Shang Xiong.
Chief instructor of the Bapang Principality's Seventh Mecha Division.
Known as the Gale Blade Saint.
Of these 124 A-grade mechas, only his was a non-mass-produced A-grade model.
The other 123 mechas had been custom-built by the Bapang Principality's elite master craftsmen. Their engines were eighth-generation custom Iceberg Engines purchased from the Barnard Star System, their exhaust flames turning a pure, beautiful blue when accelerating.
The entire series was collectively known as the Wind Traveler.
Shang Xiong's mecha, however, had one extra word in its name—Gale Wind Traveler.
The difference lay in the long blade it carried. The other mechas wielded gleaming, frosty white blades, while the Gale Wind Traveler's blade was azure!
Its blade had been forged from Nebula Mica Gold, a metal considered an exceptionally precious strategic resource even within the Bapang Principality.
The Iceberg Engine also had an additional engine port, increasing the mecha's mobility by fifteen percentage points.
In internal mecha competitions, Shang Xiong's Seventh Mecha Division had been the undisputed number one since the day it entered service.
Swift as the wind, fierce as fire!
That was the true portrait of Shang Xiong, the "Gale Blade Saint."
"Anyone injured?"
Shang Xiong glanced calmly at the combat light screen.
"No."
"No."
A string of replies came through.
There were exactly 123 of them. Including himself, every mecha pilot who had arrived aboard the gunship had been preserved.
"Very good. Remember your identities now. You are no longer members of Bapang. If anyone is discovered showing mercy, I can guarantee that you will not see tomorrow's sun."
"We will follow the lieutenant colonel's orders in all things!"
At that reply, a flicker of emotion passed through Shang Xiong's eyes.
He was not a pure-blooded descendant of the Wood God Race. He had spent far too long