Lin Ning also felt the tense atmosphere of the battlefield. The mechas under the Tiger Chamber of Commerce were also staring at the two mechas above. If Lei Xiaohu gave an order, they would definitely jump into the arena, and then the black and red The mecha is wiped out.
Lin Ning estimated the strength of Lei Xiaohu’s guards. Some of their strengths should also be disciple-level controllers, but if compared with Lin Ning, they would be a piece of cake. After all, scholar-level controllers and disciple-level controllers. It is a level higher hand speed.
And now Lei Xiaohu bought that black mecha to win, so Lei Xiaohu may be a victim of that red mecha. For such a young man, killing a person would be no more than in Sin City. It's like trampling an ant to death. And just now Lei Xiaohu's guards have thrown more than a dozen spectators into the arena. Those people who were thrown so hard by these mechas were definitely the result of either death or injury. Every time he thinks about the cruelty of Lei Xiaohu's guards, Lin Ning's heart hurts severely. If it hadn't happened in front of him, she would be better off, but there was no way to stop these tragedies from happening. He also blames himself for his hesitation now, but he will not give Lei Xiaohu another chance, and there will definitely not be another time, because he has had enough.