The Phantom fighter responded and flew out, crashing directly into an abandoned building, rolling deep inside, sending dust flying. Deep Space Ant – Forceful Punch!

The next moment, the Phantom fighter burst through the ruins and soared into the air. Klein pursed his lips and checked the condition of his mech. It seemed he still had to be careful of this hothead.

Whoosh…

The Phantom fighter swooped down, its iron fist ready to strike. The speed of the Phantom fighter was extremely fast, showing no sign of slowing down. Boom…

The two mobile suits disappeared simultaneously, suddenly accelerating and shooting into the sky. The Phantom fighter's two titanium swords frantically pursued Cheng Konghai. At full speed, the Phantom fighter instantly created five or six afterimages in the air, followed by an increasing speed, with more than a dozen Phantom fighters suddenly enveloping the Ironclad Fist.

Abyssal Mantis – Severing Matrix!

Without any fancy moves, it was a frenzied and reckless assault. The Ironclad Fist curled into a ball, the mech hovering in the air, shaking and dodging wildly, its arms guarding like a shield. The enraged Klein didn't care about all that; he wanted to tear Cheng Konghai to pieces.

All martial arts in the world can be broken with speed!

Both mechs utilized their extreme hovering abilities. The immense golden Zone field allowed both mobile suits enough aerial maneuverability, signifying the two pilots' comprehension of Flowing Heart Martial Arts at this stage.

Throughout the entire S-tournament, only a handful could achieve this. There were quite a few who had reached Flowing Heart Martial Arts, but very few had mastered it to this extent. And they were merely the vanguards of their respective teams.

Having suffered some losses, Klein bombarded the Ironclad Fist with a barrage of attacks, but his movements were extremely swift and rhythmic. Cheng Konghai tried to counterattack multiple times, but was suppressed. No matter how fast his momentary burst of speed, it couldn't match the Phantom fighter's already accelerated attack. As long as he dared to make any slightly larger movements, he would be pierced through by Klein first.

All Cheng Konghai could do was endure Klein's burst of attacks.

The Ironclad Fist suddenly dropped, but the Phantom fighter was even faster. The mech suffered more than a dozen sword strikes. Completely dodging was impossible. Both sides possessed tremendous skill, and their evasion reflexes were even faster, but the Phantom fighter was simply too fast.

Everyone watching felt a sense of suffocation. The two mobile suits fought from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground back to the sky, one attacking with all their might, the other defending with all their might. But the attacker wasn't simply attacking, and the defender wasn't simply defending.

As the Phantom fighter's two stinger blades transformed into countless beams of sword light enveloping the Ironclad Fist, a howling sound, like a lonely lament from the depths of space, reverberated. It was Klein's Abyssal Deep Bass Cannon!

Cheng Konghai didn't put up with nonsense either. While his arms continuously and precisely shifted to block the attacks, he unleashed a non-discriminatory Deep Space Intimidation, and the two pilots' golden Zones collided in a dazzling display of fireworks in mid-air.

Any object within a thirty-meter radius was instantly shattered upon entering the area, leaving nothing but barrenness in its wake. These weren't just two mobile suits; they were practically abyssal demonic machines!

Yet, the two combatants were extremely excited, showing no concern for stamina or Zone value, continuously engaging in high-intensity exchanges. With each collision, neither yielded. The clash of golden Zones and the confrontation of mechs were pushed to their absolute limits. Any local setback would be met with a devastating and destructive storm.

The feeling of pent-up energy was filled with suffocating pressure, but when the camera focused on the two pilots, Cheng Konghai wore a calm expression, even a hint of disdain at the corner of his lips, completely nonchalant. Meanwhile, Klein wore a smile, his excitement overflowing, showing no pressure or caution whatsoever…

Not to mention the audience at the venue, even the experts in the contestant area were dumbfounded. In the past, although there were differences in strength among the top eight, they weren't usually that significant, at most the difference between captains.

But what the hell was this?

Wouldn't both of these guys be captain-level on any team?

The one who felt it most deeply was Long Danni in the crowd. It was the finals, and Long Danni had quietly arrived at the VIP section of the venue, accompanied by Hailong and other academy principals. Long Danni hadn't told Li Hao and the others; she didn't want to disrupt their rhythm because she believed Li Hao could handle everything. Looking at Cheng Konghai, who was full of confidence and passion, Long Danni felt a surge of emotion and pride in her decision to withstand the pressure and give the special admission spot to Cheng Konghai. After the decision was made, she not only faced a lot of criticism but also received inquiries from the Earth Military Academy Committee. Although they couldn't overturn her decision, it was definitely a challenge to her judgment. But what about now?

She could feel the envy and incomprehension from the surrounding principals. They were all envious of Long Danni's luck; she had truly stumbled upon something amazing. But would someone else in this position have given Li Hao a chance? Would they have allowed him to be so "reckless"?

If you trust someone, don't doubt them; if you doubt someone, don't use them!

"I probably couldn't last a minute in this kind of fight," Depuya said, sticking out his tongue. Before the top eight, he thought he was just unlucky. By the semi-finals, he thought he could compete if he had better luck. After seeing this, he felt like he was just filling a spot.

