factory, piles of mangled mech remains lay everywhere, severed heads and limbs scattered among them.
Meanwhile, one aircraft after another ferried in mechs damaged in battle from the skies above.
On the second floor, in the glass-walled hall, Gu Jing stood by the window, watching the machines busily dismantle the mechs, remove the bodies inside, and carry them away. His expression was grave. He held a glass of wine, lost in thought.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside, and Chang Fei walked in.
Unlike before, when he'd worn handsome, luxurious casual clothes, Chang Fei now wore a black, form-fitting mech suit. He looked incredibly excited. As soon as he entered the room, he tossed his gloves onto the table, cracked open a can of cold beer, and took a long swig.
"So good!"
Chang Fei shook the sweat from his head and exclaimed excitedly.
Gu Jing looked at him and smiled. "You just got back from the battlefield. Why not go home, wash up, and rest? What are you doing here?"
Chang Fei finished the beer and tossed the can into the trash. Then he opened another bottle and dropped onto the sofa, still buzzing with excitement. "You know what? Today I killed a Heavenly Human Realm martial artist. I did it on my own, with a real blade in my hands!"
Gu Jing didn't seem particularly interested. He smiled and said,
"Congratulations!"
Chang Fei was thrilled. He mimed a killing blow. "Just like this—with one slash, I split him in half! What Tianli Sect? What cultivators? They're nothing special. They still