But, scathing reviews aside, the battle still had to be watched, didn't it? It promised to be quite the spectacle.

In the Federal Military Department, super soldiers—all except for Sky Shadow—had arrived. They looked at each other, with eyes conveying a mix of complexity and amusement... Heh, it was indeed a challenge worth looking forward to. In fact, everyone had signed up, and even those who hadn't gone through real-name authentication had their own IDs. It must be said that Angelina's ranking was only Level B, and the Haier Brothers' individual rankings had only just reached A-level. These figures from many years ago provided them with an opportunity.

Of course, the Haier Brothers' A-level was a genuine A-level, an individual assessment from many years ago.

As for Angelina, she had been holding back her abilities ever since her time at Wind Thunder Military Academy. Now, it seemed that her reservation might not be such a bad thing after all.

Naturally, Dovir's evaluation by the system had always been S-level. He had even had combat experience against the Revenge Shadow Rider. But this time was different. The so-called fairness was in fact the greatest unfairness for top fighters. If Dovir had to face twin A's and a 4D opponent, even he might not be able to cope.

In that instant, the gazes that the several individuals exchanged briefly flickered with a spark usually reserved for enemies.

It was the Haier Brothers whose tone of voice took on an unusual edge, "Big brother, don't you plan on forming a team?"

"Heh, there's no possibility of forming teams in this battle. Just don't let me run into you."

"Let's hope so."

The two turned and left in succession...

Angelina, meanwhile, exchanged a silent gaze with Ophelia. And then, they both smiled. In a word, they silently cheered each other on.

Only Dovir was left alone, perhaps the envy of all his older comrades. They envied him for having had a bout with the Revenge Shadow Rider. However, in this battle, he would simply continue to strive.

On the day the battle commenced, over in Saudi, Xia Mu planned on taking part as well. He despised the Revenge Shadow Rider, and this occasion was a perfect opportunity. Revenge Shadow Rider had always used Phantom Knight 0001 in online battles. If assigned a few competent opponents, coupled with the inherent advantages of the model, he believed defeating Revenge Shadow Rider wasn't impossible. Even if he couldn't beat him in reality, he could at least save face in the game.

Unfortunately, Xia Mu didn't have an ID. Dammit, he hated IDs. But Jiu Ling had one, yet now inexplicably showed no sign of participating. He had even asked why she wasn't partaking in the event. Her answer left him speechless: she simply "didn't want to."

In the blink of an eye, the weekend arrived, and try as he might, Xia Mu found no way to sneak into Star Wars. You never know until you try; this lousy company did have some technical tricks up its sleeve.

And with one hour left until the official opening, the crowd flooding into Galactic Warfare online had begun to increase at an exponential rate...

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, then ten million, one hundred million...

The Star Wars company was in total chaos, the busy staff had never had a moment of rest, and though they were exhausted, smiles that couldn't be masked bloomed across their faces...

Inside it was bustling and it was no quieter outside, where through the live-streaming service, crowds had been ready with drink and snack, eager for the event as the mixed-tier battles on the hour rang out, and the combat officially commenced.

This time, the matches were divided into five levels: S, A, B, C, and D. Each level had the potential to encounter someone from Advanced, but not more than two levels apart. That meant an S-level could meet up to four Level Bs at the same time, while a B-level could possibly face four Level Ds. However, an S-level would never run into a D-level; there was a four-tier difference between them. To a certain extent, the impact of a large disparity in strength levels was undeniable – no matter the number, it could hardly offset the effect of level suppression. Even if the numbers were doubled, those doomed to lose would still lose. Conversely, if the level gap wasn't too wide, there was a substantial possibility for a turnaround. This was what Galactic Warfare truly aimed to achieve with the event.

The rule, acclaimed for its fairness, received countless praises, and as the traffic surged, even the fish-slack online shopping turnover exceeded a hundred million in sales in a short time.

Initially, people were unaware of the fish-slack online shopping site, but as the Shadow Rider effect drew traffic, netizens everywhere started to sing praises for its conscientious service. With door-to-door delivery and a 1-on-1 exclusive service by charming guides like Little Beauty, what truly warmed their hearts was knowing that a portion of the spent money was donated to charitable projects. Unlike unscrupulous merchants who used charity as a facade, such as claiming to donate 0.001 yuan to charity with every purchase, which for products averaging 100 yuan each, even a billion in revenue would translate to only ten thousand donated. In stark contrast, Star Wars' 50% donation pledge of net income was indeed the most sincere.

In just one night, the stock value of fish-slack online shopping soared unknown folds, instantly becoming the most prominent and best online shopping platform in the world.

Of course, the fighters didn't care about that; their sole concern was the battle. The Haier Brothers hadn't experienced the feeling of teaming up with others for a long time. As products of Wind Thunder Military Academy, these brothers could be said to have an extremely high level of influence in federal academies—among the students, except for Revenge Shadow Rider, they were some of the most popular fighters. When they were matched with teammates, the first words were not about the fight or the tactics but rather about exchanging contact information. An A-level girl even straightforwardly wanted to become friends with Older Haier, good friends, as in really good friends.

These messages weren't selected for team chat; they were public. As a result, it turned disastrous. Below, countless netizens instantly expressed disgust and disdain, along with comments about having no shame, and some even suggested one should look in the mirror before trying to step up, saying if anyone should, it should be them, especially since they just had plastic surgery.

Consequently, the self-proclaimed 'old lady' was bombarded even worse, leading to threats of doxing her and causing her to faint in the bathroom from distress.

So while it was a lively scene below, it was even more jovial above. The 4V4 showdown began amidst the audience's boisterous comments and ended just as hastily. Although Older Haier's team won the battle, it was by no means easy. The Haier Brothers weren't close-combat fighters; instead, they preferred to work in cooperation.

But this was a wild match; collaboration? Forget about it. Even the tankiest of players displayed the unrestrained flair of a DPS at this moment. With Older Haier watching their back, they had nothing to fear. The teammates were eager to show off their true skills.

As you can imagine, despite being a Red Cloak, Older Haier was sharp and perceptive. Unluckily, he was paired with a bunch of blockheads. It was precisely because of this that the opponents took him seriously, sending two people to suppress him at the same time. Faced with the task of taking care of himself and protecting his teammates, he realized he couldn't carry the team. Deciding to go all-in, he aggressively brandished the cleaver, chopping at heads until he took one down and turned the tide.

Who would have thought that the legendary super-soldiers, the fated duo known for their teamwork, would become cleaver-wielding butchers, red with frenzy?

But Older Haier was inwardly bitter; his brother was faring no better. Younger Haier had only matched with one teammate who, upon realizing they were paired with a super-soldier, was too excited to speak and got distracted with chatting throughout the match, only to discover they had switched configurations and forgot to equip an engine once the fighting started. This was utter nirvana—suddenly it became a 1V2 situation.

Oh crap, is this even a thing? Thought Younger Haier as a herd of llamas stampeded through his mind. But he had no choice; his opponents were two pilots with superior mechs. Although they were only A-level, their mech advantage was enough to make up for their shortcomings in strength. Furthermore, Younger Haier wasn't specialized in solo combat, and facing two at once, he fought desperately just to take out one.

As for the second one, he couldn't kill him no matter how hard he tried.

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