Aofei bit her finger. "Klein's speed combined with the Phantom fighter is the fastest in the entire S-tournament, but everyone has overlooked his strength. With enough momentum, he's not afraid of the ant's strength. The ant's strength is useless if it can't hit Klein at its peak."

"With Klein's speed, he might even achieve bullet-time effects. Attacks that seem very fast to us would become slow to him. The ant's attacks are fierce, but honestly, they don't pose a threat."

"That guy isn't using illusions; it's pure speed. Is this also a golden Zone ability?" Yan Peng frowned. He was a strength-type, directly manifesting as muscle power to enhance the mech's control and endurance.

"Yan Peng, you haven't truly understood the golden Zone yet. Muscle enhancement is just the body's reinforcement to withstand the backlash from the golden Zone. You're still in the adaptation phase. The ant and Klein are directly manifesting as strength and speed. In essence, it's the same as fire or wind, a presentation of genetic power. They've already passed this adaptation phase," Chao Qinglong said.

"So, they have sufficient physical strength?"

Chao Qinglong smiled. Don't be fooled by Klein and Cheng Konghai's thin and weak appearance; it's just a facade. New humans who have awakened the golden Zone can't be judged like that. In reality, both of them have the strength of explosive steel bodies.

Among the hunters, the gap has already widened. Only Chao Qinglong could see it more clearly.

"The ant is also amazing. He wasted five years, yet he still has this level of skill. His technique is very solid. He's undergone a qualitative change from his previous reckless style. He directly evades the Phantom's attacks when necessary."

"But speed is still king. His strength is useless if he can't hit. He's too slow. But then again, it's the Ironclad Fist. Other mechs would have been unable to withstand it long ago. Master Jiabo is a bit awesome, tailoring it perfectly."

The mech's key parts were made of pure titanium, covered with K23, making the whole thing like a combat fortress. Although it was a great drain on the pilot, as long as Cheng Konghai could hold on, it wouldn't be a problem.

"Both sides are still testing each other," Maxis said with a smile. "You can tell they're both looking forward to and cherishing this opportunity." Everyone was confused. Testing?

Was this still testing?

"The current Flowing Heart Martial Arts is a bit superficial. Most people have reached the mental state and have some understanding, but they can't truly unleash it because their bodies can't withstand the backlash of this power. But Cheng Konghai and Klein have completely adapted. Moreover, both of them have pure personalities and clear goals. In other words, their abilities allow them to control such mobile suits like ordinary people handling knives. They have complete control. Cheng Konghai's strength is definitely not just his great power," Maxis continued.

Chao Qinglong was not far away. They exchanged glances, old rivals. After Li Hao and Shilian returned, their grudges faded. In a way, they admired each other.

Chao Qinglong stood up. Maxis didn't sit; both of them walked to the middle. The team members in the middle quickly stood up and gave them their seats. "Watching the excitement feels a bit good."

"Haha, I wish we had met in the semi-finals." "You wanted to take me down?"

"No way, same to you."

Former rivals, a smile to bury the hatchet. In comparison, Fan Lewei was a bit jealous. His perspective had never reached Maxis's level. Although the proud him had lost, the dissatisfaction and discontent in his heart hadn't faded.

Bastar patted Vega. Vega was about to listen to the insights of the two big shots when someone dared to pat his shoulder. He wasn't some nobody. He turned around and was stunned to see it was Bastar. He could only stand up.

"Where's Romero?" Chao Qinglong asked.

"He went back," Bastar said indifferently. The lone wolf was probably clear about the consequences. The Martians were indifferent to this. The winner takes all; it's fate.

"It's a pity; I really wanted to spar with him."

Chao Qinglong and Maxis exchanged glances, a bit regretful. After Li Hao spoke, they went back and seriously watched the match. They discovered that in that final strike, no matter how they adjusted, it seemed like there was a lag, the slower it was, the more it lagged, completely off. Finally, they realized it was a problem with time.

Romero's final strike was desperate, and the cost was heavy. This was the backlash of the golden Zone. The stronger the power, the stronger the backlash. Without sufficient physical support, forcibly using it was no different from suicide.

But Romero was strong enough to survive using such pure power.

The three turned their gaze back to the arena. Under the Phantom fighter's frantic attacks, Cheng Konghai's defense had no flaws. There was a reason he chose the Ironclad Fist. Only a mech like the Ironclad Fist, with 360-degree defense and attack, could withstand the Phantom fighter's speed and best utilize Cheng Konghai's strengths.

Cheng Konghai had taken over a hundred sword strikes during this time, but he had blocked them very well. Although the attacks had landed, they could only leave deep sword marks on the Ironclad Fist, and this kind of damage only made Cheng Konghai more excited.

Every human has a period of decline, and Cheng Konghai was constantly adapting to the Phantom fighter's speed, increasing the accuracy of his blocks. Klein's speed surpassed Cheng Konghai, and Cheng Konghai's strength surpassed Klein's. Back then, Cheng Konghai's slight advantage was his ultimate defense and counterattack, instantly unleashing a powerful blow. But now, with the addition of mechs, the factors determining victory had become uncertain. With the added factor of the mech, could he still seize the opportunity?