Before long, two basic Wanderer Mechas had been positioned on opposite sides of the arena, facing each other on one knee. Both competing Mecha Pilots had already changed into skintight pilot suits.
The rules of this friendly match were simple. Both sides would use the same basic Wanderer Mecha, and could choose any weapons from the standard loadout to suit their fighting style!
The battle would take place on the ground within the Training Room, under standard Twin Stars gravity—approximately 1.3 times Earth's gravity. All tactics were permitted, and the fight would continue until one Mecha lost its ability to fight.
On the left side of the crowd, Gustav stood surrounded by admirers, radiating an imposing presence!
Beneath his specially made red-and-gold bodysuit, bulging slabs of explosive muscle stood out across his body.
His polished black steel prosthetic limbs were fully exposed, gleaming with a cold, sinister light. Combined with his piercing gaze and towering, powerful frame, he looked like a savage beast ready to devour its prey!
As for our other contestant, he had an average build and an average face, the sort who would disappear into a crowd... All right! Let's turn the camera toward the spectators!
The squad leader: "..."
In the spectator area, the two races had divided into two clearly separated groups, each supporting their own contestant. The Sea Race's side was brimming with confidence!
"Did that brat actually say he was going to beat Lord Gustav? I've never seen anyone so shameless! Who does he think he is?"
"Exactly! That guy must have a screw loose! Three enemy mechs destroyed? Hahaha! What a joke! With a record like that, he's not even fit to carry Lord Gustav's shoes!"
"How many moves do you think Lord Gustav will need to take that brat down?"
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