Faced with the increasingly fierce offensive from the opponent, Su Jiameng had the illusion that her throat was being choked, gradually suffocating. The rhythm of this battle was being controlled by the opponent bit by bit. Once he fully grasped it, she would likely be treated as a powerless mouse, played with, exhausted, and then slapped to death...
Su Jiameng took a deep breath, the confusion in her eyes gradually fading away, replaced by clarity and determination.
It seemed that her uncontrollable hands were also gradually regaining their senses, beginning to quickly assess the current situation. After a long while, she tugged at the corner of her mouth and sneered, "I almost forgot something... The strongest Mecha Master isn't judged by their piloting skills, but by whether they can bring out the strengths of each Mecha..."
