Elvis's victory required a good actor, but Feng Yi still shook his head. Although the girl went easy on him, he had treat her harshly in return. It seemed that Elvis was doomed to live a lonely life.

When Elvis woke up, his first question was about the result. A few seconds later, he could hardly believe that he had drawn with an opponent whose strength far exceeded his own. Given that the Federation soldier was unconscious and Hell's Gate's Mirami was still relatively lucid despite her mecha catching fire, the battle ended in a draw which neither side could dispute.

As the eldest sister and a super genius from Hell's Gate, the battle result certainly shook Mirami. However, given her indifferent nature, she probably didn't care much about the outcome. What she cared about more was her opponent's gun skills.

Unfortunately, Mirami was completely unconscious due to internal injuries from the exploded engine. The doctors attending to her were anxious for fear of any complications, even the Federation sent inquiries and expressions of concern immediately. However, Vladimir outright rejected them, not wanting to see anyone from the Federation.

Vladimir had only one sister, Mirami, but the Federation... Every time Vladimir thought about it, he felt a surge of rage!

Humph, this was an opportunity though. There was a saying that there's no second place in war. A draw in the Mecha Battle was very rare throughout history. According to ancient tradition, when this happens, another warrior would step in to replace. Therefore, Vladimir decided to seize this opportunity to teach the Federation a lesson.

Upon learning about the situation, Rekart advised against continuing the battle. Internal conflict within the alliance before they even faced the frontlines was not good news for anyone. However, since there was no rule that the white-cloaked couldn't participate, Rekart had no authority to interfere with the family feud. After all, given Mirami's unusual injury, her situation was very special.

Following the principle of not to spoil relations, the Silver Alliance decided not to interfere further. It was no skin off their nose, so they were indifferent.

Upon receiving the news, Amelia was shocked, or rather, the term "infuriated" was more fitting. Over the light screen, her voice remained composed, with no trace of emotion. "Mr. Vladimir, I understand your feelings, but accidents are inevitable in battles. I hope you could consider the situation the Federation is in."

"General Amelia, if your proposal is a request from the Federation, I will consider accepting it. I hope the Alliance can hear your voice, which will be enough to demonstrate your sincerity." Vladimir then cut off the Heavenly Communication, setting forth a demand that the Federation could never agree to.

The fleet commander cursed silently, suspecting that Vladimir must have gone mad. Although worried that Vladimir would damage their alliance relations, he had no authority to interfere with his course of action.

Amelia was also contemplating what to do. The Federation couldn't possibly retreat in front of the alliance, yet they couldn't engage in this battle in principle either. However, she thought of a proposal that could serve both sides; just surrender at the very moment the battle begins. That wasn't shameful. Even the top 12 warriors had little chance of defeating Vladimir, let alone an ordinary red-cloaked soldier?

The fight between a white-cloaked and a red-cloaked could be considered as the strong oppressing the weak. Yet, when Vladimir arrived at the arena a few minutes later, he made a pre-battle declaration that the Federation could not refuse under any circumstances.

Vladimir declared that as a white-cloaked, fighting against a red-cloaked was indeed unfair. Therefore, he would allow the Federation's red-cloaked warriors to fight him two against one. Of course, there was no issue even if there were three. If anyone felt like standing up for the Federation, they were free to come forward as well.

The crowd was shocked by his declaration. This was too arrogant, wasn't it? Although his statement was a bit petty, Vladimir was undoubtedly worthy of his title as one of the four Heavenly Kings of the Hell's Gate. Remember, the combined power of two red-cloaked soldiers was definitely greater than their individual strengths.

Of course, Vladimir's implicit message was clear too. Anyone could come, but whether they had the fate to return was another matter.

The other two great powers within the alliance found great interest in this turn of events. After all, they enjoyed a good show as long as they weren't the ones getting burned. As the whistles echoed in the background, the serious arena suddenly became the center of attention of the FCA, and the viewership skyrocketed. Among the viewers, there were also some from rival factions.

The Federation was not amused by this turn of events. What is Hell's Gate up to? When an angry Greedy Wolf tried to contact Hell's Gate through the Heavenly Communication, all he received was an apologetic laugh from Chairman Sena. It is said that an army at war is not subject to the commander's orders. The Alliance could receive the Star Domain Broadcast and Rekart's program, but if they wished to make contact, they needed to establish a connection with the Star Domain Broadcast on the same frequency. This would take at least 25 minutes. Therefore, Hell's Gate could do nothing but apologize for this situation.

However, the Chairman assured that they were trying to establish a connection and promised the Federation a satisfactory explanation.

With a scowl, the Greedy Wolf ended the Heavenly Communication. "Hell's Gate, if anything should happen to our red-cloaked soldier, you must take full responsibility!"

However, it's not only the Greedy Wolf who was angry. Every Federation citizen who learned of this was furious. They wished they could charge up to the stage and give a brutal beating to Vladimir. Damn it, what's the idea of using a white-cloaked soldier to oppress? Why not let the 12 warriors fight against Grand? Initially, it was already not easy for Elvis to hold his ground against a stronger foe. There was a factor of luck, and a large part of it also relied on Mirami underestimating her enemy. And now, to replace Elvis with a white-cloaked soldier, who could bear this pressure?

It's important to know that Vladimir was operating his own super-soldier. Although the two red-cloaked soldiers the Federation had sent to the frontlines weren't lacking in capabilities, there was no high probability of victory from any perspective, whether it be combat experience or other aspects.

At this point, Xiao Bo's mood was understandably solemn. He knew it was about time to put his life on the line.

As for Elvis, his situation was even worse. By right and reason, he shouldn't continue to fight. But if not him, who else? They couldn't just send ordinary soldiers to their deaths. Perhaps there was some hope if he teamed up with the fatty. If they replaced Elvis with someone else, it would be a death sentence.

As the timer on the arena continued to tick away, Fatty knew he had to make a decision. There was no point in arguing now. He spat out a thicket of phlegm. If death was inevitable, he would die. Twenty years later, he could still be a good soldier. Besides, who knew who would defeat who today? With the mindset of a desperado, Xiao Bo jumped into the mecha first. Even at the brink of death, he didn't forget to drag Elvis along, "Brother, don't tell me you're scared?"

"Heh, saying I'm not scared is utter nonsense. But compared to that, I'm more concerned about my current physical condition." Elvis said weakly, standing in front of the mecha. Although the soldiers wished to go in their stead, they knew that only these two stood any chance of turning the tables.

Before anyone could say a word, an icy and heavy synthesized voice suddenly rang out across the entire arena, "I wonder if I'm capable."

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