473 Four-word Battle Armor Master

The flames dancing around the scarlet armor receded, and the armor dissolved into specks of light, layer by layer, disappearing into the body it had surrounded.

"I'm Zhen Hua of the Blacksmith's Association. I had received a request for help from my nephew-disciple and came to save him. No traces of hostiles were spotted when I arrived." His voice carried the authority of a Titled Douluo and a four-word battle armor master.

Since there only existed a handful of red mechas, black mechas often stood in as the top of the hierarchy. But Liu An, the pilot of the black mecha, had stopped and respectfully greeted Zhen Hua. It wasn't for nothing. No, it was because he could sense that the difference in strength between them was not gap but a chasm, simply insurmountable. Untouchable.

After verifying Zhen Hua's identity, Liu An relaxed and let out a deep breath. If Zhen Hua had been a hostile, then this place would have been his grave.