"Do you think this is a provocation?" Ye Meng chuckled. "Then that only proves one thing..."
Jack arrogantly raised his head and looked down his nose at Ye Meng. "What thing?"
"You're right. This is a provocation!" Ye Meng grinned broadly, revealing his snow-white teeth.
The aircraft responsible for recording the battlefield dutifully captured the conflict here. As the footage spread, countless viewers waiting on the virtual network immediately erupted!
"The show's starting, the show's starting! Damn it, Hachi, stop working and get online! This deathmatch has arrived early..."
"Holy shit, the Zerg are awesome! I was just wondering why they weren't killing the Newman in the city below and had split into three groups. Turns out the other two groups went off to cause trouble!"
"Awesome my ass. The Zerg are just stupid, putting on a show to grab attention. They've only just advanced to a Level Five civilization, yet instead of trying to curry favor with us old-established Level Five civilizations, they're acting this arrogantly. Jack, my idol, beat him flat!"
"Get lost! Jack is my idol! Lord Jack, go! Use your coolest pose, your alloy saber, your lightspeed slash—chop that bug into dumpling filling!"
Neither Ye Meng nor Jack could hear the uproar online. Ye Meng had admitted to provoking him; if Jack still did not react, Gusilov would be humiliated today.
"Kill!" Jack spat out the one word everyone had been waiting to hear.
"Advanced Zerg. Level: early Rank Twenty. Combat power rating: 9,000 points. Threat level: low. Commander Jack, I'll deal with him!" With a light leap, the purple mechanical lion landed twenty meters in front of Ye Meng.
Ye Meng's entire body turned silver like liquid metal. With a forceful motion of his right hand, a blade sprang out.
"Warning. Target form has changed.