"Additional rewards? ...Heh."
An unusual smile flashed across Shen He's pale face.
To both boost his reputation and gain benefits—a rare opportunity indeed.
The mecha, entirely glazed and golden, had its hands hanging emptily at its sides, stepped forward.
The surrounding air suddenly compressed, and the ground instantly sank.
The scene seemed to freeze at this moment.
Thud!
Bend knees, rocket up!
Thud!
Stride forward!
Boom!
Break sound barriers.
The Ming King, an obscure mecha in the realm of weaponry and combat, shines brightly like a deity during attacks, but its ferocious and explosive close combat is akin to the world's most severe arbiter.
This is the first-generation machine that was discontinued in the civilian market and switched to military service for subsequent models.
It's a pure fighting machine with a nerve connection far exceeding that of contemporaries.
