"Oh, it seems your research institute's technology hasn't fallen too far behind!"
Seeing this guy casually carrying a machete over a meter long, Hao Jian touched his nose. Such a two-hundred-pound machete was something only the God of Mercenaries dared to use.
In a duel between experts, any slight negligence would result in total defeat, especially when facing someone as uncanny as Hao Jian.
When fighting an opponent with similar skills, one would choose the weapon they were most familiar and comfortable with. But holding a two-hundred-pound weapon was like swinging a Big Fatty; just thinking about it felt unnatural.
While others struggled with the blade, the God of Mercenaries wielded it effortlessly, as if it was weightless, striking with fluid grace.
What surprised Hao Jian even more was that this two-hundred-pound machete was made of individual pieces joined together, a technology that his own institute had only recently completed their research on.
"Whoosh!"
