The worn and dilapidated cloak appeared, with two faint green flames lighting up from the darkness.
A silhouette emerged, still holding that heavy, primitive metal short stick.
The Fighter Instructor finally appeared in front of Mu Fan.
"Kid, have you encountered some troubles recently?"
The aged voice sounded like he was catching up with an old friend, yet his tone was very bland.
Mu Fan scratched his head, "Just some minor issues, but I feel I need your guidance now."
"In which aspects?"
"Strength, speed, martial arts skills, and then coordination between personal ability and mecha level."
The metal-clad hand armor rotated with the interlocking of fingers, the metal stick slowly spinning in the palm, two lingering green flames flickered for a moment, then the head beneath the cloak lifted.
Mu Fan still could not see through the black mist.
