Chapter 358: Mu Jiang is Anxious

Huonan pointed at his head without speaking, just holding that pose. The live stream comments exploded, especially from the Martians; they hadn't expected Tianjing Mecha to be hiding so deep. A small guy was actually using Flowing Heart Martial Arts, and they had almost been ambushed. It was a pity it was useless; the great Martian man was a god in whom strength and wisdom coexisted. This was absolutely a manifestation of tactics and information. At this moment, Kuangwu Daren also fell into silence and powerlessness. He absolutely believed that Puppet could defeat Romero, but... the tactical room of Tianjing Mecha was deathly silent. Cheng Konghai was strong, so strong, with terrifying individual strength and mecha technique. Even in a passive situation, he could still find a glimmer of opportunity, but Lone Wolf was even fiercer. He was worthy of being the god of Wolf Martial Arts. The final move should have been the Teleportation Ability, his trump card. If he hadn't been controlled by the ant's Deep Space Intimidation, he hadn't even intended to use it.

Indeed, Romero had played his hand openly, but even if the opponent knew, what could they do!

The Wolf Martial Arts fans at the scene were celebrating wildly, the great Romero, the great Martian Warrior.

The Earth audience had fallen silent. At this time, the Tianjing Mecha campus was even more desolate. Despair was in everyone's eyes. Failure was not actually unacceptable; after all, it was Wolf Martial Arts. What was painful was that their Li Hao, their Puppet, had been directly targeted by tactics. If they had known it would be like this, why not let Cheng Konghai go first? That would have been so good!

Tianjing originally had a chance to win! Who on earth was in command!

The Vanguard battle was a crucial opening move, why let Wuzang go up???

Could it be that they were worried Romero would seize the first match? Both sides' contestants took the stage and calibrated their equipment. Dual Core Fission Engine, "Blood Moon Fury," Klein hurriedly knelt on the ground with his head lowered.

Puppet's fans were also very helpless. They weren't afraid of losing; if the overall strength was lacking, it was lacking, and everyone could see it. But this kind of loss was too cowardly, with a Substitute directly trading out.

Everyone really couldn't blame him; after all, Fan Liwei had already tried his best. That monster actually really had a terrifying Teleportation Ability; who could defend against that?

"Prepared for so long, only for Mu Jiang to be so disappointing." Klein sat on the table, swinging his legs and laughing. "What kind of stuff did the ant play? He couldn't even handle a Fan Liwei, completely living off his past reputation. Boss, we have no opponents for the championship this time." On the Wolf Martial Arts side, it was naturally the Substitute.

Buwaisiban.

Outside the Tianjing Mecha tactical room, the ant returned, head lowered and not speaking.

Seemingly various big movements were just to make the opponent drop their guard. Buwaisiban took a deep breath. The Centaur King suddenly launched an attack, iron hooves stepping heavily on the ground. His heart and his strength were both at their peak.

It wasn't complaining, but despair, deep helplessness. The scene was also filled with boos and cheers. The Martians were the happiest. Puppet didn't need to be cocky this time. Pig-like command, a

hick tossing about on the internet, showing his true colors at the S-Tournament, in

command art, he was pressed to the ground and crazily rubbed by Lone Wolf.

"What, bullshit, Brother Seven won't lose!" Jiang Qing had lost her match; after all, she was eliminated, and she was depressed for a while, but thinking that losing to Fire God was unavoidable, she opened her mind and recovered. Only then did she remember Ma Long's match.

Buwaisiban chose the Centaur King mecha. He didn't want to fight a humanoid mecha against Li Hao, using Mars' most unique Orc style to open up a sky. Dual engine nuclear fission, seven-axis drive, Laser Eye, chest laser...

cannon, K23 Tianhuo Changmao.

Outside the Wolf Martial Arts operation room, it was full of joy. Fan Liwei's consumption in that match wasn't small, but his foundation was incomparably solid, so it wouldn't affect him too much.

"Damn, what are you thinking? Cheer up! As long as the match isn't over, Brother Seven definitely has a way. You don't understand him too well!" Zuo Xiaotang didn't care at all. "Get me a stool. Damn, that bastard Basta was too ruthless, my waist is about to break." The Prometheus team members looked at each other...

The Martians cheered in waves, maybe they could really pull off a surprise

victory. After all, one side was now full of momentum, while the other's morale was low. Looking at Li Hao's half-dead appearance, everyone's hearts were probably cold.

Maxis at the scene was expressionless, brows locked. He felt it wouldn't be that simple, but in fact, Tianjing Mecha had indeed been forced into a desperate situation. One foot had already been eliminated; could there still be any chance?

Although Fan Liwei's expression was cold, one could tell his mood was very, very good. "Brothers, stay calm. The match isn't over yet, don't be careless. Next, play steadily. If we get through this, this year's championship is ours! This is just gaining experience. Once we win against Tianjing, the momentum will rise."

Would it be that extreme?

The tactical room was still very oppressive. The remaining three of Wolf Martial Arts wouldn't be weak, but none were Li Hao's match. But was the finale left for Romero?

Li Hao returned to the tactical room. The failure of that match was within expectations. This was someone who even Fan Liwei, Chao Qinglong, and Romero had defeated. He could win against Buwaisiban with one hand.

Chao Qinglong, Aofei, Luo Bi, and others at the scene had grave expressions. This... was a bit difficult. The waste of these two years had too much of an impact on the ant. Ordinary people thought the ant fought very fiercely, even forcing Lone Wolf into a desperate situation, but in reality, they could see that the ant's tactics were a bit rough, still living off his old reputation. Being the same Flowing Heart Martial Arts, the ant's level was unstable, so he had to end it quickly.

