Everything Mu Fan had ever said... had never been empty words!
Yue Xi had jokingly offered her escort as the condition of their exchange.
Mu Fan had solemnly answered, "All right."
That was his promise as a man.
And now, it was time to fulfill it.
As for the mecha before him...
Mu Fan's chest rose and fell powerfully as scorching breath burst from his nostrils.
"Come... on!"
With a beast-like roar, Great Moon Requiem charged forward against the tide with astonishing momentum.
The three Wind Travelers opposite him all threw away their crossbows and drew their sabers.
Three against one—they would definitely chop this Great Moon Requiem, which had not entered Moon Eclipse State, into scrap!
The three mecha instantly formed a line, their three sabers aligning into a straight line through the air.
The three mecha merged into one formation. Less than fifty meters apart, their pale-gray afterimages connected into a straight line, rolling toward him like a Giant Dragon.
Division combat technique—Sidewinder Thrust.
It concentrated all power at a single point, pushing offensive force to its absolute limit.
This was the combat philosophy of the Seventh Mecha Division of the Bapang Principality.
When enemies met on a narrow path, only the brave would prevail.
A bloodthirsty, chilling smile gleamed in the eyes of all three pilots.
Mu Fan's indifferent, calm eyes narrowed slightly as he locked his gaze onto the lead Wind Traveler in the formation.
The muscles on his face stood out sharply as his teeth clenched.
Fifty meters.
Thirty meters.
Ten meters!
Just as the two sides were about to collide in the next second—
Great Moon Requiem raised its left foot high and slammed it down. A ring of dirt exploded outward around it.
Mu Fan held the narrow, exceptionally long Moon Bloom saber