When these things, integrated with Fang Xiang's own understanding and years of developed unique style, were presented one by one in front of Fatty by a genius-level academy top student like her, one can only imagine the impact it had on Fatty.
It can be said that this battle was like an alarm bell, reminding Fatty. It was also like a key, opening a door in his mind. The hundreds of battle cases that Russell had instilled in his brain, both conventional and unconventional tactics, started to churn and coalesce as if something had stirred them.
Fatty's gaze left Fang Xiang and fell onto the real-time battle report sent back by the reconnaissance ship hidden in the Oasis Airspace.
On the virtual screen of the command platform, the image data in the report depicted scenes far more tragic than the main screen of the central control console of the {Holy Sword}.
