Perfect Work of Art

When only the Slayer was left standing on the battlefield, everyone present – former opponents, friends, spectators – all felt something curious.

This battle was very different from the previous two. It had neither Marzu's violence, nor Wang Zheng's desperation of beating back the Arbiter brothers.

The Slayer was complete. It was at peace. It was noble.

At this moment, everyone realized something. The person before their very eyes, known as Wang Zheng, was dominating everything.

Xiao Fei smiled lightly. Lady Xiao's intellect was top-class. Even if she did not understand mecha, but she was no complete stranger either. She merely believed and supported in her own way. Her indifference to the result had been born of her worry. Wang Zheng did not need more pressure.