Fang Zhixing held the Dragon Slayer Treasure Saber with both hands and brought it down on the mecha's head with a slash.
Boom~
The mecha split in half like tofu, then crumbled into rust that dispersed in the air.
Fang Zhixing was startled. When he cut down with his saber, it was as if he had struck air, with no rebound at all.
The mecha on the right charged at him.
Fang Zhixing didn't rush to attack. After observing carefully, he noticed that the mecha's surface was covered in patches of rust, continuously shedding flakes of iron.
He leaped backward, swiftly and deftly. The mecha pursued frantically, but obviously couldn't match his speed.
Seeing this, Fang Zhixing's heart settled.
The mecha looked imposing but was actually only average in combat strength and very poor in quality, like a pile of rubbish composed of spare parts.
Fang Zhixing played with them like a cat with a mouse, becoming more and more at ease.