Chapter 1 The Despair

Huo Nan pointed to his head but didn't speak, just holding the pose there, causing the barrage to explode, especially the Martians. They hadn't expected Tianjing Mech Academy to hide so deeply. Such a small guy was actually a *liuxin* martial artist, almost getting them ambushed. Too bad it was useless. The great Martian men were gods with both strength and wisdom. This was definitely a display of tactics and information. At this moment, Mad Warrior also fell into silence and helplessness. He absolutely believed that Mu Ou could defeat Romero, but... The tactical room of Tianjing Mech Academy was deathly silent. Cheng Konghai was strong, so strong. His terrifying individual strength and mech skills allowed him to find a glimmer of opportunity in a passive situation, but Du Lang was even fiercer. As expected of the God of Wolf Martial Arts. That last move must have been a teleportation ability, a trump card he hadn't planned to use if he hadn't been controlled by Ant's Deep Space Intimidation.

Indeed, Romero had revealed all his cards, but even if the opponent knew, what could you do!

The fans of Wolf Martial Arts on the scene celebrated wildly, hailing the great Romero, the great Martian warrior.

The Earth audience was silent. At this moment, the Tianjing Mech Academy campus was even more desolate. Everyone's eyes were filled with despair. Failure wasn't unacceptable, after all, it was Wolf Martial Arts. What was hard to accept was that their Li Hao, their Mu Ou, was directly targeted by tactics. If they had known this, why hadn't they sent Cheng Konghai up first? That would have been so much better!

Tianjing had a chance to win! Who was commanding!

The vanguard battle was a crucial first move, so why send Wu Zang up???

Could they have been worried that Romero would grab the first match? The two sides' players entered the arena and adjusted their equipment. Dual-core fission engine, "Blood Moon Fury." Klein hurriedly knelt on the ground, head lowered.

The Mu Ou fans were also very helpless. Losing because the overall strength was lacking was one thing, but this was too frustrating, being directly exchanged by a substitute.

Don't blame me, everyone, after all, Fan Liwei had already tried his best. That monster actually had a terrifying teleportation ability. Who could defend against that?

"All that preparation for nothing. Qu Yun is too disappointing," Klein said, swinging his legs under the table. "What was Ant doing? He couldn't even handle a Fan Liwei, just relying on his old tricks. Boss, this time your championship has an opponent." On the Wolf Martial Arts side, the one coming up was naturally the substitute, Bu Weisiban.

Outside the Tianjing Mech Academy's tactical room, Ant returned, head lowered, without a word.

Seemingly with all sorts of big moves, just to make the opponent lower their guard, Bu Weisiban took a deep breath. The Centaur King suddenly launched an attack, steel hooves heavily stomping on the ground. My heart, my strength, are at their peak.

It wasn't a complaint, but despair, deep helplessness. The scene was also filled with boos and cheers. The Martians were the most depressed. Mu Ou had gotten cocky this time, a pig-like commander. A country bumpkin who only fooled around online had revealed his true colors in the S-match, being completely suppressed and rubbed into the ground by Du Lang in terms of commanding skills.

"What? Nonsense! Seventh Bro won't lose!" Qu Yunrong was frustrated after losing the match. After all, she was eliminated, but after thinking about losing to Vulcan, there was nothing she could do about it. Once she thought it through, she recovered and then remembered Ma Long's match.

Bu Weisiban chose the Centaur King mech. He didn't want to fight Qu Yun in a humanoid mech, using the most common half-beast from Mars to carve out a piece of the sky. Dual-engine nuclear fission seven-axis drive, laser eye, chest-mounted laser cannon, K23 Skyfire Spear.

Outside the Wolf Martial Arts' battle room, there was jubilation. Fan Liwei had expended a lot in that match, but his foundation was solid enough that it wouldn't affect him too much.

"Damn, what are you all doing? Cheer up. As long as the match hasn't started, Seventh Bro definitely has a way. You don't understand him enough!" Zuo Xiaotang didn't care at all. "Get me a chair. Damn, that Baster bastard was too ruthless, my waist is about to break." The Prometheus team members looked at each other....

The Martians cheered again and again, hoping that they could really pull off a surprise victory. After all, one side had momentum like a rainbow, while the other side's morale had plummeted. Looking at Ma Long's half-dead appearance, everyone's hearts probably turned cold.

Maxis on the scene had no expression, his brow furrowed. He didn't think it would be that simple, but in reality, Tianjing Mech Academy was indeed forced into a desperate situation, with one foot already eliminated. Could there still be any chance?

Although Fan Liwei's expression was cool, it could be seen that he was in a very, very good mood. "Brothers, stay calm. The match hasn't started yet, so don't be careless. Continue to fight steadily, pass this stage, and this year's championship will be ours!" Going there doesn't increase experience, winning against Tianjing, the momentum will rise.

Will it be so extreme?

The tactical room was still very depressing. The remaining eight people in Wolf Martial Arts were not weak, but none of them were Ma Long's opponents. But leaving the finale to Romero?

Ma Long returned to the tactical room. This defeat was expected. This was someone who even Fan Liwei, Chao Qinglong, and Qu Yunrong had defeated. Letting me, who could win against Bu Weisitong with one hand.

Chao Qinglong, Offie, Robbie, and others on the scene had solemn expressions. This... was a bit difficult. The waste of those seven years had too much of an impact on Ant. Ordinary people felt that Ant was fighting very fiercely, even forcing Du Lang into a desperate situation, but in reality, they could see that Ant's tactics were a bit slick, still relying on his old tricks. Also a *liuxin* martial artist, Ant's level was unstable, so he had to fight quickly and decisively. In comparison, Fan Liwei was much more composed, and he was holding back. Even if the team battle was no longer very likely, Fan Liwei still avoided consuming energy with Cheng Konghai in a situation where he knew he could win steadily.

