The message he had just received flashed through Gu Yunyou's mind. Then, looking at the situation in the arena, a mysterious glint passed through his calm eyes.
Without drawing attention to himself, he glanced at the group of instructors. All authority over the arrangements rested in those few people's hands.
When he saw that shiny bald head, the corners of Gu Yunyou's lips curved slightly, and his gaze instead grew calm.
"What is it?"
Mu Fan glanced at the Sky Communicator, which once again displayed an unreachable notice, then turned and asked.
"I'm thinking about how I should surrender later."
Young Master Gu revealed a charming smile.
By now, the stands for both sides had gradually fallen silent. For Dingchuan Academy, the thrill of victory brought by the first three matches had been completely erased by the successive hard-fought battles. Everyone on both sides frowned as they watched the arena.
Song Feiguang sat dejectedly in the preparation area. Four other cadets with equally guilty expressions sat beside him. He had long lost the high spirits he had at the beginning.
The heart-palpitating pressure that came at him when facing his opponent head-on had thrown his mindset into disarray from the very start.
When his mecha had been trampled beneath his opponent's feet, that humiliation... made his entire body tremble.
Yet the final result was that, after its engine had been destroyed, his mecha knelt at his opponent's feet in complete defeat, unable to struggle free until the very end.
This was not the kind of competition they wanted.
In the Dingchuan instructors' group, the four figures still stood side by side, but all their expressions were somewhat grave.
"Dingchuan is improving, but so are our opponents. This year, our academy has encountered a real ambush."
"This lesson..."
Bach gave a