The special report on the Mars Daily had been read over and over by everyone. From the first duel against the Thousand Army Style, the chubby director of the Tai Sect Puluo Branch had not given any other sects any chance. He merely led more than a hundred Tai Sect members, going from hall to hall, defeating the opponents. Regardless of the technical style or the level of the opponent, he only said two words.
"Challenge hall."
Nine halls, eight matches, that Fatty had no fancy moves at all. Once he got on the Mecha, he would rush forward with its mechanical arm and start bashing. At least three halls' Mech Knights had no ability to fight back, being directly beaten and smashed to pieces. Second-level Commanders or Level 1 Commanders, in front of him, were nothing more than a bunch of pale-faced scarecrows.
All the Mecha halls on First Avenue in Puluo Town were closed down one after another by a single person.