By comparison, Fan Liwei was much more steady, and he was conserving his strength. Even if a team battle was no longer very likely, Fan Liwei knew that under the condition of being able to win steadily, he still avoided consuming energy with Cheng Konghai.

But no matter how fast he won, it was only one point.

Zero to three, they were about to be eliminated. Hearing this news, Zuo Xiaotang was furious.

"Boss, accept my knees!" Beitan knelt on one knee. Depuyate's Eternal Team was full of joy. They hadn't gone to the scene. The exchange match had made the Eternal Team a joke. Whether it was Depuyate or his team members, they were all holding back a belly of anger, but they also knew that as pilots, boasting was meaningless. They

were preparing for the S-Tournament. As long as they won the championship, all opponents would be ants. And

the Tianjing Mecha that Depuyate feared was about to be eliminated at the start; how could he not be happy?

The Centaur King accelerated completely, the spear burning with red light. "Even if I have to perish with the opponent, I will win."

"Brother Right, come on, it's all up to you!" Ma Laoshi massaged Romero's shoulders. Having been over-healed, he couldn't go up at all, and he felt that even if he did, it would be a waste.

Klein nodded hurriedly and ran into the compartment to close the door. The air in the Sea Dragon lounge solidified and was silent. They all knew Xie'an was angry.

Li Hao went on stage. There was no way; he had to go first to suppress one of the opponent's choices in advance. That way, only two people were left for Romero...

"Awesome, the ant was pressed to death in his first match after his comeback!" Romero, who had suffered a big loss at Li Hao's hands, remained very calm despite such an advantage.

"Haha, Mu Jiang is angry, he's anxious. Not bad, the level is still there, but what a pity. What to do? Tianjing is about to be eliminated. I think this World Championship trip will teach him a lesson." Huonan laughed unscrupulously. It was very obvious that Li Hao's emotions were not right. His power was beyond doubt, but it was useless. After the match, he was going to interview Mu Jiang.

Romero stood up. He hadn't recovered yet. He had never dreamed that he was just tagging along, playing support in team battles, and this first match, his first S-Tournament match, was actually a life-or-death game.

Flash Strike Heavenly Horse Spear piercing like a rainbow!

"Boss, mighty!"

One Centaur King, one Archer King. Actually, if they were steady, they should have gone directly with the Centaur King. Neither Romero nor Li Hao could handle it. Kuangwu Daren's gaze was unwavering. Since he had come, since he had chosen to believe, even if he walked one path to the dark, he accepted it. White Night Saber, Super Type, medium mecha, 90 tons.

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Roar—

The atmosphere in the lounge was great. Everyone hadn't expected Tianjing Mecha to be messed up like this. It seemed Li Hao was still a bit arrogant. His thinking was still stuck two years ago, not knowing that during these two years, everyone had grown a lot. If you weren't careful, Romero was truly serious, pushing tactics to the extreme. Whoever underestimated the enemy would be defeated! The Centaur King, full of momentum, killed directly toward the White Night mecha. The White Night mecha made a horizontal shift at the last moment, the Blood Moon in his hand unsheathed,

a red light flashed past.

Li Hao remembered his own shining, actually once feeling that he could show his face; it was simply a joke. This intensity, this rhythm. And the contestants

Basta's Fire God Team, watching from outside the tactical room, was also very surprised. Was this too confident, or too cautious? He always felt something was wrong somewhere.

Centaur King K-Hel

"Go, confinement for one hour, calm down properly." Xie'an restrained his killing intent and said lightly.

"Boss, the ant was caught by Fan Liwei. Even if Li Ge wins one match, the remaining ones are the most useless Li Hao and Romero. On the Wolf Martial Arts side, there are still Fa'ao and Barrett, this..."

The Centaur King rushed over, but the upper body was left behind.

How to fight?

This was simply not giving Tianjing a chance, not even a little bit. This was only the battle for the top 16. If it were any team other than the top five, Tianjing Mecha could have advanced steadily. Tianjing really couldn't be called weak.

On the Sea Dragon side, the cheering outside was still there. The audience hadn't left the arena immediately. The scene was still replaying, and the Moon People were still celebrating.

An almost invincible ability.

The key was that the opponent's Substitute, Buwaisiban, was quite high-spirited. What if he won?

Two Mobile Suits appeared on stage, and the combat environment was the Arena.

The atmosphere was stifling and desperate; only Ma Long and Romero remained. "Are there still two matches left?" Zuo Xiaotang said.

RO medium Mecha, 90-ton class.

"Tianjing Martial Arts has taken one major match, there is still a chance. The current score is three to one; let us look forward to the critical seventh match!" Kuangwu Daren said, "Those who support Tianjing Martial Arts and support Puppet, please continue to support Tianjing Martial Arts, please go to the Puppet God, he will surely bring us victory!"

The smiling Klein was suddenly slapped, his entire body flying out and smashing into the wall. The lounge was deathly silent, shrouded in the eerie killing intent of Xie'an.

The Centaur King mecha that appeared on stage waved its Tianhuo Changmao to signal the audience. With a roar, Buwaisiban entered Burning Will; he was not going to play any fancy tricks with Puppet, he would just crush him right from the start.

Ma Long chose White Night Saber; this was Puppet's first match in the S-Tournament, and it might also be his last. Blood Moon had already returned to its scabbard.

"I'll take the next match, I'll take the initiative, and I'll leave the rest to you," Ma Long said.

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