"In light of your unity, Grandpa here will give you one last chance. Surrender now with your hands up, and I’ll spare your lives!" Sixth Hoffman waved the large machete in his cha’s hand.
The machete swung with vigor, fierce winds followed, its blade sharp and unbloodied.
Jay Brown endured the pain in his body, his eyes resolute, "I—will never surrender!"
This was the pride he was sworn to protect unto death.
"Fine, quite spirited." Old Campbell dropped his casual deanor, "Since that’s the case, Grandpa will see you off!"
The machete cut through the cold air, splitting the blinding sunlight, and headed straight for Jay Brown.
This move was executed with sixty percent of Sixth Hoffman’s strength.
Jay Brown had already spent most of his psychic energy, and his cha had sustained various damages. The chances of withstanding this strike were almost zero.
Though Samuel Hoffman wanted to step forward, he couldn’t extract himself from the situation.
The sa went for everyone else.
As the sharp edge of the blade approached his face, the next second, the shadow in his pupils suddenly stopped, replaced by a flash of bright silver.
That mont, at the arrival of the silver cha’s master, all the fierce fighting ground to a halt.
She alone could effortlessly intimidate everyone.
"Stop fighting."
Her tone was as calm as could be, yet it carried an oppressive force that demanded submission.
On the chaotic battlefield, only a few wanderers and students from the cha Academy remained.
Seizing the opportunity, Samuel Hoffman struck at Sixth Hoffman with his weapon, aiming to avenge Jay Brown, but midway through his attack, it was stopped in mid-air by an invisible force.
After a brief second, it exploded like fireworks.
Sixth Hoffman was startled and cursed towards Samuel Hoffman’s direction, "You little brat, dare to sneak attack? Believe it or not, Grandpa will beat you so bad, you’ll cry for your daddy and mommy!"
Samuel Hoffman wasn’t one to show weakness, "If you’re up for it, co on, bullying the weak, even if I lose, it’s no disgrace to !"
Sixth Hoffman was seething with rage, just about to advance when Hannah stopped him.
"Boss!"
Hannah looked at him, "I said stop."
Sixth Hoffman, puzzled, "Aren’t we fighting anymore?"
"The defenses are broken, there’s no point in continuing." Hannah turned around.
The silver cha opened.
This was the first ti Jay Brown truly saw Hannah.
Just like in the visual material, yet not quite the sa, at this mont she was vivid, radiant, and flamboyant—an existence more dazzling than the sun itself.
Without any hesitation, Jay Brown followed Hannah and opened the cockpit hatch, then jumped straight down.
Apart from Hannah and Jay Brown, the others remained on high alert.
Looking at the young man who approached her, Hannah examined him, then asked with a smile, "Are you their leader?"
Jay Brown, filled with excitent and joy, managed to keep a composed face, "I am not... cough, I an, yes, it’s ."
"Are you a student from the cha Academy?"
"Yes, I am."
Jay Brown was a bit nervous... no, very nervous. He wanted to look at the person before him, yet didn’t dare et those eyes directly.
"Do you... recognize ?" Hannah asked, sowhat uncertain.
She just thought this young man in front of her was quite interesting; he seed young yet mature. Although she hadn’t made an appearance on the battlefield, she was intimately familiar with the situation on the empire’s side.
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