At this moment, Supervisor Manker was furious, and if it weren't for his companions stopping him, he would have rushed into the arena.
"Gonia War Academy Tutor Team, please quiet down."
The two referees were not affected by the extremely brutal scene. They looked at the situation below the stage and the information displayed on their consoles, and calmly said:
"The health identification system is running, trainee Hemingway's current status: vital signs, stable."
The cockpits of all mechas have this identification system embedded. At this moment, the two referees used their authority to share the pilot data with Manker, and then solemnly announced:
"Winner of the second mecha battle... Dingchuan Academy, Mu Fan."
As soon as the announcement was made, the rescue team, which had been ready for a long time, finally rushed into the field.
"Yeah!"
"Oh~~~"
The scene erupted in cheers.
A thousand Dingchuan students, regardless of previous support for Mu Fan, chose this moment to shout as loud as possible to express their inner excitement.
Just now, the scene of the Extreme Special Soldier casting the Clownfish down with a single sword was truly shocking.
Compared to other ongoing matches, Mu Fan's second battle truly explained what is called the aesthetics of violence.
"Did you understand the change of direction just now?" A middle-aged man in a suit, with neatly trimmed beard, asked the person beside him.
"Mr. Chai, based on video playback and instrument monitoring, we haven't found anything unusual in this weapon beyond its telescopic function. It is most likely that the mecha has some kind of telekinesis-like amplification device or a force field..."
"Is he a telekinetic student?"
"Uh, according to intelligence, no."
"Then it's the second reason. Already implemented... a traction force field that can instantly change the weapon direction, interesting..." Mr. Chai took out a white handkerchief to wipe his fingers and casually instructed with a magnetic tone:
"Contact the manufacturer of this mecha and say that I am interested in purchasing."
Upon hearing Mr. Chai's instructions, the young man accompanying him was instantly stunned.
"But according to our Rothschild Group's practice, that enterprise is far from being qualified!"
He couldn't help but be surprised. The Rothschild Group is a giant that spans minerals, ship manufacturing, mercenaries, and other fields.
The background of the Rothschild Group even points directly to the upper echelons of the two councils, and its suppliers of the Federation comprehensive sequence ranking are no lower than around 20.
And this "Loki Heavy Industry," has not even entered the top 1000 of the Federation comprehensive type heavy industry sequence. In the records he consulted, it was only six months ago that they rose from 1630 to 1255.
Although the progress is considered terrifying, compared to the suppliers of Rothschild Group, it's simply...
"Who said to use Rothschild's name?"
Mr. Chai casually instructed, and the secretary suddenly understood, not daring to say another word, and quickly bowed and walked out.
The mysterious Mr. Chai returned to silence, alone in this spacious top-tier viewing room with a great view.
His indifferent gaze fell on the light screen, and he muttered to himself: "To be remembered by the Iris at the dome of Mosibai Mountain, that's your honor. This business... dare to take it?"
Mr. Chai suddenly laughed.
He believed that, at this time point, there were many others like him.
...
In the arena, the back armor of the Clownfish was completely shattered, but the cockpit was intact. The rescuers exchanged glances, unable to hide their surprise conveyed through their eyes.
The opponent's perfect control of force disabled only the mecha's combat capability. Just by seeing this detail, the rescuers had a fairly clear judgment about the level of the two mecha pilots.
The gap between them is probably not a normal magnitude.
With a hissing sound, the hatch opened. Before the rescuers entered, a somewhat exasperated student jumped out from inside.
"I don't need help!"
Directly refusing the hand extended by the rescuers, Hemingway performed a beautiful side jump from the cockpit and ended up seeing Manker's worried face.
His mood instantly dropped, and with a bow, he walked up to Manker, "I am sorry, Supervisor! I let you down."
"As long as you're okay, you performed very well just now." Manker patted Hemingway's shoulder.
"You don't blame me?" A trace of joy flashed in Hemingway's eyes.
"Why would I blame you? Regroup! Your companions will avenge you next." Manker's expression was genuinely sincere.
"Yes!"
Hemingway responded excitedly, his face clearing of its previous gloom, and he turned to walk towards his team.
A spirit of strong morale erupted from the Gonia preparation area, and at this moment Hemingway received no cold stares from his teammates; instead, everyone encouraged him with shoulder pats.
This unprecedented atmosphere of unity caught the attention of numerous spectators.
"Gonia War Academy really nurtures a complete pack of wolves; being the best among B-Class academies is indeed impressive."
"Now I'm starting to have some expectations... Does Gonia have some other trump card?"
"After all, no matter how strong everyone is, they can only participate in one match, oh right, unless he's the captain~~"
"Yes, hopefully, Dingchuan Academy will have this kind of strength in future matches as well."
In the midst of the discussions, the fat guy pricked up his ears, listening and feeling this actually might be the case, so he glanced at the White Hair next to him, who was digging his ear, "Watching a match makes me more anxious than going up myself."
"Why don't you go up and show off with the Chrysanthemum Shield?" White Hair raised his eyebrows, smirking.
The fat guy's face immediately turned green.
But thinking about that overly beautiful scene, he suddenly burst into tears of laughter.
"What's the hysteria about?" White Hair shivered.
"You say if I butt crush the opponent, then that's freaking awesome." The fat guy was already lost in endless fantasy, grinning mischievously.
...
When Mu Fan returned to the formation, he was greeted with many complicated glances.
From being underestimated to strong crushing, Mu Fan had in some way slapped their faces hard. But as a teammate, they couldn't help but be joyful for his achievement.
This contradictory mood was directly displayed on their faces.
Only Gu Yunyou had a constant calm smile, giving Mu Fan a thumbs up when he walked back, "Impressive."
However, something unexpected for Mu Fan was when Jes from "Red Cat" saw him again, he didn't ridicule him as before, but gazed at Mu Fan solemnly, "I really underestimated you."
Though it wasn't a clear gesture of goodwill, it was obviously different from before.
Indeed, strength is the fundamental way to enhance one's voice.
Mu Fan didn't speak, just raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
This match, which limited everyone to mechas of the same level, was indeed an opportunity to improve his mecha operation skills.
"Third match, Gonia War Academy's player—Tongsen."
"Third match, Dingchuan Academy's player—Jes!"
"Now, let's invite these two players to the preparation area! Your old friend Boogie Billy is eagerly waiting for the next match."
The blonde hunk was extremely excited at this moment on the floating platform.
That seductive voice highlighted the match information, causing an uproar in the Dingchuan Academy's side, and even Mu Fan looked back in surprise.