"If it doesn't come out, everyone charge. If it does come out…"
Does it come out?
Jackson stared blankly at the silhouette of Ji Xinghe's Mecha, wondering what Ji Xinghe was planning to do. Then he saw a Mecha blade flying out.
It was one of the two blades in Jixinghe's hand, which he had tossed about twenty meters to the side, where it landed at an angle in the ground.
Ji Xinghe, now with only three blades, looked as if he were left with only one, controlling his Mecha to make a provocative gesture at the Imperial Mecha.
He had thrown out his left-hand blade, leaving the right-hand one.
He then inserted the Mecha combat blade into the ground in front of him, holding the hilt as if leaning on a cane, his right hand turned over.
His now-free left hand stretched out straight, his palm facing up, taunting.
