Faced with the unexpected appearance of the Red Dragon at full combat strength, Madman recovered from his brief shock without a trace of panic on his face. Instead, a hint of excitement crept into his expression.
"So the news about damage to the Red Dragon's mecha core was fake? Flint thought he had everything planned out. I never imagined you'd lead even him around by the nose."
Madman could practically picture the look on Flint's face when he saw the Red Dragon appear on the battlefield.
"Well... haha!" Red Dragon could only give an awkward chuckle at the misunderstanding.
"All the better, Red Dragon. Since your mecha's repaired, killing you won't be an unfair victory!" Fighting spirit flared in Madman's eyes once more.
"Madman, that fight just now must have drained quite a bit of your energy, right? Are you sure you want another showdown on my home turf? If you run now, you might still make it."
The situation was completely different from their last encounter.
Last time, their fleets had been locked in battle, with commanders fighting commanders and soldiers fighting soldiers.
This time, the Madman had already expended considerable energy during its assault, and even its crystallized shield had dimmed somewhat.
On Red Dragon's side, however, not only was the Red Dragon in peak condition, but he also had three hundred warships and a vast number of mecha fighters backing him up...
Although the Madman had swept through the intercepting mecha like a knife through vegetables, the damage it had inflicted on the fleet as a whole was negligible.
The claim that a Legendary Mecha could fight an entire fleet single-handedly was, ultimately, an exaggeration.
"Your home turf? Not for much longer!" Madman smiled and pointed behind him.
In that direction, the Black Sail and Madmen fleets