"Still want to keep fighting?"
Sun Cheng aimed the barrel at Lockdown's head and asked coldly.
The spark within him was blazing fiercely, ready to unleash an even more frenzied attack at any moment.
Lockdown had lost because he had underestimated him too much and possessed only limited intelligence on him.
But Sun Cheng knew very well that aside from speed and combat experience, Lockdown was not superior to him in any way.
The reason he had spent over a year without advancing to the leader class of warriors
was largely because adapting to a new body had become increasingly difficult.
The fundamental reason, however, was that after replacing his body, Sun Cheng had never stopped repeatedly upgrading and modifying it.
By conservative estimates, in the nearly two years since acquiring this new body, with the help of the Decepticon engineers under his command, he had carried out two large-scale upgrades and seventeen smaller refinements and adjustments.
As the leader of a faction, Sun Cheng could mobilize most of its resources.
That included the resources of all South America on Earth, as well as the resources of Mars.
To this day, Sun Cheng had only raised himself into a future leader-class warrior.
With such enormous resources and manpower piled into it, he could have trained even a pig into something capable.
Not to mention that the one consuming all those resources was Sun Cheng himself.
Killing intent filled Lockdown's eyes!
He could feel the electromagnetic effect numbing his body rapidly fading.
Since advancing to an elite warrior, Lockdown had experienced countless brushes with death.
He had fought battles far more dangerous than this one—so many that even he had lost count.
Yet in all that time, he had only suffered a more humiliating defeat once.
But the opponent he had