Those Who Court Attention
Would this group, which changed hands almost overnight, really send someone to participate in this competition?
In that case, do the participants belong to the existing forces or to the new controlling shareholders?
This is definitely another great title.
After a flurry of unrestrained Shanguang, people held their breath, patiently awaiting the start of the Interstellar Mecha Association's qualification review of Luoqi Heavy Industries.
Mu Fan walked to the Composite Mechanical Platform and sat down.
I also adjusted my posture so that my left arm could rest on my leg.
"Query successful. Please verify your identity and confirm the number and names of your company's participating pilots." The staff member performed these tasks with ease.
Mu Fan turned to look at the girl beside him, and as a smile bloomed on his face, he turned back and said softly:
"One person, Mu Fan."
The staff member looked up at Mu Fan curiously. The two identities were successfully verified, and the initial database showed that the company had two pilots.
"Please report the medical team members."
"None."
"Please report the maintenance team members."
"None."
Mu Fan sat there calmly, each time giving a single word in response.
"Please inform the accompanying technical engineer."
"None."
"Please register the nutritionist of the participating team."
"None."
It's nothing again!
There's nothing there!
"Where are your transportation equipment personnel?"
"I."
Finally, Mu Fan gave a different answer, which caused an uproar in the room.
Moreover, the uproar is intensifying, as this is the most impressive company to have registered so far.
Holy crap, what's the point of coming here if there's nothing here?!
However, this made the people who were initially watching for fun suddenly look more serious.
Especially the people from the other participating companies!
They came here knowing only that there were 26 companies participating in this year's competition, and that the final number of participants, even without a specific figure, would exceed 500.
More than 500 top pilots, on whom the forces behind them place their hopes, will participate in an extremely brutal single-elimination tournament. The remaining less than 100 will then compete in an even more grueling King's Seat Competition the strongest.
Everyone is thrown into a huge map with only thirty-six giant steel thrones!
Each one-on-one challenge, after 2 hours the mech occupying the thirty-six steel thrones automatically advances to the top 36!
The final 36 mechs will be the true top 36!
It's fair to say that once you're on the official competition list, every step from here on out will be fraught with difficulty.
Even accidental deaths are commonplace.
Especially after entering the No-Holds-Barred Combat competition, it will be an extremely brutal and high-intensity battle.
What was that kid just saying?
In the end, there wasn't even a nutritionist among them. The only person who gave a different answer was the so-called transportation equipment personnel, who was actually a truck driver, and he did the job himself!
Is this a mecha company that has gone through rigorous selection by the Mecha Association?
Even a mercenary wouldn't end up this miserable!
After entering the last piece of information with an incredulous look, the staff member thought for a moment and then confirmed it again, "Once the above information is confirmed, it cannot be changed. If what you said is correct, please press your palm print to confirm."
The staff member glanced at Naden without making a sound, while the silver-haired middle-aged man stared at Mu Fan with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.
He was eager to see how determined the boy was to participate in the competition, and it seemed he had just received some information himself.
This group, called Luoqi Heavy Industries, seems to have suffered an inexplicable blow.
Is it a desperate gamble, placing all hopes on this Mecha Martial Arts Competition?
That would be incredibly naive, because even Seed Candidate can fall from grace.
The death toll in each Mecha Martial Arts Competition is no less than thirty.
This number may seem small, but when you calculate it carefully, the death ratio is close to 15:1.
Time ticked by, and new teams continued to enter the Southern Suburb Plain.
They didn't see the whole story unfold; they only saw the crowds watching from the inside and outside.
However, very few people stop.
Because they also need to file their own reporting procedures.
The competition starts tomorrow, and every match will be a tough battle. Getting into the right mindset is the most important thing.
Wang Nuonuo could now sense the calm yet exceptionally resolute attitude emanating from Mu Fan.
Therefore, at this time, Mu Fan represented Luoqi Heavy Industries.
His every word represents Luoqi Heavy Industries.
Even if Mu Fan were to withdraw from the competition the next second, Wang Nuonuo would support him without reservation.
Mu Fan was willing to risk his life for her, so what did everything he had amount to compared to his life?
As long as a person is alive, then as the adults say, nothing is impossible!
If everything is correct, please confirm.
Let me repeat that sentence again.
If Mu Fan doesn't press the palm lines, it means that what he said earlier was meaningless.
He said that the ultimate manifestation of his words was in that final confirmation of the palm print.
Outside the crowd, Tang Nashiu's lips curled into a cold smile.
Is this the result of your hard work all this time?
Then let me see your courage, press it.
Press it, and you'll travel through the Earth's core to the other side of the planet, where you'll experience true cruelty.
The media cameras were waiting for this moment, and they would faithfully record it whether the boy refused or pressed the button.
Mu Fan stood up, raised his palm, and lingered on his palm for a moment.
Then, he slightly lifted his eyelids and casually pressed them down.
Palm print match!
[Information verification successful!]
The final information is confirmed as follows:
Participating faction: Luoqi Heavy Industries.
Representative of the faction: Wang Nuonuo.
Participant: Mu Fan.
Participating mecha: Extreme Soldier -Z.
Accompanying persons: None.
As a beam of light flashed above the mechanical platform, the crowd erupted in excitement.
Numerous media outlets spared no effort in showcasing their cameras; this was undoubtedly the biggest news before the opening ceremony.
The Most Tragic Contestant Force in History
Mecha Martial Arts Competition without any logistical support
How far can a person go when they have no way out?
Countless headlines were instantly published on the interstellar network; these professional media workers wrote articles at an astonishing speed.
One minute the two were unknown, the next they were becoming the subject of media attention.
The moment Mu Fan turned around from the mechanical platform, his left arm hanging down and his right hand patting Wang Nuonuo's shoulder.
The two people's appearances were faithfully recorded by countless cameras.
Mu Fan's handsome face remained expressionless, while Wang Nuonuo's face held a resolute determination more firm than ever before.
To onlookers, the two were undoubtedly tragic figures.
"Mr. Mu Fan, I'm a reporter from Wangsi News Agency. I'd like to ask what your mindset was when you made this decision?"
"I'm a special correspondent for Xinlan Media. I'd like to ask Mr. Mu Fan if your company has any secret weapons that allow it to operate without logistical support?"
"I am..."
"Hello, this is..."
"Surprisingly, what's the point of trying to grab attention in this way at a time like this? This is a stage to determine the strong, not a place for the weak to flaunt their misery. Mr. Mu Fan, please provide an explanation to the public. Such blatant occupation of resources is extremely shameful and damages the image of the Fourth Star Region!"
Mu Fan remained silent throughout, but stopped abruptly after hearing the last piercing and sharp question.
He glanced at her indifferently, "Which media outlet are you from?"