Su Wei and the others were also following Yang Bo's match today.
To their surprise, Yang Bo won again, cleanly and decisively!
Hearing the discussions all around them, they pricked up their ears to listen.
"Little Bull Runs Fast is simply incredible!"
"Exactly! Look at the hand speed in his settlement screen—it hasn't even reached the standard of a Beginner Mecha Pilot!"
"But Little Bull Runs Fast has an exceptional grasp of timing."
"That's only one part of it. More importantly, his opponent seemed to have something wrong with his brain!"
"You can't put it that way. If it were me, a pilot of a 44th Generation Mecha, I'd have assumed Little Bull Runs Fast needed the basic data provided by the mecha's optical computer for calculations."
"Who would've thought Little Bull Runs Fast was even stronger than expected?"
"It seems that in the mecha pilot profession, the pilot's individual ability is what matters most."
"I think so too. Look at how Little Bull Runs Fast defeated a 14th Generation Mecha with a Training Mecha—and beat it head-on at that!"
"Bullshit!"
"That 14th Generation Mecha pilot was an idiot!"
"Using jamming missiles was an utterly pig-brained choice! He wiped out every advantage his mecha had!"
"The 14th Generation Mecha had an advanced Intelligent System, advanced radar, and an advanced optical computer!"
"Yet because that idiot used jamming missiles, all those advantages were gone!"
"I seriously suspect that guy's factional leaning isn't what he made it look like!"
"Because this match proved just how important the mecha pilot is."
Su Wei and the others knew about the conflict between the two major factions within the mecha pilot profession.
But what they cared about more was everyone's assessment of Yang Bo.
They stopped their mecha training and went to find Yang Bo.