The moment the mecha appeared, Wu Qingqing, Hu Ping, and Liu Xun all had the same expression.
Mouths agape, eyes wide open.
Stunned by the mecha's appearance for three seconds.
So alluring, absolutely captivating, it's a mecha master's dream come true.
On the ruins, a silver-black mecha stood tall, its lines smooth, each curve uniquely beautiful.
Four rows of "wings" folded on its back, their function unknown, but they integrated perfectly with the mecha.
Compare this mecha to Xue Huiyi's.
Xue Huiyi's new design is just an entry-level child's plaything.
Su Xiaocai's mecha not only meets aesthetic standards but also radiates an innate sharpness.
At a glance, you can tell this mecha is incredibly swift and powerfully armed.
"What model is this mecha?"
"It's not any model. It's my creation, called Black Wing." Su Xiaocai wasn't fully satisfied with Black Wing, but no matter its flaws, she built it with her own hands.
