"What do you want?" Su Yanjing remained laconic, a slight glint in his eyes.
"Come down, and let's have a one-on-one duel!" The woman with the bun pointed at the opponent's mecha with that long stick, "Although I've studied the Ancient Martial Technique, I just had a match with your grand uncle, and my stamina is down by forty percent. You've been piloting the mecha all along, so it seems your depletion isn't that great. In this way, it counts as another form of 'fairness'..."
"If you win, you can take your grand uncle away. If you lose, you stay to witness the final outcome of this brawl together!"
Su Yanjing was silent once more because he realized the woman with the bun before him was somewhat like Su Jiameng—unwarranted stubbornness, confidence in her strength, provocative tone, defiant gaze...
