Chương 1147: Golden Wind Wall

Growl

González also used teleportation. This was the swiftest instinctive reflex. The Ghost Warrior disappeared…

González's Ghost Warrior reappeared six meters away, staggering. The back of the mech had been split apart, sparks flying.

Wang Zheng smiled slightly. Truly a professional soldier. This reaction was really astonishing. His trajectory curved, then teleportation, followed by a sudden lunging stab, were still not quick enough, otherwise the Ghost Warrior would not have gotten out.

The ability to fight would, in the end, transform into instinct. In the ever-changing battlefield, this was the ability that would save lives.

González frowned. The alarm inside his mech rang constantly. Although he had been slashed in the back and he was in danger, it was not fatal.