First Opponent

As one of the first pilots to arrive here, Mu Fan can now see that this so-called Seventh Stronghold of the Land of Shining Stars is a large Strategic Fortress.

Metal permeates the entire fortress, and at least until now, Mu Fan hasn't had a chance to leave the fortress and see the scenery outside.

Everything inside the fortress was prepared for wartime, such as the metal-reinforced walls, the special air-raid shelters, and the fact that he still couldn't guess where tomorrow's battle would take place.

"Please proceed to your respective designated areas."

All other participating teams entered separate hangars as complete teams.

Only Mu Fan drove a heavy truck into the area.

Seeing the heavy metal door slowly opening in front of him, Mu Fan turned his head and said, "Nuonuo, go and handle the formalities. I'll take care of things here."

After Wang Nuonuo obediently left, Mu Fan tapped his ear and asked, "Hey, can we hack into the system here?"

"Intermediate concealment has been completed. This is a military fortress, with four levels of access: highest, 1, 2, and 3. Obtaining access at level 1 or higher greatly increases the likelihood of exposing the target. The highest level of access belongs to the Interstellar Mecha Association, which is suspected to be a physical authorization mode. We have not yet started the intrusion and can only conduct stealth monitoring."

"Understood. Please confirm the selection method for this Mecha Martial Arts Competition."

"Currently, random matching is being performed by the Optical Brain. The 30 Seed Candidate are not in the matching process and are being handled separately by the organizers." With Black, Mu Fan has gained access to advanced information.

The abnormal aspect of looking down from God's Perspective is that it allows for complete control over the entire situation.

How many participants are there in total?

"568 people, single-elimination tournament, winners advance to the next round, losers are eliminated, until the final number of people is less than one hundred."

That means you need to win three consecutive games to make it into the final 71!

After thinking for a moment, Mu Fan asked, "Then can you interfere with the Optical Brain matching system?"

This was the question he most wanted to ask after sending Wang Nuonuo away.

To kill a snake, you must kill it, so his goal was—

From the very beginning of the competition, they targeted the Landu Military Group!

Now that we've come this far, it would be against Mu Fan's nature not to present a generous gift.

"Sure, the first round of the competition will be chosen by the Optical Brain itself, so that I can learn about the Interstellar Mecha Association's special encryption methods. Only one chance is needed!" Black emphasized again.

Is there only one chance...?

"Okay. Are there any security cameras here?"

Mu Fan looked up and looked around the workshop; the walls were completely smooth metal.

There are no surveillance cameras.

Upon hearing Hei's reply, Mu Fan leaned back in his chair, took off his sleeve, took out a tube of metal reagent from his travel bag, unscrewed it with one hand, and then gritted his teeth to pour it directly onto the wound that was only held together by sutures.

Cold sweat broke out on both sides of his forehead; the Special Medicine Bai Guyue had given him was truly potent.

Feeling the immense drain on his stamina as his wounds healed, Mu Fan took out another Magma Fruit from his backpack, then gnawed on it and swallowed it, savoring its hot and sweet juice.

A fiery energy surged from within my body.

Mu Fan looked at his travel bag, which contained all his belongings for this competition.

His logistical support came from the Magma Fruit gifted by Lu Qingxue, and his maintenance team relied on the Autonomous Robots controlled by Hei.

He will peel away the wounds he has suffered, bit by bit, from the other party!

"Black, disassemble the Extreme Soldier, lay out all the working components, the next maintenance... is up to you."

"It is my honor to serve the host."

As soon as the words were spoken, the heavy truck cargo platform in the center of the site seemed to come alive. Twelve robotic arms extended and retracted simultaneously, and the last small cargo compartment opened, revealing four maintenance robots and one multi-purpose robot.

At the same time, the indoor crane inside the hangar opened instantly and accurately hooked onto the mech— Extreme Soldier!

Countless ropes came loose from the black mech, and amidst the creaking of the steel crane, the entire mech finally stood majestically and silently in the hangar.

A majestic fuselage, a thick metal shell, and an Alloy Heavy Sword carried on its back.

Nothing else!

This is the mecha that Mu Fan will be using soon, the prototype of the Extreme Soldier, codenamed Zero.

Ge-z!

There were also four identical weapons hanging on the crane boom.

Those were four identical Akabote Alloy Heavy Sword; he could replace them when they broke.

They fought until he was completely defeated.

Inside the empty hangar, a lone mech and a lone person.

And that's all there is to Mu Fan's participation in this competition!

"Black, proceed with mech testing."

"Yes."

When Wang Nuonuo returned to the hangar twenty minutes later and saw the Extreme Soldier standing under the full machinery in front of her, she suddenly covered her mouth and burst into tears.

Back when Luoqi Heavy Industries suffered a setback at its first exhibition, it was Mu Fan who stepped forward in this mech and undeniably salvaged the hard work Luoqi Heavy Industries had put in.

Now, she has fallen into a state of utter destitution, and Mu Fan, piloting the same mecha, has appeared before her once again!

The boy who stood intently at the foot of the mecha, observing data, had been the radiant sun in her life ever since he appeared.

Time ticked by, and as the clock struck 4 p. m., the notification from the Mecha Association finally rang out in the hangar.

"All participants, please proceed to the base center to confirm your opponents for the first round of preliminary rounds."

Mu Fan, who was busy at work, looked up. Was his first battle about to begin?

Seeing Wang Nuonuo looking at him Chu Chu from the corner, afraid of disturbing him, Mu Fan nodded, withdrew his hand, and walked outside.

At the same time, a soft voice sounded as the mechanical crane moved, but the girl couldn't hear it.

"Prepare to crack it."

With a slight tremor of his wristwatch, Mu Fan and Wang Nuonuo walked out of the hangar together.

Feeling the fresh air and hearing a clamor that begins to boil over!

The participants were evenly distributed among four bases, with 140 people assigned to the Seventh Stronghold where Mu Fan was located.

When Mu Fan walked to the magnificent platform in the center of the fortress, it was already surrounded by people!

Each pilot has a team of around fifty people, some of whom are competing, but most are there to cheer on their own pilots.

"Please check the information about each pilot on the screen. We will now begin assigning battles."

"Number 317 vs. Number 409, time..."

"Number 202 vs. Number 206, time..."

"Number 446 vs. Number 517, Time: Tomorrow at 10:00 AM, Location: Area 37!"

The battle footage is to be broadcast live to the entire intergalactic world, so using an extremely old and traditional language broadcasting format is actually the most appealing aspect, as it easily stirs up the audience's emotions with its tense and exciting atmosphere.

Mu Fan, sitting in the audience, heard number 517, which was the number on his Electronic Nameplate.

"Sir, our first opponent is number 446." Wang Nuonuo and Mu Fan exchanged a glance.

The two of them began searching together on the giant light screen behind the Mecha Association host.

Mu Fan stood quietly in front of the stage, his left arm folded.

443, 444...

Found it!

Nuonuo seemed even more nervous than Mu Fan.

Contestant No. 446

Name: Gabriel

Mech: Gale Gladiator

Engine: Ninth generation

Overall rating: AAA (tentative)

When the mecha rating appeared, Wang Nuonuo's heart sank to the bottom.

Their first opponent was surprisingly an AAA-level Warrior Mech.

"Company Affiliation..."

Wang Nuonuo's eyes suddenly narrowed.