"ERROR!"
"ERROR!"
"ERROR!"
"It's no use, our mecha's system doesn't have the recognition program for this sword; we can't use it!"
As a series of errors flashed on the screen, the female pilot exclaimed loudly in tension, but a confident smile appeared on Feng Xue's face as she kicked the humanoid mecha aside and said,
"There's a saying among the pilots from White Forest Country."
"Huh?"
Before the female pilot could grasp what he meant, she saw the high-frequency particle sword, which hadn't been activated at all, tear through the air and forcefully decapitate a Silver Knight on their left.
It was only then that the student's voice finally came—
"Who says you can't kill someone without vibration?"
"Huh? But this equipment's wear and tear..."
Before she could finish, Feng Xue rolled her eyes and said, "Wear and tear my ass, it's equipment scavenged from the battlefield; why care about the wear rate? Are you counting on it for military supplies or what?"
