"Golden Dragon Crossing the Ridge!" Bai Xuelin shouted furiously, thinking of a series of severe consequences. The dragon tattoo on his back emitted a dazzling light, pouring a primal force from its soul into him. With this power, Bai Xuelin kicked Pei Yan in the abdomen, knocking him off, and flipped up to grab at his throat, cursing, "Die, you runt!"
"If anyone's going to die, it's you!" Pei Yan flicked Bai Xuelin's hand away, then counter-punched his face. Accompanying the punch was the black mist continuously flowing from the gaps in his mecha.
Bai Xuelin, furious from the punch to his face, wanted to retaliate, but saw the surface of his mechanical puppet tainted by the black mist corroding, the effect slowly but surely, spreading like mold.