But even winning quickly was only one point.

Zero to two, they were about to be eliminated. Zuo Xiaotang was furious when he heard the news.

"Oldest, put away your knees!" Bei Tan knelt on one knee. Depuyat's Eternal Team cheered. They hadn't gone to the scene. The exchange match had made the Eternal Team a joke. Whether it was Depuyat or his team members, they were holding back a stomach full of anger, but they also knew that as mech pilots, showing off their verbal skills was meaningless. They were preparing for the S-match. As long as they won the championship, all opponents would be ants. And Depuyat, who was wary of Tianjing Mech Academy, was about to be eliminated at the start. How could he not be happy?

The Centaur King fully accelerated, the spear burning with red flames. "Even if I have to perish together with my opponent, I will win."

"Right Bro, 加油, it's all up to you!" Teacher Ma massaged Romero's shoulders. The overly healed Yu couldn't go on stage at all, and it felt like it would be a waste if he did.

Klein nodded quickly and ran to the compartment to close the door. The air in the Hailong lounge solidified, silent. They all knew that Xi Wai'an was angry.

Ma Long entered the arena. There was no other way. He had to go first, suppressing the opponent's choice by one. That way, only two people would be left for Qu Yunrong.

"Damn, Ant was killed as soon as he came back!" Qu Yunrong, who had suffered a great loss at Ma Long's hands before, was still very calm in such an advantageous situation.

"Haha, Mu Jiang is angry, getting anxious. Not bad, he still has some skill, but it's a pity. What to do? Tianjing is about to be eliminated. I think this trip to the World Championship will give him a long memory." The Fire Woman laughed unscrupulously. It was obvious that she could see that Ma Long's emotions were wrong. His skill was beyond doubt, but what was the use? After the match, I'm going to interview Mu Jiang.

Romero stood up. He hadn't come to his senses yet. He never dreamed that he was just messing around, dealing damage in team battles. This first match was also his first S-match, and it was actually a life-or-death situation.

Blitzing Celestial Horse Spear Piercing the Rainbow!

"Oldest, awesome!"

A Centaur King, a Marksman King, actually, to be on the safe side, directly send up the Centaur King. Neither Romero nor Li Hao could handle it. Mad Warrior's eyes were unwavering. Since he had come, since he had chosen to believe, even if he walked one path to the end, he accepted it. White Night Saber, super系, medium-sized mech, 90 tons (use)

Hoo---

The atmosphere in the lounge was great. Everyone didn't expect Tianjing Mech Academy to be reduced to such a state. It seemed that Ma Long was still a bit arrogant. His thinking was still stuck seven years ago. Little did he know that everyone had grown a lot during these seven years. Should it or shouldn't it be that Qu Yunrong really valued it, pushing tactics to the extreme? Whoever underestimates the enemy will be defeated! The fully powered Centaur King directly charged towards the White Night mech. At the last moment, the White Night mech shifted horizontally, and the Blood Moon was unsheathed.

A red light flashed.

Li Hao thought of his own glow, actually once thinking he could show his face, what a joke. This strength, this rhythm. The Baster's Vulcan team watching from outside the player lounge was also very surprised. Was this too confident, or too cautious? Something felt wrong somewhere.

Centaur King k-hel

"Go, confinement for an hour, good good calm calm." Xi Wai'an restrained his killing intent and said lightly.

"Oldest, Ant was caught by Fan Liwei. Even if Brother Li wins a match, what's left is the most useless Li Hao and Romero. On the Wolf Martial Arts side, there's still Fao and Barrett. This…"

The Centaur King rushed over, but only its upper body was left behind.

How to fight?

This was simply not giving Tianjing even the slightest opportunity. This was the battle for the top 16. If it were any team other than the top seven, Tianjing Mech Academy could have steadily advanced. You really couldn't say Tianjing was weak.

On the Hailong side, the cheering outside was still going on. The audience hadn't left the arena yet. There was still a replay on the scene. The Moon people were still celebrating.

Almost invincible ability.

The key was that the opponent's substitute, Bu Weisiban, was still quite happy. What if he won?

Two mobile suits entered the arena. The battle environment was—the arena.

The atmosphere was dull and hopeless. Only Ma Long and Romero were left. "Isn't there still two matches?" Zuo Xiaotang said.

ro medium-sized mech, 90 tons

"Tianjing Mech Academy has won a small round, there's still a chance. The current score is two to one. Let's look forward to the crucial fourth match!" Mad Warrior said, "Support Tianjing Mech Academy, support Mu Ou's partners, please continue to support Tianjing Mech Academy, please support Mu Ou God, he will definitely bring you victory!"

The smiling Klein suddenly received a slap. The whole person flew out and smashed into the wall. The lounge was deathly silent, shrouded in Xi Wai'an's strange killing intent.

The Centaur King mech, as soon as it entered the arena, waved the Skyfire Spear to signal the audience, let out a roar, and Bu Weisiban entered Burning Will. He wasn't going to play any fancy tricks with Mu Ou. He was going to f*** him as soon as he came up.

Ma Long chose the White Night Saber. This was Mu Ou's first S-match, and it might be his last. The Blood Moon had already returned to its sheath.

"Next match I'll go, get a first move, and the rest is up to you," Ma Long said.

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