"Who doesn't know how to brag?" Ling Zichen sneered, disbelief written all over her face. "If you're really that amazing, why did you come here to modify our Soul Guidance Artillery? Why not just build one yourself? I think you're just after our Soul Guidance Technology and want to steal our methods!"
That hit Xiha Dragon right where it hurt.
The big man's face reddened, then he flew into a rage. The crimson dragon crystal on his forehead brightened considerably, and the temperature of the Dragon-Forging Flame around him abruptly soared, turning even the metal floor beneath his feet a dark red.
"Bullshit! Why would I need to steal your pathetic little techniques?" he roared hoarsely. "Your Soul Tools are all flashy nonsense—pretty but useless. I only came to improve them because I was afraid the soldiers at the front would get killed using the junk you made! I was trying to help, and you don't appreciate it!"
"Trying to help?"
Ling Zichen looked as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Smashing formation patterns with a hammer counts as improvement? I think you're just wrecking things! If we modify it your way, the energy conduction will become unstable. A chamber explosion would be the least of it—if things go wrong, the whole cannon will blow into pieces, and even more people will die!"
"I think your brain is just like your hammer: nothing but a lump of iron that can't turn a corner! You're an old fossil who doesn't even realize the times have left you behind!"
"Who are you calling an old fossil?!"
Xiha Dragon was so furious that veins bulged on his forehead. He took one step forward and stood before her. His towering, burly frame, over two meters tall, was like a small