The metal fragments scattered across the ground had yet to settle, and Jazz was bringing the battlefield's tragic atmosphere to its peak.
Then, the very next second, a pair of mechanical hands reached out in speechless exasperation and shoved Jazz, who was clinging on for dear life, away.
Bumblebee's core skeleton slowly got back up, his electronic voice full of disgust as he complained, "What are you screeching about? I'm just fine!"
"Cut the act, cut the act. I bet you can't wait for me to die so you can inherit this top-of-the-line iron frame of mine, right?"
The moment his words fell, the scattered shell components across the ground froze in place.
Then, as though drawn by a magnetic force, every metal fragment flew back, joining and fitting together with a clatter.
Click, click!
A rapid series of precise mechanical clicks rang out. In less than a few seconds, Bumblebee, who had just shattered all over the ground, was fully restored to his original, handsome form.
His body gleamed, clean and smooth, without a single scratch or dent to be found.
In truth, Megatron's earlier wide-area heavy punch had looked terrifying and made for quite a spectacle, but it had barely done any damage.
Simply put, the impact had been so strong that it had shaken his whole body apart. To him, it had only felt like being sent flying by a tremendous shove. Aside from the force being a little strong, he hadn't suffered the slightest internal injury.
Meanwhile, Megatron, who had witnessed the whole thing, shot Jazz a sideways glance, his face full of disdain and exasperation.
As the mighty leader of the Decepticons, he fought with utmost efficiency. It was obvious at a glance whether he had killed someone or not.
He snorted irritably. "Screeching your