Far away, on the Blue Shark Battleship tens of miles away, the Thomas Brothers both cried out in shock, their hearts leaping to their throats.
The shattering of the light barrier signified Matthews' defeat in this gamble, and although Long Xuhu had earlier agreed to the duel, they did not trust Long Xuhu's word.
In their eyes, all the bats of the Technology Mysterious City were demons who would devour people without spitting out their bones; they could carry out any filthy act.
"Damn it, big brother!"
"Those damn Blood Clan!"
The brothers' eyes were red with fury, regretting it wasn't themselves in that Mecha.
Sure enough, they still thought Long Xuhu was a lapdog for the Blood Clan.
...
"Sorry, buddy!" Long Xuhu, looking at the Sky Wolf Saint Armor so close at hand, swung his hammer without hesitation.
"Boom!"
