"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
As the purple glow drew closer, the faceplate and turbine armor of the Tyrant White Tiger shattered, revealing Pratt Goldsmith's unwilling visage.
"Impossible, I actually chose to surrender and admit defeat in the face of death!"
Perceiving the fear and anger welling up within him, Pratt's expression changed, and the arcane force within him resonated explosively with the Tyrant Mech Tiger's body.
In that instant, he suppressed all his emotions, leaving only a seething, fiery will to fight.
"So what if I die? Machinery is eternal!"
"I will never lose!"
Under David Jones's astonished gaze, Pratt, pushed to the brink of defeat, erupted once again, managing to repair the Tyrant White Tiger form that was near collapse under the oppression of Reversal of Heaven and Earth, and attempted to charge at himself.
"Roar!"
Perhaps it was Pratt's fearless and indomitable spirit that was too aligned with the Tyrant Mech Tiger's golden will of sharpness.
