Over a hundred mechs were attacking Ling Kuang, yet he stood there, unyielding.
A supremely dominant aura naturally emanated from him. The mechs attacked furiously, but all assaults vanished into nothingness. They lunged at Ling Kuang, his lips curling into a slight smile, a hint of mockery dancing in his eyes.
"Is that all?"
His mockery only enraged the warriors surrounding him further.
"Don't be so arrogant!"
"Don't think—we're afraid of you!"
"On the galactic battlefield, many a small fish swallows a whale. Even the mightiest of experts, those who have broken through the top-tier triple-S level, can perish in the blink of an eye if they're not careful!"
Upon hearing their words, a trace of mocking amusement still flickered deep within Ling Kuang's eyes. He raised his eyebrows, a chilling coldness gradually spreading across his gaze.
He snapped his fingers, and the space before him twisted rapidly. With a stern expression and an overwhelming aura of coldness, he seemed like a meteor streaking across the distance. His face, even more defined and handsome than one sculpted by high-tech modeling, was perfectly striking.
Humans could never create such a flawless face.
On the battlefield, he was like a crimson rose slowly unfurling, its delicate perfection radiating an almost blinding brilliance. Then, he extended his hand, tapping twice in mid-air.
In the air—
A gleaming silver saber appeared in his hand. He then turned to his attackers and asked,
"Have you had enough?"
"Shouldn't it be my turn to strike?"
After saying this, Ling Kuang hesitated no longer. He launched his attack directly, a saber slashing out fiercely. Sparks flew in all directions, light flickering wildly like bursting fireworks. With this simple strike,
Many of the surrounding mechs instantly lost their functionality.
They plummeted from the sky, their pilots emitting screams of utter panic, completely unable to comprehend what was happening.
But Ling Kuang showed no intention of stopping. His silver saber, seemingly crafted from some special material, crackled in the air, shining with a dazzling radiance wherever it passed, utterly unstoppable.
With a single saber slash through the air...
He sent his opponents reeling, utterly overwhelmed.
Lin Muci, hiding at the edge of the battlefield, knew that the mecha the little system had found for her provided camouflage, but she still held her breath, quietly asking the system.
"Are you sure he's going to lose?"
"That he'll be so badly injured that I'll need to pilot a medical mecha with healing capabilities to save him?"
"He's so fierce; he could single-handedly defeat the entire galactic battlefield. What use could I possibly be?"
Her question was so utterly practical that it made the little system feel rather awkward. The system rubbed its nose, its voice barely louder than a mosquito's hum.
"Ah..."
"This..."
"There might be some unexpected developments."
"He's strong, but not without his weaknesses."
"Host, why don't you wait a little longer?"
Lin Muci rolled her eyes.
"Weaknesses?"
"He's like a super battle god possessing the battlefield. You say he has weaknesses, so please tell me, where are these weaknesses?"
"Where are they?"
Her voice rose several octaves, and she nearly couldn't catch her breath. The system, rendered speechless, was about to weakly retort when it suddenly looked up.
"Host! Look quickly!"
"Something seems to have gone wrong over there!"