"20-man duel, the current score is 6:10, Dingchuan Academy has already reached match point. If Dingchuan Academy wins another round, they will completely secure victory in this mecha match!"
"Darlings, I can't wait any longer, let's wait and see Dingchuan Academy's decision!"
The flamboyant and rough voice of Boogie Billy echoed from the sky.
Harry scratched his head, he actually forgot it was match point...
Taking advantage of the moment of distraction, White Hair quickly broke free, gasping for breath, relieved that he hadn't been choked to death just now.
At this moment, the entire audience's attention was focused on the preparation area.
Everyone was curious about who Dingchuan Academy would send this time.
But the eyes of the students in the preparation area were all on Mo Huaren.
For no other reason, as up to now, the only one left from the Mecha Club's "Seven Martial Generals" is Mo Huaren.
"Light Bat" Mo Huaren, who has participated in several small-scale military battles, is proficient in over twenty types of standard mecha and rare non-mass-produced mecha of the Federation military. It can be said that among all the team members, he possesses the most extensive real combat experience.
This pivotal round can be said to be his responsibility without a doubt!
Bach's eyes scanned the remaining four people, also focusing on Mo Huaren.
This calm and steady student possesses almost no shortcomings in high-level operational skills and has experience in many life-and-death battles; there is no one more suitable than him to be the final performer.
This is almost the consensus of all the Mecha Academy mentors.
"If there are no other objections, I will announce... the final match, strongest against strongest."
The battle maniacs Ruan Xiongfei and Tsunayoshi naturally had no objections, both nodding in agreement.
However, the only regret on Bald Ruan's face was that this occasion would have been perfect for Mu Fan.
"Wait a moment."
Suddenly, Qi Longxiang raised his hand to signal, calmly accepting the puzzled looks around him and walking to Bach, "Mentor Bach, Mo Huaren is the strongest among the remaining four, right?"
"Yes, to be precise, his overall strength is the strongest in the team, even stronger than Crock by a margin."
"Since that's the case, good... then in Dingchuan's intelligence database, how strong are the remaining four students from the other side, can you be certain?" Qi Longxiang asked methodically.
"There is one person in the intelligence database, with a medium-to-high strength rating, but compared to Mo Huaren, he's at least one level lower. As for the remaining three, they are new faces..."
"So it's very likely that their final player is hidden among these three?" Qi Longxiang probed.
"Exactly."
Qi Longxiang's gaze returned to the list of the remaining four people, "Among our remaining four, who is the weakest? Do you know, Mentor Bach?"
"The weakest?" Bach could now only feel that every word from Qi Longxiang was filled with deep meaning, inevitably starting to speculate on the other's thoughts, though he quickly answered, "I can confirm."
There should be more to say, but Bach's face reddened slightly, and he did not speak.
Apparently, the ever-smiling transfer student was indeed a person of connections, but his status on the team was too special; considering the important information exchanged with Dingchuan Academy, Bach ultimately did not name that person.
His gaze, however, involuntarily drifted over.
Qi Longxiang directly lifted his head, quietly observing Bach.
"Send him for the next match, notify him to do his best and then surrender."
"Huh?"
"What?"
The faces of the surrounding mentors momentarily flashed with astonishment.
Even Bach and Ruan Xiongfei's faces showed some surprise.
"Can you make your intentions clearer? I, Ruan, get a headache just thinking about it."
Ruan Xiongfei's curiosity was now overflowing, he rubbed his hands and tried hard to open his eyes wide.
Seeing this behavior, Qi Longxiang smiled and shook his head, "No need for that, Captain Ruan, Qi's thoughts are simple."
"It's clear that in this match, the other side will send their own final player, Gonia War Academy, being a pure Combat Academy, has students who can reach A-level in fighting and mecha fields. Being suppressed up to now... can only mean one thing, which is their strongest ones are all at the end."
"And in the next match, the opponent will certainly send the strongest among their top few."
Qi Longxiang's coherent words instantly enlightened a few people!
"So, you want our weakest player to go on stage, unexpectedly swapping out their strongest?"
"Exactly, the opponent's captain was in the second sequence, not particularly outstanding, so I speculate they may be hiding their strength. But this also means they have forgone the opportunity for their strongest player to fight three consecutive battles, therefore... now is the best timing."
