Wang Zheng could not help but remember the mysterious organization. The Old Merchant had once hinted that they had been well concealed for a long time, infiltrating continuously, even to the core of some countries. The Earthworm Federation was not a small country.
Defeat in the first round forced the Mayans to make changes. Matt Locatelli pointed indifferently to Merte. "You're on."
Buzzing. A Mayan with a strange symbol inscribed on his forehead walked out. A harp-like rhyme resonated between his strides. It was the sound made by the precious stones that he was wearing.
"Yes."
Expressionless, Merte looked at the howling cheers of the Devil Dragon battle team and chose the Maya's Mantis.
Maya did not abhor failure. However, only by confronting failure could one learn to be stronger. Real strength could only be achieved by learning from multiple failures.
The Maya's Mantis was precisely such a mech.
