In just a few seconds, the Power Armor accelerated to a speed of over 300 kilometers per hour. When the pale Mach ring belatedly rose, it disappeared from sight, leaving only a pale blue trail of Flame Light spiraling forward at high speed!
"Damn it, Old Lu, slow the hell down!" The observing dark-skinned man was stunned, dumbfounded, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Just tens of centimeters off the ground, with the thrust at full blast, any slight interference in airflow could cause a stall or loss of control. Even a slight wobble could turn the unstable armor into a spinning top of Destruction, like a centrifuge, mashing the Knight inside into a pile of mush.
Yet Lu Feng maneuvered through it like a fish in water, letting out an excited howl.
His eyes were bloodshot.
The Flame Light flickered, and the steel soared.
