Alvin wasn't quite sure what to say in response to Stark's sudden showing off. The scarlet flying sword hovering beside his shoulder, eighty centimeters long and five centimeters wide, was just too cool...
After circling Stark twice, Alvin exclaimed in admiration, "How'd you do that? I thought the Gun Club was the only one in the world with something like this..."
Stark grinned smugly, then waved Alvin over. "Come with me. Let's go try out our new toys..."
As he walked slowly ahead, Stark continued with a smile, "My flying swords are a little different from the Gun Club's.
"Theirs are aerial weapons controlled by brainwaves. I don't have anything like that, but..."
Half an hour later, Alvin and Stark stood in an open grassland. Five hundred meters ahead of them was a makeshift firing range, where several scrapped armored vehicles and dozens of plastic mannequins had been set up in a depression...
Holding a scarlet flying sword, Alvin watched as Stark effortlessly controlled another one. It swiftly pierced several armored vehicles, then spun around and sliced through the bodies of several plastic mannequins...
Stark recalled the sword with a smug look. Seeing Alvin staring at it in a daze, he said with a smile, "Don't be surprised. I told you, it's nothing special...
"Well, my flying swords aren't as easy to control as the Gun Club's, but...
"Radar detection, visual targeting, multidirectional pulse engines, a miniature fusion reactor, an AI-assisted system, and a little aerodynamic genius..."
Alvin pinched the blade of the flying sword in his hand. Along its slightly raised spine, he saw a dense array of pulse-engine nozzles. From the blade, the Hell Parasite seemed to send him a faint message: Throw me.
He glanced at Stark with admiration and conceded, "All right, you're a genius. Fully