There would definitely be a winner? Either Li Cangqiong would defeat Zhang Hu within ten minutes, or Zhang Hu would defeat Li Cangqiong after ten minutes?
The big shots were all somewhat puzzled. Lin Fan's prediction was far too precise—but what was it based on? After all, in their eyes, the two were evenly matched, and there was a strong possibility that neither side would be able to determine a victor.
"The main reasons are Li Cangqiong's combat experience and age. He has zero real combat experience, and he's only nineteen. Based on my observations, if he can't take Zhang Hu down within ten minutes, he'll become anxious and his performance will deteriorate!"
"Likewise, it'll be difficult to determine the winner within ten minutes. With zero combat experience, battles between experts often hinge on a split-second judgment, and that's precisely Li Cangqiong's weakness. Because he has never experienced real combat, when he encounters an opponent on his own level, he'll hesitate and become confused!"
"It can be said that Li Cangqiong's chance of defeating Zhang Hu within ten minutes is roughly 20%, while Zhang Hu's chance of defeating Li Cangqiong after ten minutes is 90%."
The big shots stared at Lin Fan as he spoke eloquently, astonished that he could assess the odds of victory between the two so precisely.
If Lin Fan's judgment was correct, then Li Cangqiong's chances of winning were truly slim!
As the big shots pondered this, the two mechs had already drawn very close. Both sides were doing their best to conceal themselves while searching for the other's position.
Li Cangqiong was the first to break the deadlock. He spotted Zhang Hu's position and pounced straight at him, raising the laser cannon in his hand.
However, Zhang Hu made a decision Li Cangqiong had never