Kuiper Belt, Uranus.
"Lin Fan, you'll be up soon. Are you confident?"
Saunders looked at Lin Fan with some concern.
Over the past few months, the Federation had practically praised Lin Fan as a god descended to earth. If he made even one mistake later, the entire Federal Fleet would lose face.
"Don't worry, Marshal. No problem!"
"Good. As long as you're confident! We'll watch your performance from here!"
"Alright, then I'll head to the hangar and get ready!"
With that, Lin Fan left the bridge and headed for the hangar.
Half an hour later, with one minute remaining before the battle began, both sides had already taken their positions at their respective starting points, waiting only for the signal to begin.
Lin Fan's brain was working frantically, running his planned tactics through simulation again and again in his mind, checking for any remaining flaws in the details.
This level of computation was practically that of a supercomputer. Among all humanity, Lin Fan, whose brain development had reached 30%, was likely the only one capable of it.
As the virtual screen in the cockpit flashed a notification that the match had begun, Lin Fan gripped the throttle with his left hand and shoved it upward. The mech instantly shot forward, quickly reaching maximum speed.
The sight startled everyone watching the live broadcast.
In Zhang Hu's previous match against Li Cangqiong, the two had also weaved through the field of planetary debris at high speed, but neither had gone all out. Even two-thirds speed would have been impressive.
But Lin Fan was truly advancing at full speed. His entire mech became a streak of light, constantly darting through the complex environment.
On the other side, the eight-man team.
"Everyone, pay attention. None of us can defeat the Commander in a one-on-one