Zhuang Zhou's dorm room was in an uproar, a group of brutish youth couldn't stand this bitterness.
"Zhuang Zhou, take the bet, damn it, at worst we brothers will have rice for a few months, let's fight!"
"Exactly, we can't back down now, let's get him!"
"Go for it, even if we lose, we'll chip in for you. This is about our Mecha Brigade's reputation. I'd rather die than let that Martian dog win!"
The people in the room swarmed. They were all tough guys; there's no way they would take this lying down, especially when it's against a Puppet god. They could do it easily.
"I'm in!" Zhuang Zhou felt the heat of the moment. He knew he was being provoked, but what's a young man if he doesn't rise to the occasion?
Both parties started choosing their Mecha warriors.
Charon Horse - Centaur Mecha.
Puppet - Kailong Generation III.