But... gazing at his teammate's destroyed mecha, he quickly abandoned that thought. Although he acknowledged himself as no remarkable character and someone prone to give up, there was still a teammate's vendetta to avenge, giving up would be unconscionable. "Screw it, let's do this," he thought.

He took a deep breath and then, with a sudden explosive exclamation, thrust forth, swinging his weapon in a crescent, half-moon arc directly at the oncoming opponent.

Mary, who had also been through a series of tough exchanges, was in no comfortable position either. Her chest heaved unevenly, knowing that her opponent was intent on harm and not inclined to block directly at least she assumed a brief reprieve before responding wouldn't hurt, given she had not preserved any less energy than her opponent.

Zipping around like a streak of green lightning, the Prolan seemed to defy the slashing blade lights, turning them into yellow glimmers around it before they disappeared... Of course, she couldn't dodge every strike perfectly, so occasionally she would raise her shield to block or counter with her long sword to push the attack away...

Little did anyone expect that this Grand assembly mecha would be so ferocious. Even after Mary dodged more than a hundred consecutive moves, the opponent's speed intensified rather than decreased, intensifying with each blade's fall. Even the countless Diya spectators were watching the relentless slashing with palpable fear and trepidation...

Margaret was utterly shocked, while in the process of regaining her strength, she still tried to spot for weaknesses. But no openings were found, and the enemy's oppression grew stronger and stronger. If at first she could regain some energy while on the defensive, now, Margaret had no chance to catch her breath at all.

The host maintained a neutral attitude and posed a query to Grand, "The speed of this Federation player's assault is still accelerating. Colonel, is it possible he had been holding back his true capability?"

"I don't think so."

"Why is that?"

"Considering his average hand speed is that of an elite stage, but he can go toe-to-toe with an ace in a short time, it suggests that he might be a warrior with extreme burst output—however, any type could undergo a change during a battle, be it emotional buildup, physical exhaustion, or perhaps some other reason."

"Hehe, could the Colonel give us a concrete example? Many problems that seem simple to soldiers can sound very abstract to us civilians."

Grand replied, "To my knowledge, during a certain battle, when the Haier Brothers destroyed the Silver Sword, Saudi's super-soldier Black Peak underwent an emotional disruption, firing several shots with a hit rate of 100%. Such accuracy I believe could only be achieved by top fighters, but emotional disruption made it possible for Black Peak, leading to substantial damage to the god mecha and the pilot nearly losing his life in that battle. There are many such instances."

Having said that, Grand made a point that this was military secret and should not be disclosed carelessly, or he'd be in trouble, although this was said in jest. After all, with the war over, many secrets weren't so secretive anymore, but it also displayed Grand's sense of humor.

Back at the battlefield, the burst of energy from the plump pilot was only temporary; his movements were obviously much slower than before, completely suppressed by Margaret, who was not just a single offensive type but demonstrated her terrifying combat capability by engaging in close combat with him from the beginning.

But it was all over. With a sword piercing the cockpit, the victor was the dark-clothed Lolita Margaret. Undoubtedly, she was the highlight of the day. No matter who or what the odds were, she wouldn't lose to anyone.

This time entering the fray, Margaret was primarily aiming to defeat Revenge Shadow Rider. This wasn't arrogance—Margaret indeed possessed that level of skill. By age, she was younger than Dovir, but in strength, she was superior.

Of course, that was only part of it. It's important to note that Margaret wasn't piloting her specialized mecha, and she hadn't given her all yet. The recent fight, despite its intensity, did not make Margaret feel the threat of defeat. These opponents weren't worthy of her full efforts. Only top fighters could make her go all out, and even they might not be strong enough—Margaret had never met an opponent she couldn't beat. You must realize, she's someone tested through the trials of actual combat.

Amongst waves of cheering from the Diya alliance, the battle came to its perfect conclusion. With Margaret smoothly sheathing her sword in the Prolan, her popularity soared to its peak at that moment. She was, without doubt, the brightest highlight in this fight.

The other exciting matches couldn't be missed either; each warrior was giving their all towards their goals. The Haier Brothers, Elvis, Angelina, Dovir—whether familiar or not, the battle was eliminating players with rapid speed.

The Haier Brothers got eliminated around the time when nearly a thousand players were still in the running, a regrettable outcome. Once separated, their combat efficacy would drop significantly. With the tournament's extreme randomness, despite both being A-level rated, matching them up was difficult, which is why they were among those eliminated earlier in the late stages.

Elvis, on the other hand, fell to Angelina in their battle. Of course, it wasn't an easy win for her. She was well aware of who Elvis was—the man who'd defeated Mirami. This warranted extra caution from Angelina, particularly to guard against Elvis's Wind Assault Thrust and his ultimate move, the Cloud Drilling Spear. Because she was constantly vigilant against this attack, Elvis ran out of any significant threat during the match. Despite lasting longer, she kept her composure and seized the perfect moment for a clean kill.

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