"Old partner, now it's my turn. A life where you can fight is the only life with meaning."
Falcon looked at Ruan Xiongfeng, whose arm had been severed, smiled casually, then strode outside.
"With that body of yours, what the hell are you talking about? Even with one arm missing, I'm stronger than you."
Bald Man shoved Tyrannosaurus aside, bellowed at Falcon's retreating back, and stepped forward to grab his shoulder.
"Great Lightning Owl isn't here, so stay put and behave. Whether I can do it or not, I, Falcon, have never lowered my head in my life."
"...Not even if I die."
Falcon's face, as rugged as his features, carried an indescribable boldness and carefree spirit.
"Fuck!" This old man, Ruan Xiongfeng, instantly had red-rimmed eyes.
"All colleagues aboard the Flying Dragon..."
A calm greeting suddenly came through the loudspeaker overhead.
The two of them froze at the same time.
"Qi Longxiang?"
Ruan Xiongfeng frowned.
Tibet Warship: main vessel for positional warfare. Survival probability below 25%. Flying Dragon: special space assault ship. Survival probability 40%. Engines damaged, probability reduced by 5%. Optimal plan confirmed.
He glanced at the Sky Communicator beside him and casually picked it up.
"I am Qi Longxiang. The assault route has been transmitted. I will cover your retreat. May victory endure."
After speaking, the young man, whose face never showed panic under any circumstances, stared straight ahead with neither sorrow nor joy.
Thirty-six conduits rose simultaneously and connected to his head.
Tibet secret technique—Sky Mire, activate.
A mass of energy erupted in dazzling brilliance. The Tier-8 battleship Tibet, under Qi Longxiang's control, unleashed its ultimate secret technique without the slightest hesitation.
The sky was instantly dyed an earthy gray, and the air became incomparably viscous.
The engine glow of every ship and