I Kill You, and It Has Nothing to Do with You
In Number 37 Area, on either side of a huge basin, a fiery red mech first appeared. It had a streamlined armor shell, a relatively slender body, and a golden crown-like forehead.
If you only look at it this way, it looks like the old Wind Speed Gladiator with a different paint job.
But when people's attention was drawn to the giant cross-shaped wings on the back of the mech, which resembled helicopter propellers, some finally began to exclaim in admiration.
"Look at that red mech in Number 37 Area! That decoration on its back is absolutely stunning!"
"That must be a weapon, definitely not some meaningless decoration."
"Let me check the specs, it's a 3A-class mecha! This is the pinnacle of Warrior Grade mecha, is the opening already this exciting? This must be the first feast that the Mecha Association has prepared for everyone."
"Gale Gladiator, your looks have me hooked! Crush the enemy!"
It has to be said that her striking appearance garnered considerable attention and support from the moment she appeared.
"Dear viewers, I am your familiar host, Rayleigh. I will be providing live commentary here. If you are interested in a particular match, please put on the headphones under your seats." The blond, sunglasses-wearing man with an impassioned voice waved his right hand forward. The Mecha Association had been preparing for this match for a long time.
Immediately, someone put on headphones and used the controller next to their seat to switch the venue, resulting in a completely different commentary.
"Hello everyone, this is Curtis and Qin, the commentators for Number 35 Arena."
"Hello everyone, this is Sandy and Rachael, the commentators for Number 37 Arena."
"I am Sandy, and the beautiful lady next to me is Rachael, a top student from the famous Dingchuan Academy. Today's commentary on the Number 37 Arena will be presented by me and the beautiful Rachael."
The faces of the two people appeared directly on the control panel next to the seats.
A man in his thirties wearing training clothes and a young woman in a fiery red miniskirt and bright red lipstick—the pair certainly attracted attention.
Harry, the chubby boy, looked down at the screen, wiped his drool, and said, "It's so good."
The White Hair next to her scratched his chin, exchanged an interested glance with Li Xiaoxi, and said, "Last time Mu Fan participated in the recruitment competition for the Mecha Club, this girl was the commentator. I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence this time!"
"Was her explanation very good?" Chu Chu asked curiously.
"It's great, really good..." After his gaze drifted aimlessly over a certain part of Rachael that could only be understood, the White Hair exclaimed in admiration.
"What should we do with Nuonuo's phone?"
"We'll have our staff deliver it to her later," the White Hair decided decisively, then fell silent.
Because from the other side of the bottom of that small basin, a completely bare black mech was slowly walking towards them, with a metal sword sheath hanging on its back.
Apart from that, there are no other weapon attachments visible on the entire machine.
"It's so damn ugly!"
"This mecha has redefined my aesthetic sense."
"Is this mech just here to coast? Let me see... it's only an A-rank mech! It's completely outclassed by the enemy."
Hearing the pessimistic voices around them, Harry and his friends looked at the match information sheet with a puzzled expression, then exchanged glances:
"Is this Mu Fan?"
"That's right, it's this mech. Mu Fan piloted it back in the mech exhibition hall." Chu Chu said with certainty.
Now her gaze was searching for Wang Nuonuo, and finally, when her eyes fell on a transparent protective shield at the edge of the basin, she saw that lonely figure.
On the other side, the protective shield of the other side was crowded with people.
This huge visual difference is immediately apparent.
"Damn it, this is unacceptable! Extreme Soldier! Crush them!"
The White Hair spoke the first half of his sentence in a serious manner, but then grabbed the intercom from the VIP section and shouted the second half.
Then those who were following Number 37 Area immediately heard this suddenly appearing statement in the live stream.
Rachael paused for a moment, then covered her mouth and giggled. "As you can see from the audience's intense reaction, it seems our Extreme Soldier side isn't without supporters after all! But the match hasn't started yet, so everyone can try to suppress their emotions a little."
Sandy: "Of course, so which side do you favor?"
"Hehe, of course it's Extreme Soldier, because his pilot's name reminds me of someone I met not long ago~"
"Oh, is that possible? Could it be the same one?" Sandy said cooperatively.
"No way, after all, I only met a freshman who had just enrolled. I don't think the world can be that coincidental."
"Our beautiful Rachael is truly a woman of character. Alright, enough with the chit-chat. As you can see, both contestants are in position. Before the battle begins, let me briefly explain the rules of the preliminary rounds."
Sandy coughed lightly. "The preliminary rounds aim to minimize deaths, so the power of thermal weapons and beam weapons is limited. Weapons with excessively high power must have their power restricted. However, this regulation does not restrict melee weapons. This is not a loophole, but rather because the Mecha Association focuses more on assessing the overall performance of mechs, rather than competing on the destructive power of weapons. Melee weapons are extensions of the limbs, so they are not included in this category."
"So, Sandy means that the Mecha Association has always encouraged melee combat or hand-to-hand fighting?" Rachael's performance on this stage for the first time was perfect.
"Of course, this helps to showcase the aircraft's performance and the pilot's skill level."
"What kind of situation is indiscriminate warfare among the top 100?"
"All weapons are unlocked, life or death is irrelevant! That's when the Mecha Martial Arts Competition will truly be brutal. Although we haven't set an age limit for watching, I recommend that children watch with an adult."
Above Mu Fan and his group, a disc-shaped flying vehicle was moving back and forth, and inside were Sandy and Rachael.
As the Extreme Soldier ' mechs stepped onto the ground, a faint energy shield enveloped the entire training ground.
A completely natural small basin, covering an area of over twenty square kilometers!
Small is only relative to the plateau.
According to the rules of the Mecha Association, there is no limit to the destruction that can be carried out on the field!
Unbeknownst to Mu Fan, a young girl was praying with her hands clasped behind her at the observation point.
Because his gaze was completely drawn to the mech opposite him.
[Extreme Soldier] vs. [Gale Gladiator]!
The change from "competitor" to "gladiator" on the other side may explain the bloody origin of this name.
This battle is crucial to all my future plans.
Therefore, we can only win, we cannot afford to lose!
The mech, its body ablaze with flames, slowly walked to the center of the arena and stood still.
The Extreme Soldier at attention, raising his left hand to protect his chest, and placing his right hand on the hilt of his sword behind his back, assuming an attack stance!
The X-shaped rotors hanging behind the Gale Gladiator gleamed with an unusual cold light in the sunlight, and his hands were quietly placed on his sides.
Inside the cockpit was a burly man with a diagonal knife scar on his eyelid. He coldly stared at the bare mecha in front of him through the light screen, showing no relief whatsoever because of the mecha's appearance.
He was long past the age of being easily agitated; twenty years of iron-blooded military service had made him a true killing machine in battle.
A cold glint flashed in Shi Wuyi's eyes as he worked in full coordination.
First battle, kill!
With a physique of level 22 and a rank 7 ace pilot, his strength and qualifications are sufficient to be appointed as a senior colonel in the special forces, but he has served the Federation for many years yet has remained at the rank of lieutenant colonel for ten years.
Now, the door to advancement has been half opened.
He couldn't wait any longer, so today...
I kill you, it has nothing to do with you!