White Hair's confidence was absolutely well-founded!
His marksmanship was terrifyingly precise.
He was hailed as a once-in-a-century business genius on Beifeng Star, but who knew that this man, who devoted only half his attention to business, possessed even more exceptional talent for shooting?
Especially that exclusive biological support chip the Yin Corporation had commissioned from Giamiluo Laboratory at enormous expense—it had directly elevated White Hair's shooting ability to a terrifying level.
However, his physique level had always hovered around Level 18. On a remote planet, such physical ability and strength were already considered outstanding, and even at Dingchuan Academy, they ranked above average.
But in the interstellar arena, where mechas and warships of every kind clashed, those mech pilots and captains hardened by countless battles were absolutely beyond the level he had seen at the academy. This was especially true in space combat, which required mech pilots to possess lightning-fast reflexes and exceptional physical prowess.
These innate shortcomings also determined White Hair's upper limit. He was only suited for shooting-type mechas!
And they had to be mid-to-long-range shooting mechas that kept their distance at all times.
What he had always been thankful for was meeting a freak like Mu Fan, someone who practically had no ceiling for growth, allowing him to coast all the way to this day.
The current battle was not a space battle at all, so White Hair naturally handled it with ease.
Yet ever since drawing this gun, White Hair had been deeply resentful...
This gun was definitely not standard equipment for Lightning.
Some shameless bastard had definitely added it.
How could such a handsome mecha use such a cartoonish weapon?
A giant mushroom head!
Still...
Cartoonish was cartoonish.
Those thoughts flashed through his mind the instant he fired.
White Hair was still filled with boundless