It was a very easy question to answer, of course, and one which needed no words on our part.

Seeing piles of dead mechas from a distance was one thing.

Actually walking past their massive carcasses which were piled high up to our eye level knowing that it was still filled with squealing live pilots who were all our seniors was a completely different thing.

"Ok she is pretty good." James finally said grudgingly as we walked past our tenth pile, with probably another thousand more to go.

"She only lost eight hundred mechas in total." Elise Wang said quietly.

Nobody replied her.

We were all in too much awe.

We knew that Sherry Lin, the heaven defyingly powerful warrior, was with her. But compared to her seniors, she was just another good fighter.

Sheera Lin's handywork which we were all beholding in all of its splendor was purely the work and result of her tactical and strategic ingenuity.

I felt a deep surge of pride as well as no small amount of relief at that moment, knowing that she was on my side and part of my little clique of friends.

I may be invincible against even a million, no, a billion practice mechas.

But it would be a complete pain in the ass to fight against a commander like her.

Her plans within plans within plans within plans would take alot even from me to deal with.

Just like the trap that we were about to spring at that moment on the unsuspecting enemy.

Who would have thought that the devastating and highly effective psychological attack upon them was just a cover for an even more devastating and effective ambush?

It was seriously impressive, and there was not a single dissenting voice that day that said a single negative thing about Sheera Lin among the powerhouse spectators.

None at all.

I checked.

But unlike her, there were plenty that spoke up against me, chief among them the two old fogeys with whom I just spent a crazy few days in a crazy adventure.

Oh yes. I found a recording of their conversation. Classified to the brim, under the most stringent digital lock and key, of course. But find them I did.

"What a lucky and slimy bastard. First he had to somehow manage to recover a portion of his power in the middle of the event. Then he was even shameless enough to make full use of it. And not just that, he even gifted his friends with stupid upgrades! Bastard! AND! He had to be so lucky so as to find himself in the same generation as the smartest and deadliest genius general in the entire history of China." The damned old ancestor cursed loudly.

"He really is like a slimy cockroach, isn't he?" My big bro chuckled.

"Not a cockcroach. He looks way too handsome to be a cockcroach. Probably a slimy lizard of sorts. A baby dragon." Jeanette Wen said fairly.

"He is the dragon of the Federation, afterall. I guess it is good that he is completely flipping the lessons we had planned for him. It would be distressing if he were to fail everything spectacularly instead." My big bro remarked.

"A future dragon. Right now he is a damned ten year old bastard who needs to learn the hard lessons up front first. Loss. Panic. His plans collapsing all around him.

Without the ability to deal with emergencies, he would just be another dead dragon. As you know, we have had many near dragons die already." The ancestor grumbled.

"None were prophesied by you. They don't really count." My big bro responded. "Plus, who's to say he did not face emergencies? His earlier battles looked pretty hard fought. The fact that he managed to succeed in dealing with them is probably evidence that he is indeed a hard to kill cockcroach of a dragon. The best kind of dragon, if you ask me." My big bro said.

The ancestor merely sighed and mumbled a few more curse words at me.

But that was it about me from them. They were, after all were said and done, firmly on my side. Their utter shameless attempts to bully me that day, though vicious as vicious can be, were surprisingly born out of goodwill towards me.

In another room, General Peter Long was having a heated argument with the other two generals about me.

"That bastard definitely has a secret tech. I say we confiscate his mecha and imprison him immediately to search for his secret. In such a critical time, I would need every single advancement in technology to be implemented in my army! God knows we would need every single mecha, and then some more, to just be able to stand our ground against the Europeans!" General Peter Long said heatedly.

"I disagree with imprisoning him. But we definitely need access to his mechas. And let's just be direct with the Whitefrosts. In the name of the Federation, let us just demand they give up their technology to the army!" Admiral Terry Wei commented.historical

"Why are you both so worked up? The Military High Command has been very generous and considerate of the Whitefrosts recently. They definitely know the secret already! Even if you don't trust the Whitefrosts, you can trust the Military High Command, right?" General Anthony Chang said objectively.

"Well... Yes. The Military High Command has proven itself competent enough. We can trust them." General Peter Long said grudgingly. "But it would be best if we can interview that Whitefrost bastard. I totally dislike his sneaky face. I really hope someone would be able to land a critical hit on his damn mecha's face somehow."

The other two generals could only chuckle and shake their heads at General Peter Long, the fiendishly competent but rather childish General of the Army.

I must have somehow very instinctively sensed his hostility and desire to punch my face, and responded appropriately on a very foundational and subconscious level.

Because strangely after that point, I was gripped by a deep desire to punch at the heads of the mechas, and that was exactly what I did.

"Mini competition." I announced loudly to my team of six (including Olivia) as soon as the five hundred came to view. "Headshots only. Winner gets one reasonable but undeniable favor from the rest of the team.

"You're on. But limit your power output to that of our level. No cheating!" James shouted loudly.

"Sure. Sounds fun." Margaret said in her basic confident voice.

"Bring it on!" Olivia said eagerly. She probably was itching to try out her new powers which I had just given her.

"Easy."

"Too easy." Came the reply from the twins in near unison.

"Alright then. If that's the case, the competition starts now!" I shouted and dashed quickly forward.

"For ruin! And a red dawn! Fooorthhhhh Eoorrrrrrshinggaaaaaaassss!!!" Cried James loudly and erroneously.

"Oh my god. Who is this dumbass leading us?" Came the instant shout from our rear.

"Is that from the show Duke of the Rings or something? I heard its pretty good."

"It's not Duke of the Rings. It's Count of the Rings. And yes, it's excellent!" Lied a kid next to him.

"Chargee!!"

I grinned at the relaxed atmosphere of the kids even though we were charging towards five hundred seniors who outnumber and outskill us by quite a significant margin.

Our victories had boosted our confidence to an incredible level, and even the daunting mission of dealing with such a powerful enemy seemed somehow doable.

Well, with six supercharged peak blue mecha level death gods leading the charge, they had an excellent reason to be confident.

Afterall, they had already seen us in action earlier.

"Who could stand against them? Not those sorry bastards in front of us!" They were probably thinking.

They weren't wrong.

I unleashed full power to my feet and relished the feeling of my incredible speed bringing my powerful mecha surging ahead of the rest of my team.

"Haaaiayaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!" I shouted in exhilaration.

BA-DUMP!

BA-DUMP!!

My heart pounded in pleasure and once again, I could feel my red mecha core quietly surge in strength and digesting speed.

"Awesome!" I thought happily as the first enemy mecha in front of me screamed out its battlecry before getting interrupted midcry by its armor blackening.

I fully expected the red mecha core to return to its dormant state once more. But to my utter and complete shock, it did not do so.

BA-DUMP!!

BA-DUMP!!

BA-DUMP!!

BA-DUMP!!

It continued to pump and stir as I bulled my way into the line of five hundred mechas!!

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" I laughed maniacally and started to subconsciously speed up my massacre of the five hundred.

"YES!! YESS!! COME AND DIEE YOU BASTARDS!!" I howled with great excitement!

BA-DUMP!!

BA-DUMP!!

BA-DUMP!!

The red mecha core continued to surge in strength, and speed up in its digesting process!!

Slowly but very very clearly, I could feel my resonance spiking and my sense of control over all the mechas I had imbued my strength in start to rise.