(The third update was delayed, several chapters were cut, and finally a bit satisfied.)
After speaking, Lindek, who was struggling to sit up, looked at Falcon with eyes as if staring at a dead man.
"No need to act so pitiful, at most you'll spit some blood. If I had put in the effort, you'd already be dead from a single kick." Falcon casually waved his hand, then turned to Mu Fan with a shrug, "Kid, it seems the trial isn't over yet, but I believe you should have a deeper understanding of this damn world by now."
Mu Fan looked at Falcon with an awkward expression, "I have indeed realized, but those mechas..."
He pointed his finger at the eight heavy mechas beside him—Titan Arm.
The implication being, is running the only option in this situation?
The giant mecha, entirely painted in desert colors, began to spin its black Fire God Cannon with a loud buzz.
The immense pressure immediately followed.
