A-Grade Opponent

Bing Su, whose attention was already focused on the light screen, heard what sounded like muttering to herself beside her and turned her head, "Sister Xue, what did you say?"

Lu Qingxue tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, "It's nothing."

Bing Su had no doubts and thought he had misheard, so he immediately turned his head to look at the light screen.

The woman in white behind him watched Bing Su's focused figure, then thought for a moment, got up, picked up her sword, and walked out of the training room.

Unbeknownst to Mu Fan, the moment his face appeared on camera, undercurrents began to stir within the Dingchuan Academy.

The girl in front of him, crying with tears streaming down her face, looked at him, wanting to rush over but hesitating. Her Nuonuo gaze remained fixed on his left shoulder, where his pilot's uniform was already stained with large patches of blood.

"It's alright."

Mu Fan's words of comfort always seemed so dry, yet they warmed one's heart.

Nuonuo, her eyes red-rimmed.

Beep beep, beep beep.

At this moment, the Sky Communicator in Wang Nuonuo's pocket suddenly began to vibrate.

Upon seeing the name written on it, he quickly handed it to Mu Fan.

"It is your Sky Communicator."

Mu Fan casually took it, his eyes showing surprise; it was actually White Hair.

"Boss, you're really unfair! You just left without a word. We couldn't even get through to you on Sky Communicator at first, and I've been feeling really empty these past couple of days. If it weren't for the news reports, we probably wouldn't even know you were out there partying! Right now, we're watching from the Sky Carrier right above you. You were so cool just now, you know?!"

"By the way, I've fixed Wang Nuonuo's Sky Communicator and brought it over. How should I send it to you later?" White Hair said excitedly into the Sky Communicator, Sky Communicator finally connected.

"My brother, you just woke me up with your handsomeness, you know! Even Brother Fatty was moved to tears." This was Fatty's voice shouting from the side.

Hearing his friend's voice, Mu Fan felt a warmth on his face and in his heart. He never expected that Fatty, White Hair, and the others would actually come to the scene.

"There should be staff here. I can't leave right now, and time is very tight."

"You can continue preparing. I'll contact the staff to send it over to you in a bit. I won't bother you anymore. We'll talk about everything when you get back safely. The brothers are waiting for you here." White Hair never hesitated when it came to matters. He had confirmed everything that needed to be confirmed, and all that was left was to enjoy watching the game.

I am a well-mannered and ethical viewer!

"Good."

Putting down the Sky Communicator, Mu Fan looked at Wang Nuonuo and smiled, "They've all arrived."

The smile seemed to have aggravated the wound, Mu Fan's facial muscles twitched, causing Nuonuo to tense up.

"Nuonuo, wait for the Sky Communicator. I'll go back and repair the Extreme Soldier first."

Seeing Mu Fan's unquestionable attitude, the girl obediently nodded.

As Mu Fan entered the passageway leading directly to the hangar, Hei's voice rang out:

"Mu Fan, we don't have the resources to replace the armor shell of the Extreme Soldier right now; we can only do some routine repairs. The metal resistance of Akabote Alloy is several times that of other metals, and the attack it just received did not cause penetrating damage, so the armor is currently intact. After emergency repairs, the armor strength can reach 90% of the standard."

"That's enough. When can we arrange the next match?" The boy's lonely footsteps echoed in the huge metal corridor.

"We are waiting for the first round of matches to finish. Several competitions are currently underway simultaneously in different regions. The draw for the second round will take place at 2 PM, and the matches will begin immediately after the draw."

"Does this mean we can interfere with the matching process?"

Drip, drip, the blood from the open wound on my left shoulder dripped from my fingertips onto the ground with a crisp sound.

However, Mu Fan's voice remained steady and without any fluctuation.

"Okay. Landu Military Group has a total of three participating mechs, and their submitted mech grades are A, AA, and AAA respectively. Please select the first one to be assigned."

Are all three levels of Warrior Grade available...?

The rumbling sound of a train on the tracks nearby came through the wall; it was the sound of mechs returning to the hangar for repairs, or it could be the sound of recovered mech wreckage being transported back.

Three levels...

Suddenly, Mu Fan seemed to realize something, "Have all three of these machines participated in the competition?"

"Within twenty minutes of your battle, A and AA levels have finished their matches and all have successfully advanced to the next round. AAA level has not yet participated."

"Then I'll choose grade A." This time, Mu Fan didn't hesitate.

"The next opponent has been set as Dark Blue Ranger (Warrior A-rank). Mu Fan, is your choice to guarantee the chance of winning?" Hei asked curiously after agreeing.

"No, I'm afraid it will be phased out by others..."

The boy's voice was chillingly calm.

He chose level A not because it was the weakest, but because he was afraid of missing an opportunity to utterly crush his opponent.

"Hopefully, the remaining two units can last until the next round."

"I want one, one, to smash them into... pieces."

His indifferent words concealed an undisguised murderous intent, even though he was already severely injured.

The boy's figure finally disappeared into the corridor, like a lone wolf disappearing into the darkness.

The entire body of the mecha is a deep blue with a ceramic-like texture, and its most distinctive feature is the two heavy guns crossed on its back.

Its opponent is a giant purple mech with joints and limbs covered in ferocious spikes. The most terrifying thing about this mech, which has a 2A rating, is that its limbs can strike at supersonic speeds that exceed the speed of cannonballs.

With a single punch, the spiked fist slammed into the side of a cliff, creating a crater over five meters in diameter.

Just when everyone thought it was over, a purple fist gleaming with cold light shot out from above the cliff, punching straight through the cliff in a matter of seconds.

Moreover, the fist that suddenly emerged from above struck the opponent's abdomen, sending the deep blue mech that had leaped above the cliff flying hundreds of meters away before crashing heavily to the ground, creating a large crater.

The spiked fist flashed and returned to the arm, and the giant mech leisurely twisted its arm.

"Don't bother showing off with your ordinary A-grade Mecha. This isn't your stage." A mocking voice came from inside the giant purple mech.

That was the pilot making a blatant mockery.

Coming from the distant Second Star Region to participate in the competition, we're not here to fight against this kind of scum.

Even the people in the audience looked bored.

This mech was incredibly weak; its size and power were simply not in the same league as the opponent's.

The only characteristic...

Well, it seems like he's quite resilient; at least he could still stand up after taking five or six heavy blows.

However, this time he's probably completely bedridden.

It's a shame they cheered so much for this mecha at the beginning. They thought such a cool mecha would be awesome, but it turned out to be all show and no substance, utterly vulnerable.

"Stand up! You're using that tiny rapid-fire rifle you're holding? You think you're going to shoot someone? It can't even break through their defenses! Go ahead and use those two intimidating things in the back, they're real trash."

Some viewers got so angry that they started cursing. He had bet tens of thousands of Star Coin on this mech when the odds were still 1.4.

If we lose, I'll be fucking a dog.

The dark blue mech still didn't stand up.

After mocking the giant purple mech, the pilot slammed his fists together, then aimed at the dark blue mech lying on the ground, his arms beginning to glow crimson.

Seeing this, even the host of the sub-venue seemed to think that the competition could be declared over.

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P. S.: (I haven't been in the book review section for a long time because my heart is too fragile to handle harsh words, hahaha!! And I'm afraid that reading them will affect my writing inspiration, so I'll continue to avoid the book review section until I finish writing this big plot... If you keep pushing me, I'll break down and show you, 2333~~)