Delight

"Wow, money really comes easy. When someone's luck is in, the money just comes pouring in." Bart's smug tone made the viewers in the Livestream Room want to strangle the bastard.

The Livestream Room had already begun reviewing the battle.

This included Liu Shanzhi's mech movement trajectory, as well as the trajectory of Bart's Energy Gun fire.

They even analyzed the interference range caused by the various fragment Energy Shock waves from the explosions of the twenty-four Micro Missiles.

The interference carried by the Micro Missiles could weaken the attack power of the laser released by an Energy Gun.

Yet the laser attack path fired from Bart's Energy Gun had happened to avoid the interference caused by those Micro Missiles.

If Bart's Energy Gun had fired directly through the Energy Wave impacts of the twenty-four Micro Missiles, the laser might not have been able to hit Liu Shanzhi at all.

There had been nothing wrong with Liu Shanzhi's mech evasion trajectory, and the route he had taken was exceptionally good.

When mechs exchanged Energy Gun fire, it was somewhat like soldiers on Earth moving in zigzags to evade enemy attacks.

There was no way to predict the other side's attack trajectory, and lasers were simply too fast.

Liu Shanzhi stood there in a daze for a full five minutes. He had completely broken down. This was five billion—five billion donated by so many classmates and friends.

Just last night, he had been planning how to win beautifully and earn praise from his teacher and fellow disciples.

Then, in less than five seconds, reality had slapped him hard across the face.

"Liu Shanzhi, get back here now. This isn't your fault." Feng Dewang knew just how devastating this blow was to Liu Shanzhi, and sternly rebuked him over the communications channel.