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They stood an average of thirty meters tall, with slender arms and thick thighs.
They wore steel helmets, their chests covered in crystal patterns, and jets on their heels allowed for propulsion and acceleration.
Yet their weapon of choice was merely their fists.
Bindings made of a very expensive biological material tight-coiled around their wrists for ten loops, instilling a powerful sense of strength.
Approaching from the front, a "mechanical boxer" threw a straight punch that instantaneously flashed behind Ye Hanjun, with the edge of its fist aimed at the back of his head, bringing with it a terrifying sonic boom and a cold breath of death.
"Pfft!"
Ye Hanjun didn't look back; he simply released his hand from the Cross Thunder Sword.
In an instant, Sword Thunder Child went berserk, its blade cleaving a path through a thorny vine whip crackling with lightning.