Qi Longxiang's analysis brightened the eyes of several nearby individuals simultaneously.
"Truly deserving of the invincible Military God..."
Even Tsunayoshi, usually not very talkative, gave a thumbs up.
"Mr. Tsunayoshi, you flatter me," Qi Longxiang replied modestly, showing not a hint of pride. This serene and stable demeanor was even more impressive and reassuring.
"If that's the case..."
Bach raised his head and looked toward the preparation area.
...
"Match 17, Gonia's participant—Pang Huang!"
As this name was announced, almost the entire Gonia side of the stands erupted in excitement.
The passionate cheering echoed up to the skies.
Mr. Boogie Billy paused his commentary deliberately, evidently cooperating with the explosive atmosphere. Putting aside his overly flamboyant demeanor, Mr. Billy was quite an excellent commentator.
First a single cheer, then a chorus, finally all the sounds converged into two syllables, shouted at the same frequency.
At this moment, Gonia War Academy's morale seemed to reach a climax!
"Pang Huang!"
"Pang Huang!"
The uniform rhythm and majestic momentum drew the attention of countless people.
The students from Dingchuan Academy showed a hint of bewilderment in their eyes.
"Who's Pang Huang?"
This question was being asked by many in exchanges.
The chubby guy murmured the same and looked at White Hair.
White Hair instinctively jumped back, fearing the chubby guy would go after him. When he clearly heard the chubby guy's question, he frowned and shook his head, "I don't know, never heard of them, I can't even remember my own people clearly..."
White Hair looked at Harry with an expression like he was staring at an idiot.
"Honestly, I'm more concerned about who we'll send out?"
"It's definitely that Mo Huaren. I heard that name at least ten times just now." Li Xiaoxi casually tossed a photo, a perfectly angled 45° profile shot of Mo Huaren.
"Probably, but... it's a pity for Gu."
"Paid the money but didn't get to go, hahaha, let's grab him quickly later, so he doesn't just fill in the numbers here."
"But speaking of which, with him around, Mu Fan won't be that bored, hahaha~~"
White Hair laughed carelessly there.
In their view, Gu Yunyou was casually standing next to Mu Fan, looking carefree, as if he was here not for a match, but had bought a VIP watching ticket inside the venue.
At this time, the second referee's announcement rang.
"Match 17, Dingchuan Academy's participant—Gu Yunyou!"
"Old Gu, hahaha... uh." White Hair looked like a goose suddenly strangled, his eyes almost popping out.
And the chubby guy's cheeks twitched, looking back incredulously.
Mo Huaren, who was just rubbing his wrists getting ready to stand up in the preparation area, showed a look of shock, frozen in place.
All the students around him, including Ghost Tiger Crock, Red Cat Jes, were all stunned.
The smiling Gu Yunyou had just said four words to Mu Fan...
"It's the participation that counts."
Then both he and Mu Fan froze.
Evidently, this was totally outside Gu Yunyou's expectations as well.
Mu Fan looked at Young Master Gu with an incredulous look.
In his ear, Black sighed in admiration: "Is he the dean's own son?"
"I..."
Gu Yunyou opened his mouth, as if recalling something, a flash of understanding crossed his eyes, and a few seconds later, he smiled again.
"I think... I understand."
With a buzz, Gu Yunyou's tactical earpiece vibrated slightly, he gently tapped his ear to listen.
A moment later, smiling, he replied:
"Alright."
Then he showed a bright smile to Mu Fan, "The mentor said, even if you lose, do it with style, can't be too fake."
The crowd behind him simultaneously heard it, and the questions they wanted to ask got stuck in their throats, unable to come out.
"Who's Gu Yunyou? Does our academy even have someone with that name?"
"Who the hell is this? How could they push out Mo Huaren?"
The voices from the Dingchuan side were somewhat chaotic, becoming eerily quiet, contrasting sharply with the Gonia side.
They truly hadn't heard of such a person from their own side.
Gu Yunyou shrugged, showing a helpless expression to his 19 teammates, then slowly sauntered into the preparation corridor...
More than a dozen participants looked at each other, then one person said with a difficult expression:
"I don't want to watch this match."