Without warning, the golden [Divine] leaped backward. Newson, inside the cockpit, was drenched in cold sweat, his hand speed pushed to the extreme, using all his strength to block the attacks.
"Swish!" Douglas stood up abruptly, and all the Feiyang soldiers widened their eyes in shock. They couldn't have imagined that their familiar [Divine], in the hands of the Nineteen Division commander, could demonstrate such terrifying power, as if he had been piloting this mecha through countless battles all along!
The training ground was so quiet you could hear a leaf fall. At this moment, only the sounds of punches and kicks exchanging between the black and gold mechas and the intense heartbeats of the onlooking soldiers could be heard.
Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed… How many punches had been thrown? A hundred punches, a thousand punches, or ten thousand punches? No one could keep count.
