Neither side could gain the upper hand, so there was no point in continuing the fight.
Even if Elder Byron Peckin was unwilling, he knew that he couldn't do anything about Mo Tianyun!
Over the past ten days, Mo Tianyun has been using his Wisdom Heart to experience all the mecha capabilities and combat skills demonstrated by Elder Byron Peckin's mecha piloting techniques, and has already learned most of them.
If the fight continues, Mo Tianyun will find it increasingly easier, and may even be able to easily deal with the attacks from Elder Byron Peckin.
"Old dog, weren't you barking so arrogantly before? I'm standing right here, so come on over here!"
Mo Tianyun was still challenging him with undiminished enthusiasm!
Although Elder Byron Peckin's heart was burning with rage, his anger erupted like a volcano, uncontrollably surging outwards.
However, he knew that such anger would only make him lose his composure and rationality, solve no problems, and might even cause bigger trouble.
Mo Tianyun is not someone he can suppress right now.
So he began to hold his breath, taking deep breaths to calm himself down, realizing he needed to control his anger.
"Mo Tianyun, don't be too smug. Although we are evenly matched today, it's far too early for you to shake the foundation of my noble faction by yourself!"
"As long as the Zerg continue their invasion, the common people of the Oron Empire will only ever be the lowest of slaves. This is the inevitable trend, this is the current situation, and it is a situation that you alone cannot change!"
"Our noble faction controls the vast majority of the resources of the Oron Empire. We nobles have more powerful members than your commoner faction, especially in the middle and lower classes, where our strength is ten or even a hundred times greater than that of your commoners!"
At this point, Elder Byron Peckin stared at Mo Tianyun and sneered, "So, what qualifications do you commoners have, and what makes you think you can fight against us nobles!"
Because apart from the barren northern region of the empire, the other regions of the Oron Empire, such as the east, south, and west, were firmly controlled by aristocratic factions.
Its mineral resources, science and technology, biological materials, and defensive capabilities all completely overwhelmed the northern part of the empire, where the commoner faction resided.
The only advantage of the commoners faction is its population.
However, this is also the biggest disadvantage of the commoner faction, because resources in the northern part of the empire are already scarce, and when spread among the huge commoner population, they become even scarcer.
"You don't need to worry about that. From now on, I will control the northern part of the empire. I alone am enough to defend against the invading Zerg. As long as I am here, I will be able to support all the people in the northern part of the empire!"
Mo Tianyun's divine mecha grew increasingly imposing, seemingly aiming to reach for the heavens. The aura it emitted subtly caused the void to tremble and the heavens and earth to groan.
"I will personally shatter the so-called current situation and change the situation controlled by your noble faction. This is a world ruled by the strong. As long as I become strong enough, the current situation will be nothing to me!"
The aura emanating from Mo Tianyun continued to rise, making Elder Byron Peckin feel a slight threat.
Break the imperial stalemate and change the fate of ordinary people.
This was a vow that Mo Tianyun had made long ago.
When poor, one should cultivate one's own virtue; when successful, one should benefit all under heaven.
From this moment on, he finally has the ability to begin to realize his grand ambitions!
"It's utterly foolish. You actually oppose me for the sake of some lowly commoners. Sometimes I really can't understand you people of the commoner faction. You help these lowly commoners, but I ask you, what benefit do they bring you?"
"On the contrary, our noble faction, from small families to large families, eventually all the resources are gathered in my hands. I can have whatever I want. Isn't that wonderful?"
Elder Byron Peckin questioned Mo Tianyun.
"You would never understand the suffering we commoners have endured. For a piece of moldy bread, for a bowl of porridge that even the beasts you nobles raise wouldn't eat, we would fight to the death, all for the hope of survival!"
Mo Tianyun still remembers the five years he lived in the slums of Uluru-Xinghanshan City. In those slums with millions of inhabitants, people starved to death on the streets and froze to death in the alleys every day.
The term "poor village" does not refer to a single village, but rather to a general area on the outskirts of a city.
“Tell me, in the eyes of you nobles, aren’t we commoners living, breathing human beings? Don’t we deserve houses, food, wealth, and dignity? Can’t we live a good life? Are we, the commoners, destined to have our fate controlled by you so-called high and mighty nobles from the moment we are born?”
Mo Tianyun’s voice was strong and clear as he repeatedly questioned Elder Byron Peckin.
The latter remained aloof, his expression nonchalant.
Clearly, Elder Byron Peckin did not take Mo Tianyun's words to heart.
"As you just said, this is a world ruled by the strong, a world dominated by the strong. We nobles are the strong you speak of. You commoners are born to be ruled by us. The strong rule the weak; this is an immutable law of nature!"
Elder Byron Peckin said slowly and deliberately.
The conversation between the two was completely recorded by Corey and Elder Darren Jonah using a long-range observation camera.
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