Right, he had no psychological burden, the one bearing the burden should be his opponent. With that thought, the stationary beast-type mecha decided to take the initiative!
Whoosh...
With the roaring jet, the beast-type mecha directly lunged towards the opponent, raising its beast claw to deliver a smack.
But what happened to the notion of 'the longer, the stronger'? Even as a mobile beast-type mecha, you dare put up a head-to-head fight with me? Yang Yong drew out his titanium alloy gun, pointing directly at the opponent as if to say, 'I'm gonna stab you dead.'
Little Cheng, startled, kicked up a storm, quickly changing tactics. The attack he had originally aimed at the opponent transformed into an attempt to smack the titanium alloy gun instead.
With a clanging sound, the force from his strike was admittedly strong, almost knocking the titanium alloy gun from Yang Yong's grip. At that instant, Little Cheng's speed almost hit a hundred.