Chapter 390: The Champion's Heart, the Trembling Hands

"Viewers who haven't used it might not be aware, but the difference is like that between old-fashioned automatic and manual transmissions; for every movement of the mecha, the Black Night mecha requires one extra operation." The contestants from both sides entered the final calibration stage, Yinhun Lancer versus Black Night Saber.

"Honestly, if I were Fan Liweite, I wouldn't even know how to lose!"

"Is there a possibility that his Black Night mecha will still be very powerful on the Yueying Battlefield?"

"Do you know how painful it is to have one extra operation during a duel between top experts?"

"What if—I mean, what if he doesn't care?"

It must be said that the mood of the Moon audience at the scene relaxed significantly; no matter what, this was extremely favorable for Fan Liweite. Regardless of how he won, if he won, the opportunity would arrive, while the defeated Li Hao would pay the price for his stupidity and arrogance. Many times, classic historical reversals begin with the collapse of a single detail.

Huonan glanced at the live stream; once Li Hao confirmed the Black Night mecha, the popularity directly broke through 8.5 billion. This was almost unbelievable for a quarter-final match. As for the other match, besides the live audience and the cities involved, almost no one was watching. Numerous viewers who thought the quarter-finals weren't intense enough flooded in; those who had been hesitating whether to watch or not all set aside their work—some went to the bathroom, some had diarrhea, and the trend of skipping classes and leaving work early began to spread.

Yueying Battlefield, Black Night fighting Yinhun—only the Puppet God in the entire universe would dare to do this. But this isn't a live exhibition match; this is the S Tournament, the deciding game...

Two Mobile Suits descended onto the Yueying Battlefield. It still maintained the original ecology of the Moon—desolate and empty. The blue Earth hung right before their eyes, and artificial satellites provided a dim light that made the place even colder, more desolate, and deathly silent.

This was familiar and intimate to every Moon Warrior, and operating under low gravity with the help of an auxiliary gravity adjustment system was a must for every Moon pilot—completely relaxed and at ease. This had already been carved into the genes of Moon Warriors.

But what about an Earthling?

One can train, one can adapt, but to what extent can something in the genes go?

"Mu Jiang is going to pay the price for his arrogance. Kuangwu, want to make a bet?" Huonan, who had been waiting, suddenly said.

"Make a bet?" Kuangwu Daren was stunned; Huonan always liked to make moves at inexplicable moments.

"I've considered it and decided to satisfy your wish. Let's just bet on this match. Same old rules, 10% this time. If you lose, you donate it to the ROM charity foundation." Huonan felt it was time; play it safe, earn back a little bit at a time. He had just been thinking and analyzing seriously, considering all possibilities. In this match, the Heavenly King was sure to win; opportunity knocks but once!

"20%!" Kuangwu Daren shook his head. He also had to fight back; he couldn't just let Huonan dictate everything. He applied pressure.

"Kuangwu, be cautious, look at the situation clearly!" Huonan advised, "You're different from me; I've been doing this for many years, after all, and have a solid foundation."

"It's fine, I don't mind the cost for showing love to the little ones, even more is fine." Kuangwu Daren blinked and smiled.

"50%," Huonan said immediately and decisively. I was waiting for you to say that!

Kuangwu Daren shrugged indifferently, "As you wish."

"But I suddenly remembered one thing; for the sake of fairness, you need to go 100%."

Although both were streamers, their bases were different. Kuangwu Daren definitely couldn't compare. After the last time, Huonan realized he had suffered a huge loss, so he had been waiting for such a chance to turn the tables. He lured him in first, not expecting the other party to take the bait so easily.

"Fine!" Kuangwu Daren nodded without hesitation. Being able to sit here, participate in this grand event, and witness his idol's battle was enough for him; other things weren't important. Without desire, one is strong.

Seeing the other party so quick to agree, Huonan felt a bit nervous, but the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Do it!

With this combination of favorable timing, geographical advantages, human support, and luck, if Fan Liweite couldn't beat Mu Jiang, he should just retire; he shouldn't even be a person anymore.

Clang.

Accompanied by a crisp spear chime, the Silver Dragon Spear was in hand. The Yinhun mecha grabbed the Silver Dragon Spear and gave it a fierce shake; silver light flames poured into the Silver Dragon Spear, while the Black Night mecha held the Blood Moon, with no intention of drawing the blade.

The Yinhun mecha lowered its center of gravity and pulled the Silver Dragon Spear back into a spear-holding stance. The spear tip slowly pointed at the Black Night mecha. With a loud explosion, the Silver Dragon Spear moved at high speed. The gravity auxiliary system controlled it automatically, allowing the Yinhun mecha to perfectly balance the changes in gravity, moving as if on flat ground. The mecha rushed toward Black Night like a silver streak of light.

Zing.

A point of silver light from the Silver Dragon Spear struck toward Black Night Saber, instantly turning into a sky full of spear shadows, directly enveloping the Black Night mecha. The Black Night mecha's engine roared, and the mecha swayed continuously amidst the sky full of spear shadows. In an instant, all attacks missed. The Yinhun mecha hung in the air and slashed down with the Silver Dragon Spear; the scabbard blocked it, and with a shake and a push, the Yinhun mecha was bounced away. The next second, Black Night stepped forward. Just as it had the momentum to charge, the Yinhun mecha performed an antelope leap, swaying left and right, directly causing Black Night's idea of a counterattack to fail.

