The same Mecha, the same fierce fighting skills—these damned Devil Mecha were like demons in the jungle, clinging to him like a lingering ghost.
Wood didn't choose to run, because this time, he was the one who rammed straight into the enemy's encirclement. He didn't even have a chance to shake them off. The only option was to fight to the death!
Boom! The downward chop of the ion light saber was dodged by the Devil Mecha that pulled out two Phantoms at the last split second. Before Wood could pull back his blade and change moves, he saw that Devil Mecha flicker like a specter to his right, its fist slamming toward his waist and abdomen.
"Die!" Wood bent his knees and kicked out, his Mecha blasting forward like a shell leaving the barrel, slamming into the Devil Mecha. His bent iron knee, carrying an unstoppable, ferocious momentum, drove straight toward the opponent's face.
The violent impact he imagined never came.
