Fu Hua's Astral Ring ultimate feels like it lacks a bit of impact

"Hmph, of course. A competition like this was a piece of cake for me, wasn't it?" o(′^｀)o

Cion showed Stelle his Aether Coin as well. It also had eight stars on it.

Clearly, he had qualified for the finals.

"See that? I came in third."

Cion somehow pulled out a red baseball cap with a ball printed on it and put it on his head, then let the White Devil—the Dimensional Prankster—climb onto his shoulder.

Then he tucked his Aether Coin inside his clothes.

"Hey, where did you pull that hat out from?"

"Heh, just third place? I came in second."

Stelle gave a disdainful laugh. How could a mere third-place finisher compare to her, the runner-up?

"You probably just got lucky. My opponent was Uncle Yang! And get this—his Aether Spirits were the Dawn Squad mechs. Seriously, wasn't that cheating? I had to fight four of them."

Thinking about it still gave Cion lingering fear. He had really come within a hair's breadth of losing.

Once Welt's Aether Spirits activated their ultimate, they could transform into four mechs and fight together. If Cion had not been slightly more skilled in the end—and if those mechs had not merely had higher stats without any special mechanics—he would have been completely finished.

"Huh, Uncle Yang came too? Where is he? Wasn't he with you?"

March 7th looked behind Cion, but unfortunately, the Trailblaze Crew's elder was nowhere to be found.

"No need to look. Mr. Welt only came to participate in the tournament on the side. Running into him was purely a coincidence, and after the match, he went to the Mechanical Tribe."

Old Yang had entered the tournament mainly because the newly added golden Aether Spirits included the Dawn Squad. They could transform into mechs!

And there were four colors