Titanfall Mk.VII had been a heavy machine built like a bunker. This was its opposite.
Zhao Xuan's unit shimmered with high-frequency plating and sleek design. 6th generation experimental unit. Whisper-quiet, light-frame, designed for maximum acceleration and precision.
Its codename blinked in silver text: Aetherblade-X7
Grumpy Bear couldn't stop talking.
"Ladies and gentlemen, behold the bleeding edge of light-mecha warfare! Aetherblade-X7! Plasma sabers. Layered quantum boosters. Phase-shift stabilizers. And it's piloted by Zhao Xuan, a once-in-a-millennium genius who was ranked number one at War God College's First Years before he even registered!"
"His dueling record is flawless," Sleepy Smile murmured. "Eighty-nine victories. Zero losses. Even in training, no one's ever landed a clean hit on him."
Back in the VIP box, the generals weren't laughing anymore.
General Hong Fei lowered his tea. "This… this could be trouble."
