"Dragon kin my ass." Bruce Pang sighed as he referred to the prophesy which the Ancestor had made about him as being my Dragon Kin. "More like Dragon Babysitter."

But he drew out a pair of fancy, glowing scimitars and then unleashed a numbing aura of strange force field.

Bruce Pang was never one to shy from a fight, no matter how outgunned and outnumbered he was.historical

And he definitely won't do it in front of his little brother and his teacher.

"Come at me, you fools. I know about your damn experimental clone mecha core. I will get my hands on it today!" He shouted with disdain at the ginormous bunch of biomechs that had just crossed the nine kilometer mark.

Battlefield wisdom: Fluster the enemy as much as possible. Tell them anything that would make them lose their cool. Mommies and their titties are very acceptable topics.

But of course, Bruce Pang would not stoop to the mommy titties level. He was content to dwell on the supremely delicious ways he would be cooking their beloved children and cute grandchildren as soon as he won the battle.

Which was, in my opinion, no less awesome than mommy's titties.

"Freaking dumb ass underwater donkeys. You better make sure you kill me today! If not I will catch all of your ugly little donkey babies, and bring them to the mainland! I will deep fry them and make them into delicacies! Then I will take all your ugly donkey wives and steam them to feed them to our farm animals to eat!" Bruce Pang shouted rather guiltily through his vastly enhanced speakers which carried his voice very quickly in all directions.

The Horse Gavarels had no problems understanding his words, of course. They were all equipped with high tech biomechs that had translators built in.

"Nasty." I commented lightly to the Ancestor

"Sloppy." The Ancestor growled. "Remember kid, all is fair in war. Being kind to your enemies is being cruel to your allies. I expected more from Bruce. If talking trash about your enemies is too sensitive for you, then I suggest when you go back to land, you quit the academy and apply to be a babysitter and coddle rich little spoiled brats for the rest of your miserable life."

"Of course." I nodded in agreement and slight amusement. That old man must have really bad experience with regard to being kind to enemies for him to snap at me so strongly.

"In light of your words, yes, big bro is being sloppy. Very sloppy. You should scold him." I said with a sinister smile even as our stealthy mecha slowly made its way to the looming ocean floor.

"Quit being a p***y and do your god damn job properly." The Ancestor snapped into the communication device which fed directly into Bruce Pang's ears.

And apparently that was all Bruce Pang needed to turn into the most sacrilegious, foul mouthed, black tongued, venomous heathen verbal devil that had ever graced the deep ocean with his creative expression.

The things he said about their wives, daughters, sons and in particular, helmets, were completely unsuitable for people to hear.

Do not ask me about the helmets.

Anyway, his words really bit deep into the Horse Gavarel psyche. They were very uncomplicated life forms to begin with, and were only catapulted ahead in their civilisation stage by merit of alien manipulation and as such, they were not very used to such foul mouthed curses.

To say that they were aghast and disgusted and pissed off beyond measure by Bruce Pang's curses would be a dramatic understatement!

The loudest roar of anger you could ever imagine started to sound from the million elite Horse Gavarel soldiers.

The Horse Gavarels were extremely fearsome creatures. In their biomech form, the weakest of them could easily beat a hundred underwater Barons easily.

What we were facing at that moment was probably the entire expeditionary army of the Horse Gavarels which they had prepared to throw at the human race.

Of course the Horse Gavarels were only one of many other races that would be throwing their armies at us.

But even so, their army could not be underestimated.

The million strong Gavarel elites could wipe out the entire Chinese Federation if they decided to attack without caring to preserve their lives.

As powerful as the Blood Moon and the top fighters of the Federation were, they were but a handful of mechas.

They could not stop a tsunami of Horse Gavarels sweeping in from every single beach and river in what would have been a surprise attack if we had not made our little escapade.

It would have been a complete massacre, and although most of the top fighters would survive, the rest of the Federation would not.

And at that moment, Bruce Pang was a single Blood Moon White Mecha facing that tsunami in their home element.

And he just pissed that tsunami off big, big time.

"He'll be fine, right?" I asked the Ancestor quietly and seriously.

"Against any enemy below Gold, Chronos is unkillable. It doesn't matter where and how many of them are arrayed against him. As long as he has energy left, and which he has in abundance, thanks to you and your little modification, he would at the very least be able to escape. In fact, I am rather looking forward to see how many biomechs he could take down this time. Anything less than a full five hundred thousand would be a disgrace to his name." The Ancestor replied.

"Anything less than half the army prepared to destroy entire countries is a disgrace?" I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation.

"Considering the number of races and their armies which would probably total up to hundreds of millions, anything less by one of our top fighters would be devastatingly worrying." The Ancestor said seriously. "But enough about Bruce. Let him do his job. You focus on yours now. Locate the leader and kill him."

"Of course." I replied and cast out my resonance as far and as wide as I could.