William didn't notice his arm was bleeding.
He stared intently at the target, which had been split in two. Molten iron was still dripping from the cleaved surfaces.
Amidst the smoke and dust, the Zaku's single eye glowed with a crimson light as its axe-wielding right arm slowly lowered.
Inside the cockpit, Peram's hands were trembling violently. It wasn't just from fear; his body was also enduring the immense impact force fed back from the strike.
The fierce winds gradually subsided, and silence fell over the testing ground.
Everyone stood as if petrified. Only the eighteen-meter-tall Steel Giant remained, standing quietly after delivering its blow. The heat vents on its chest spewed superheated gas with a long, drawn-out HSSS—.
William's lips trembled slightly.
It wasn't that he was inexperienced.
Allen's Sky Throne could level a mountaintop with a single shot, and a full salvo from the Purgatory Demon Missile Platform could plow the earth.
But this was different.
