"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
In the cockpit of the transport ship, the young-looking Tuert pointed at the tablet computer screen surrounded by everyone, uttering three words with exclamatory tones.
Two combat aircraft demonstrated what amounted to an attack envelope with their actual maneuvers, both fighting with spectacular ferocity.
Even in the uncompromising corporate wars among military contractors, such a violent exchange of blows had rarely been seen.
"Crystal Jet?"
The burly Earth Mage of the third Human Order, Andrew, articulated the words Tuert intended to say.
But the Crystal Jet he mentioned wasn't the one trading blows with the "Big Mouth Monster"; it was the "Big Mouth Monster" piloted by Chen Fei.
But since when did the Aircrew Base 633 have a Crystal Jet, and to make things stranger, a turboprop version of it? There seemed something off about this.
Andrew's brain couldn't quite catch up in the moment.
"It's clearly Little Chen's Metal Elemental Psychic Power!"