The densely packed fleet surrounding them looked like a mass of black longswords. In appearance, they were seventy percent similar to Luo Xia's Black Blade Fighter.
But these fighters looked more like knockoffs. They flew somewhat awkwardly and strangely, nowhere near as nimble as the Black Blade Fighter. Their armor was also far less sturdy, making blade tactics completely impossible; the moment they rammed something, they would fall apart first.
These were imitation models produced after the Tivan Group had suffered a crushing defeat against the Black Blade Fighter last time.
Tivan and the Grandmaster's counterattack had come faster than expected. Luo Xia had also underestimated the connections these two possessed throughout the universe. They had actually managed to locate Star-Lord so quickly.
If Luo Fei had not happened to be summoned by Star-Lord, Star-Lord would really have been finished this time. Before the divine bloodline in his body awakened, Star-Lord was just an ordinary person—perhaps a little tougher than most, which was why he had dared to flirt with Gamora.
But now, with hundreds of spacecraft targeting him, it would not matter how tough Star-Lord was. One volley would turn him to ash.
Of course, Tivan and the Grandmaster would not handle things so crudely. Since they needed to shift the blame onto Wildfire Mars, capturing them alive would be best. If that was impossible, they would have these imitation Black Blade Fighters kill Star-Lord, then use the network of connections Tivan and the Grandmaster had cultivated to pin the murder on Luo Xia.
It was such a simple, straightforward plan, but those were often especially effective—particularly when Tivan and the Grandmaster were far better connected than Luo Xia, enough to leave him unable to defend himself.
Luo Fei's electronic eye had spotted something wrong before those spacecraft even