Boom! With the roaring of the engine, the Prolan Mecha instantly stepped back to create distance. Though the first strike was due to a charge attack, from the second strike onwards, she had seen enough to spot an issue. The gravitational impact of that hit was a staggering 20 times greater, indicating her opponent was at least at the Red Robe level. While she couldn't ascertain the specific strength, being a Red Cloak was certain. Unexpectedly, one of the D-rank rated combatants turned out to be a Red Cloak; indeed, such rules for the event were foolish.

If all four of them were at this stage, she feared this battle might end badly for her. Although the White Robes are strong, particularly in handling details and seizing crucial moments, they are generally overwhelmed by the Red Robes. Facing two simultaneously would be incredibly challenging.

The Revenge Shadow Rider could handle four opponents at once, or Kexiao, or even the likes of Soaring Sword Dragon, which consisted of very few particles. Aside from top warriors, these were ultimate fighters. A mere White Robe trying to face four equals could literally get beaten senseless.

However, thinking they could overpower her just because she was at the Red Robe realm was overly arrogant. The medium-sized Prolan Mecha first gathered some energy before its shoulder-mounted cannon poured out fire, and she accelerated, not backing off but advancing directly towards the assembly signal, swinging her long sword aiming swiftly at the cockpit.

At the same time, gunfire from three directions shot towards her like a blanket in the sky; the poor accuracy was an aspect Margaret couldn't commend. Dashing and executing two frequency changes to dodge the attacks swiftly, the Prolan neared the assembly signal without slowing down.

Unbeknownst to her, the assembly signal faced the wind and roared into a quick leap with an acceleration.

It can be said that both were soldiers who had experienced vast battlefields. Although the Diya Alliance was fighting against Valan, Fatso regularly faced off against Saudi super warriors. He was utterly fearless. As a Maximal Outbreak warrior, he brandished his Titanium Alloy blade and struck a Galaxy Nine Heavens, entering a heavy assault mode.

Clang... Unbelievably, neither had taken even half a step back. Not only the spectators below the stage but also several teammates were simultaneously stunned!

If Margaret was still considered a White Robe, why hadn't Fatso, a Red Robe, been pushed back? In fact, they had no clear understanding of what it truly meant to be a Maximal Outbreak warrior, a rare kind of fighter.

They soon witnessed the terrifying reality of a Maximal Outbreak warrior. At the moment of simultaneous pause, it was Fatso who made the first move with a second sweeping strike, and even the ace pilot Margaret was slightly slower to react.

Clang!

Even through the screen, the crowd could feel the heaviness of this strike. Although the Prolan didn't retreat, the entire Mecha slid back a distance under the force of the impact, followed by a second strike, a third, a fourth, a fifth...

Jingling metallic roars sounded one after another. The two combatants never backed down even half a step in a face-to-face clash that was devoid of any fluff. Their teammates on the side couldn't join the battle; the distance was too short, and with the frequency of high-speed, heavy blows increasing, they also continuously exchanged positions. With their precision, it wasn't certain they wouldn't hit Margaret, potentially even causing harm to Fatso.

"What are you waiting for, charge!"

Through the communicator, Fatso's voice roared like thunder. Despite appearing evenly matched on the surface, such a state could only be maintained briefly. Lack of stamina was always the biggest weakness of a Maximal Outburst mobility warrior. Even a top-level warrior like the Revenge Shadow Rider had far greater stamina than an ordinary White Robe and could sustain high-intensity battles for a prolonged period. But he wasn't the Revenge Shadow Rider, nor even a White Robe. Such continuous output could only last a minute or two, at most three minutes with gritted teeth and desperate effort.

You can imagine what it feels like to sprint a hundred meters—exactly, it was like a hundred-meter sprint, only it also involved maintaining intense mental focus while sprinting, which made it undoubtedly the most exhausting method of combat.

"Let us join too."

The three teammates hesitated not a bit as they all dove into the battle with close-range attacks.

As another titanium alloy blade came chopping from the side, Margaret was caught off guard by the sudden attack; she tried to sweep sideways to escape the circle only to find another titanium alloy gun pointed at her back with a whoosh...

The engines of the Prolan roared. It flipped backward and rolled away, not waiting to land before another diagonal sweep aimed at her vital points… At the same time, the fourth person's attack also surged forward.

Margaret clearly knew whose threat was the greatest. Without hesitation, she brought up her defense shield to take a hit directly, then executed a series of frequency-shifting moves in the void. Without even looking, she thrust backward with a sword, piercing accurately into the machine followed by a horizontal slash; accompanied by a burst of squeaking electricity, the communication channel with her teammates was suddenly cut off.

It wasn't the teammate's fault—it was just that their levels were too mismatched. Two high ranks nearly always resulted in absolute domination. Moreover, it was an unexpected backstab. At this mid-stage, the pilot simply couldn't react in time; they couldn't accurately judge the opponent's actions and directions.

"All you need to do is support me while ensuring your safety," the fat one shouted over the communicator, followed by another vertical leap and strike.

Seeing their teammate fall in such a way, and hearing the fat one's words, the remaining two became even calmer, but Margaret had no intention of attacking with the fat one. She had completely locked her target on the two high-rank drivers. There's an old saying that often it's not the boss that is hard to deal with, but the minions; this saying couldn't be more true for Margaret. She realized that her opponent was not that simple and if she ignored the surrounding threats, she would also eventually be overwhelmed. Defeating the weaker ones before the stronger was the way to victory.

Intent on killing these two, Margaret surprisingly withstood another vicious chop from the Prolan, used the momentum to propel herself forward, and quickly closed the distance with the nearest Gun Rider.

The female opponent, seeing that Margaret was targeting another, did not hesitate to rush forward to start harassing Margaret. However, it was just a feint. Seeing her opponent press down with her foot and then twist her body to accumulate force, she burst out with great speed in a flash, leaving a trail of afterimages and another sword strike!

This strike was too fast and too sudden; the high-rank female teammate had practically no time to react before the opponent was in front of her. Then, she felt a pain in her body and lost consciousness in an instant. When she opened her eyes again, she realized she had entered the death perspective.

The playback in triple slow motion revealed that in that one second, Margaret had executed a series of movements—twisting, accelerating, and striking—all in one breath. And it wasn't just any acceleration; it was a rapid surge, a preemptive ignition followed by a breaking out operation using the physical engine's powerful thrust-weight ratio, a common tactic among White Robe Realm pilots. She couldn't even react.

The failure of the two undeniably signaled that the original advantage was gone. As another sword strike fell, even the third person was dealt with, and the scene had now turned into a 1v1. Although Margaret had endured several hits from the fat one during this, her machinery showed no signs of hardware damage. Instead, chasing and trying to regroup had considerably drained the fat one's physical strength.

Fatty's expression grew more severe. This Margaret was certainly not just any ordinary White Robe; it looked like, at the very least, she was mid-tier White Robe. Even with two advanced teammates, they were defeated without being able to resist consistently. Given the current state, it would be very difficult to overcome her.

The fat one decided to surrender. He was a very rational person. Even when facing an early-stage White Robe, his chances of winning were slim. After all, the realm difference was evident. Moreover, he had almost always fought outnumbered against the White Robe but, one-on-one, even if he burst out all his strength, it had almost been exhausted; and his opponent was not only early-stage but possibly even late-stage or peak. Fighting against such was nothing short of being overwhelmed.

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