"An additional reward?... Heh."
A strange smile flashed across Shen He's pale face.
Fame and profit, all at once. Opportunities this good were rare indeed.
The mech, gleaming with a glassy golden sheen from head to toe, let its empty hands hang at its sides as it took a step forward.
The surrounding air suddenly compressed, and the ground instantly caved in.
The image seemed to freeze at that moment.
Boom!
Its knees bent, then it launched forward!
Boom!
It broke into a long-striding run!
Boom!
It shattered the sound barrier.
Mingwang, an unpopular mech in the weapon-combat field, blazed with light when it attacked, like a God descending into the world. Yet its savage and violent close-range assaults were like the harshest judge of rewards and punishments in existence.
This was a First Generation Unit that had long since stopped being sold on the civilian market, with its later models opened exclusively to the military.
It was a pure combat mech whose number of neural connections far surpassed those of other mechs from its era.
Its demands on its pilot's body far exceeded those of other models. Countless pilots had tried operating this mech, only to leave in despair.
Yet one of Shen He's two main combat mechs was precisely this unconventional fighting machine that had eliminated countless pilots—Mingwang!
In Mu Fan's cold, indifferent vision, that torrent of glassy golden light charged straight toward him.
Ground speed...
Mach 4!
The thunderous sonic boom plowed a massive trench across the earth, and the trench violently spread forward along with the golden torrent.
Mingwang Mecha's right fist was wrapped in a thick layer of golden glass, growing larger and larger in Mu Fan's vision.
The two mechs were eight hundred meters apart. The first hundred meters of acceleration took one second,