Unexpectedly, as time trickled by, it was already time for the training camp, and Mo Baoke still hadn't shown up.
The crowd exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion.
Su Mo was also a bit perplexed. Although Mo Baoke was usually unreliable, he shouldn't have stood them up like this, skipping the training camp altogether, should he?
Normally, he should have arrived by now.
Just then, a series of muffled footsteps approached, and everyone lifted their heads in unison, expressions of extreme shock on their faces.
They saw a Third Generation Mecha, eighteen meters tall, made entirely from reinforced bronze Luo Titanium Alloy, with covert beam cannons embedded in its shoulders, dual fifteen-meter-long beam sabers in its hands, and eight pairs of rotating auxiliary jet wings on its back.
Su Mo's eyes also revealed disbelief, and he couldn't help but curse internally.
"Damn~ isn't that the Third Generation Mecha Slaughter Blade?"
