Within the blue mist...
The shield in the Extreme Soldier's hand tilted and shifted at a strange angle, while its legs moved through mysterious footwork, keeping the mech in a defensive posture at all times.
"Ah!"
Bojabiri suddenly cried out in alarm. "The black Extreme Soldier seemed to merely adjust its direction, turning the original eight simultaneous incoming cannonballs into... eight consecutive hits taken by the shield!"
"Those water-arrow cannons seemed to be crashing straight into the shield."
"What terrifying awareness and insight!"
Bojabiri finally "lost his composure," letting out a cry befitting a normal man.
"Oh, I'm wet!"
The stands fell silent for a moment before instantly erupting with a terrifying wave of curses.
"F-u-c-k!"
"Wet my ass!"
"Get lost, you freak!"
If the commentator's booth had not been suspended in midair, the furious students in the stands would probably have beaten Bojabiri's face swollen.
Amid booming explosions, blue mist completely swallowed the Extreme Soldier.
The line of sight between the two mechs was completely cut off.
No, strictly speaking, it was the Extreme Soldier's vision that had been completely blocked.
"Now!"
Light flared in Hemingway's eyes. Clownfish's hands moved rapidly as it drew a five-meter-long spear from its back!
The tail of the spear was a dull yellow, but its tip was a strange, vivid red!
Red as blood!
Variegated Thrust!
In an instant, the multicolored figure streaked across the arena like a long rainbow.
"Ah!"
Countless cries of alarm rang out at once.
—BOOM!
A terrifying wave of fire surged from the mist.
Before anyone could react, a multicolored figure flew out at an angle and landed unsteadily.
It was Clownfish, its hands empty.
Hemingway's doubtful voice came through. "How... is that possible?"
The audience did not understand that baffling remark. Bojabiri, the blond pervert, did