"With that gentleman's forging legacy, if I couldn't even make a weapon-shaped framework, wouldn't people laugh their heads off if word got out?"
The dragon-shaped framework, which Mentor Klim had said involved countless difficulties and lay in an untouched field,
seemed to be nothing particularly special to Tian Gong. He looked at Fate's dragon head, whose only redeeming feature was its sacred and gorgeous appearance, as well as its already severed forelimbs.
As his gaze lowered, the sharp gleam known as Wild Ambition surged in his eyes.
"With a body this massive, using it as a 'weapons platform' is simply a waste. A beast form is stronger in close combat involving speed and power. Once I forge it a body of steel and iron that can withstand anything—"
"By then, the sheer absurd destructive force of a single claw strike will render all those fields and Energy Shields completely useless."
Hearing his deep, solemn voice that did not sound like a joke, Fang Ran could not help but look up at the wreckage.
He imagined the hundred-meter-long Fate moving like a true giant dragon, its indestructible body swinging down enormous claws with agility and speed utterly mismatched with its size.
For some reason, the image made him feel oppressed, and he swallowed.
He was not the only one. Li Ze and Klim at either side felt the same way. Even Schmidt lowered his head and gave a low, amused chuckle.
"That really is a sight to look forward to."
He understood from Tian Gong's earlier words that Tian Gong believed the existing Ultimate Powers, all equipped with various cutting-edge technological armaments, had wasted their humanoid designs.
"To make something of this size move nimbly while overcoming inertia under acceleration, wind resistance, joint stress, and all sorts of other factors, the