However, another voice rose at this moment, issued by Desert Storm, "The reason you don't make a move is that you're too weak. Full strength, and that's all you have?"

"What!?"

No sooner had Desert Storm's words fallen than the 700 card hand speed promptly surged two tiers, reaching 900 cards!? People could scarcely believe their eyes. Speaking, Desert Storm suddenly moved at a speed two minutes faster, creating two afterimages with a heavy alloy blade that slammed onto the Dark Archangel's frame, followed by a spinning kick.

Boom, crackle, hiss...

Margaret's pretty face was now pressed against the control console due entirely to inertia, accompanied by a series of sparks shooting across the Light Screen. That was the sound of twisted steel as the Dark Archangel made contact with the ground, its chassis sliding a distance along the way, snapping who knows how many towering ancient trees and leaving a sinister, smoking crater in its wake...

After a moment of hesitation, Margaret completely froze in place... She did not get up, did not counterattack; she didn't make any move, yet through the communicator came her incredulous voice, "Impossible, not even 'Blue Lightning Rain' could suppress me to this degree."

"Blue Lightning Rain is that strong?"

Another voice again squarely blocked Margaret's statement, the reply from Desert Storm, sinking people into deep thought... Indeed, as a top-tier warrior, is 'Blue Lightning Rain' really that formidable? His tone wasn't scornful, but rather an inquiry from the depths of his soul.

Indeed, 'Blue Lightning Rain' is definitely strong, but to the eyes of a top-tier Maximal Outbreak warrior, it might not necessarily be all that mighty.

Margaret slowly straightened up, as if in that moment her conviction was reaffirmed, "Enough talk, let me witness this top-tier Maximal Outbreak's suppression, make your move."

As she spoke, she swiftly took to the air to gain distance, her weapon momentarily locking onto the ground. After a series of complex maneuvers, onlookers could only see the air filled with bursts of light and shadows as, in that moment, the Dark Archangel activated all of its long-range weapons, shhk shhk shhk...

As the barrage of bullets came towards him, Desert Storm quickly struck back. His mech, which did not possess more restraining power, suddenly increased its hand speed to a fierce 1K! God! That was 1K!

With a series of booming echoes, the epicenter seemed to host an indelible man-made sun.

Margaret's X7 Overriding was not a match for Desert Storm's X3 suppression, despite that her hand speed had also increased to an 800 efficiency. Yet, even with such a tactical advantage, she chose to employ a displacement method featuring continuous multi-point firepower coverage.

TK's efficiency had now gradually climbed from 1.0K to 1.1K, while Margaret, stuck at 880K, seemed to have reached her limit. However, TK's 1.1K hand speed was still ramping up furiously to 1.2K.

In this moment, people seemed to awaken from a dream, realizing one should never attempt to challenge the firepower output of a top-tier Maximal Outburst warrior.

Under TK's extreme suppression, Margaret's frantic aerial displacement was becoming increasingly larger, her frequency of counterattacks, however, was dwindling over time.

Pop pop pop boom! Wham wham wham!

Below the deafening roars of the waves, the Dark Archangel was completely engulfed in flames, shockwaves continuously blasting into the ground from the void—yet the ground itself trembled constantly with the roar of metal, unimaginable in the fury of TK's outbreak. Even without moving, the mech's frame trembled, displaced, as though silently screaming its operator's rage. At this time, his hand speed was still skyrocketing, reaching 1.3K...

Now, the big screen had become utterly incapable of displaying the Dark Archangel clearly, pop boom! Accompanied by a blast of air, a mushroom cloud instantly burst through the battlefield, and the battle finally concluded amidst the sound of explosion.

Winner — Desert Storm

This battle not only alarmed Diya, but the world was also completely shocked by TK's terrifying damage output.

In slow motion it was easy to see that Margaret couldn't even fight back. She was entirely suppressed throughout the battle. Her firepower was completely focused on defending against the relentless barrage of bullets, and ultimately, she was thoroughly knocked down by a 1.3K firepower output.

Could you blame Margaret for being too weak, or was her opponent simply too strong, so overpowering that she didn't even show a hint of an offensive desire?

Everyone thought Margaret was the dark horse, but who could have anticipated that in this battle of lesser masters, the biggest upset would occur with an unquestionable victory for Desert Storm? TK versus Revenge Shadow Rider. Two top fighters, both belonging to Maximal Outbreak's ultimate shooters. Who was stronger? This was definitely a battle you couldn't miss in a lifetime.

When the four o'clock bell rang on time, the elimination round came to an end, and everyone waited for the prime-time showdown at six o'clock. Revenge Shadow Rider was set to go head-to-head with Desert Storm. Although the players hadn't arrived at the venue, the arena was already packed to the brim, with countless players desperately trying to squeeze in, but to no avail. Those who were in line had already staked out their spots a day in advance.

Many who came a day earlier couldn't even secure good seats, let alone those who arrived merely two hours before the crucial match was set to begin.

Office workers who heard they had to work overtime simply threw in the towel, not caring anymore, stubbornly deciding to watch the live stream, claiming they'd die if they missed it.

At this rushed off-work time, you could see such a scene: streams of people walking much faster than usual. Even the usually slow and steady buses were racing against private cars during this special period.

For many otaku guys and girls, staying at home with plenty of good food and drink was the real deal: "Xiao Ming, go downstairs and buy a bottle of liquor for your dad. You can keep the change."

But there were old Shadow Rider fanatics and young enthusiasts alike. With just 10 minutes left before the match, who wanted to move then? Normally, Xiao Ming lacked pocket money, but at times like these, priorities change. So, the pair of recluses argued about it in their room, ordering a takeaway that no one would deliver. All orders were being pushed back till after 10 p.m., with the excuse that there were too many orders to handle at the moment.

Believe it or not, this father-son duo was not buying it and decided to settle the remaining issue with a game of rock-paper-scissors.

Located in the Bounty Tribe, Mardis finished his last drink and got up to leave the bar. To his surprise, it was indeed him. In fact, the moment he saw the ID, Feng Yi had already guessed it could be him. He was looking forward to the forthcoming duel. After all, a battle between them was inevitable, driven not by hatred or profit, but by an unspoken understanding between them.

Desert Storm wanted to challenge him, and he was equally eager to challenge Desert Storm. The only issue was he hadn't found the right opportunity. Rather than battling in reality, it was much better to complete this fight in a networked battle.

Considering his current physical condition, his chances were not great. One thing was sure, he couldn't allow Desert Storm to perform at the level he had just shown, and Desert Storm would definitely restrict his performance too. As for who could restrain whom more, that was a more mystical question.

Both were known for an offensive edge in terms of output, defense, and control, but there were subtle differences. Desert Storm leaned more towards maximum suppression, smothering like boiling a frog in hot water, while he preferred an instantaneous, decisive outburst.

Regardless, Desert Storm wouldn't be able to produce the same rhythm as before against him. Feng Yi did not doubt that under that rhythm, even raising his sustained hand speed to 1.3K or 1.4K wouldn't be difficult, but a match on equal footing was different. It wasn't guaranteed who could suppress whom, making control all the more crucial.

Feng Yi had crossed swords with Desert Storm before, only in solo combat, but that could shed some light on issues. Normally, Desert Storm would be one small level below him in terms of offense. At least Feng Yi could perform Flame Dual Slash and maintain such hand speed continuously, which was about 200 more efficient than Desert Storm.

Yet, he couldn't ignore the defense factor. Desert Storm's defense should be above his, evident from the details in the first shot that Margaret fired through the foliage. If it was him, he'd mostly opt to move or twist his body for a ricochet effect, whereas Desert Storm went for a direct counter.

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