Titan Battle 3

(Extra chapter thanks to .rSv41100. for the tip.)

Three Hands was trapped in the Titan's iron grip. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free. All he could do was scream in terror.

Li Qinwu held Three Hands up to his enormous face, his mechanical eyes locking onto Three Hands' twisted expression.

"Heh, did you think you could still get away?

I let you escape twice already, and the author, Old Feng, got roasted for it. If I let you go again, the comments section will be unreadable!

Besides, we've been on the Industrial World for ages. Everyone's tired of it, so we need to wrap this up. Which means you're out of a job!"

Li Qinwu gave the Power Gauntlet a gentle squeeze, and Three Hands burst into dust with a pop.

After wiping his hand on his thigh, Li Qinwu looked down at the fallen Stompa.

He extended both thumbs like mechanical pincers, grabbed the protruding Ork face on the Stompa, and started tearing.

Metal screeched and crunched. Li Qinwu ripped the Ork faceplate off the Stompa, exposing its inner framework, mechanical piping, and its flesh-and-blood processor: Black Iron.

Black Iron couldn't have fled even if he wanted to. His regrown limbs had fused completely with the surrounding machinery.

His face contorted as he stared into the Reaver Titan's massive mechanical face. Tears and snot streamed down his cheeks.

Right then, he was as scared as a Gretchin!

Li Qinwu simply looked down at him without a word. Black Iron stammered:

"Heh. Can we make peace?"

Li Qinwu clicked his tongue.

"You've got to be joking."

Li Qinwu clenched the Titan's Power Gauntlet. Blue lightning crackled across its Disintegration Field.

Then he raised his fist high and brought it down hard.

"It ends here, Black Iron. Die!"