The Silver Dragon Spear rotated and attacked, continuously piercing out from various angles. In this environment, the Yinhun mecha had sufficiently superior mobility, completely freely circling and crazily rotating to strike the Black Night mecha. Every angle was an opportunity to attack, while Black Night only had the role of defending.

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

The Silver Dragon Spear and the Blood Moon scabbard collided continuously. The Silver Dragon Spear was completely on the offensive. Zing, zing, zing, zing...

Not pursuing heavy blows, but using spear speed to find flaws. Finally, with a sliding spear technique, Black Night didn't fully block it. The next second, the Yinhun mecha, having pulled the spear back, performed a flip and a downward-spinning returning-horse spear, directly striking at Black Night's head. The Black Night mecha leaned back to dodge. How could Fan Liweite miss such an opportunity? His silver pupils shone brightly, and with a roar, the mecha spun sideways, the spear tip touched the ground, and a roundhouse kick swung over.

Boom.

It hit Black Night Saber squarely. If it were regular gravity, such an attack would still be easy to defend, but on the Yueying Battlefield, friction was insufficient, and it largely relied on the pilot's operation and the engine's internal power coordination to resolve it. The Black Night mecha was sent swinging directly.

The landed Yinhun Lancer gathered power in an instant; the mecha let out a roar, the body shook violently, and the entire Yinhun mecha ejected from its spot. The Silver Dragon Spear struck toward Black Night like a cannonball.

Baiwu Style—Dragon Chasing Flash!

The repelled Black Night had been prepared, and the scabbard was directly ready for a block, but the force was wrong. The Yinhun mecha's Flash Strike pursuit was actually an arc flash; the attack was entirely a feint. In the moment of crossing, the Yinhun Lancer had already descended, and this misalignment also caused Black Night to be delayed.

After landing, the Yinhun mecha instantly burned with violent silver light flames, like the only god in the dim night sky.

Baiwu Style—Silver Dragon Hundred-Form Sky-Breaking Flash!

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da.

The Silver Dragon Spear crazily struck toward Black Night. It was a violent attack that seemed to want to pierce the sky. And the Black Night mecha, without an auxiliary gravity system, was clearly half a second slower in descending. This half-second was enough to miss the best opportunity, and it could only defend against such attacks while suspended in the air.

And this was the drawback of not having a gravity automatic adjustment system.

Zing, zing, zing, zing.

A sky full of silver light bloomed, and at this moment, the Black Night mecha could only sway continuously in the air, waving its arms and legs. The engine roared, and the Black Night mecha rolled and pitched, like a small boat in a raging sea, ready to be wrecked and killed at any moment. The Yinhun mecha felt the opponent's panic and despair; the light flames became more explosive, and the attacks became more ferocious, accompanied by Fan Liweite's roar.

Kill, kill, kill.

He wanted to beat out all his humiliation, all his unwillingness, and all his desires. This was the opportunity heaven had bestowed upon him; it was the best opportunity to defeat Li Hao!

The Black Night mecha had no other choice. At this time, there wasn't even a chance to draw the blade. The mecha could only sway and dodge in the air, arms and legs flailing wildly. The Silver Dragon Spear became faster and faster; eighteen consecutive explosive flashes directly sealed off all of Black Night's movement possibilities. The Blood Moon scabbard was also knocked aside. Black Night finally couldn't take it anymore; the mecha's shoulder shook, the center of gravity shifted forward, the engine roared, and it was about to perform a flash strike.

Fan Liweite's pupils widened abruptly. This detail—he caught it! He was waiting for this very moment!

The Yinhun mecha soared into the sky, and the Silver Dragon Spear, with the momentum of a rainbow, struck with full force. Fan Liweite had predicted Black Night's move.

Boom.

The Yinhun mecha soared into the sky, while Black Night, which had feinted, had already landed. The Silver Dragon Spear struck at nothing, flying out more than thirty meters before controlling its landing.

P77.

Fan Liweite was faked out?

The Black Night mecha didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing; it looked at Fan Liweite as if very surprised. Li Hao was actually quite looking forward to this match; old friends, one less for every one you fight. "Don't, be nervous, take, your time."

P77.

The entire arena was silent.

Everyone thought the one with ease and comfort was Fan Liweite; who could have imagined it was actually the Black Night mecha.

"Dear viewers, the Marine Corps low-gravity S-skill—Weightless Sway," Kuangwu Daren roared, clenching his fist, "Sometimes a manual transmission can exert human power better than an automatic one. This is also the charm of a pilot, the charm of mecha combat!"

Huonan in the livestream room also felt a bit parched; how could this dog-like Puppet know everything? A mere Earthling was actually capable of such exquisite moonwalking, and the dignified Fan Liweite had actually been shaken off by a feint—just how nervous and focused must one be for that?

Is this the mindset a champion should have?

Who exactly is the challenger here!

Huonan was a bit bewildered; it felt like something was wrong everywhere, but this was Fan Liweite—if one couldn't even believe in Fan Liweite, what else in this world could one believe in? Mu Jiang, don't stir up trouble; this isn't an influencer tournament, this is the S-Tournament, please provide the normal level an influencer should have!

He had bet his entire fortune; his mortgage, his busty girl, and his vacation were all drifting away from him!

Fan Liweite was clearly also a bit annoyed; being shaken off and toyed with like this was truly a bit embarrassing. His Burning Consciousness instantly reached its peak, but he knew that when fighting Li Hao, one must absolutely not lose their head. The Silver Dragon fighter's engine roared as it instantly charged toward Black Night Saber.