Chapter 423: What Level Is This Wave On?

"Undying Slash—Full Moon Scimitar!" Xilian wore a playful smile on his lips. "Quite interesting, what did you all see?"

"Basta tried his best, it feels like the team battle is going to be a wash." Klein shrugged helplessly. "But I think the Black Night Saber has also reached its limit; is it getting close to Li Mo's trump card?"

"There might still be some distance." Li Xiangshan shook his head; this was truly a hurdle that made everyone feel troubled.

"Oh, why do you say that?" Xilian laughed.

"The final strike he used was a shockwave; in terms of attributes, it should be exactly the same as Basta's."

Li Xiangshan and the others did not lower their voices, and the surrounding Warriors could all hear them. Originally, everyone felt that Basta had actually been just a hair's breadth away from toppling Li Mo, which was quite a pity; even if it had been a mutual destruction, it would have broken his shackles.

"So what? I think he's reached his limit too, and there was a lot of luck involved. The team battle is still anyone's guess." Suddenly, a contestant from the Space City popped up and said, his face still carrying a bit of excitement, probably happy to finally be able to show off his insight among the big shots.

The next second, everyone looked at this person as if they were looking at an idiot.

Defeating an opponent using the opponent's own ability—what level is this wave on?

It is very difficult for the live audience to grasp the inner workings of the Zone. From the perspective of the mecha battle, Li Hao won by a narrow margin. Although it was a pity and sad, the Martians still had a chance. The team battle—the most critical team battle—had arrived. Only the side with stronger resilience and a stronger team could ultimately win this match.

The condition of both captains and their team members was unknown. After the great battle just now, although Li Hao and Basta had determined a winner, what was the situation of both sides now? How would they face the team battle in half an hour?

All supporters of Tianjing Martial Arts also calmed their joyful hearts. The competition was not over yet; there was still the more critical team battle.

In mecha battles, one should never be happy too early; until the very last moment, one never knows who the winner will be.

The variables in the team battle were still very large, and both sides had a chance. But looking at the overall team proficiency and tactics, the Fire God Team was definitely more advantageous. The tactical discipline of the number one team on Mars was at a ceiling level.

It was just... just that the loss in the final match was an immeasurable blow to the morale of the Fire God Team. Could they hold up?

The Langwu Team did not arrive at the scene; they were currently like rats crossing the street, staying at their own base to watch. However, Basta's failure still made them very happy. Regardless of the final result, they had essentially made it to shore. Tianjing Martial Arts was truly powerful; this Li Hao was no ordinary person. Their burden had been lifted.

Jiluo was very happy. Not only was the burden lifted, but he was also moving up in the world. Life was good. He glanced at Romero, who was sitting at the very back, and gave him a look.

Brisbane stood up. "Ahem, Romero, stop looking. It's useless to look. Pack up your things and change rooms."

Romero was still immersed in the battle just now. Basta's determination... was not enough. He couldn't help but shake his head. If the order of facing him had been changed, his possibilities would have been greater, at least he would have been able to see a higher scenery.

"Hey, hey, the Team Leader told you to change rooms!" Brisbane had to say loudly, sounding a bit like a paper tiger. Due to the long-term deterrence, there was still some pressure. However, everyone had confirmed that Romero's condition was truly impossible to recover from; it would be a stroke of luck just to be an ordinary person. Mars had always spoken based on ability, and Romero had said the same about them in the past.

Romero frowned, glanced faintly at his surroundings, and walked out amidst those gazes that were a mix of fear and smugness.

"What is he putting on airs for? If it weren't for his past contributions, we'd have to set some rules for him for acting so arrogant!"

"Forget it, give him some time to adapt. Hand over the team expenses and other related things; it's no longer appropriate for them to be with him." Jiluo said indifferently. His words were imitating Romero. Romero was finished. Basta had used such a powerful Thunder Phase; there was no way he could recover without lying in bed for a year or a year and a half. His opportunity was coming next.

A blessing in disguise, who knows?

Li Hao walked out of the Cockpit, and Zuo Xiaotang immediately pounced over. Li Hao collapsed upon impact, giving everyone a fright. Ma Long rushed over to provide treatment.

"No need, I'm just exhausted. Let me rest for a while. Ma Long, you need to maintain your state; we all need to be together for the team battle." Li Hao waved his hand.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm really fine. Basta is no better off than I am. Enough talk, I'm going to rest. Class Monitor, you go ahead and arrange the tactics for everyone; you lead the team battle." Li Hao laughed.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Having struggled to this point, they were only half a step away from the final four. They couldn't be cowards; they had to win this!

Li Hao was alone in the lounge, drinking nutrient solution.

On the other side, the situation for the Fire God Team was even worse. Basta had been carried out, but the Fire God Team had been prepared. After more than ten minutes of busy work with emergency injections, T78 Adrenaline, and nutrient solution, Basta opened his eyes.

Plan A had completely failed. They had prepared for a long time and had also fulfilled Basta's wish, but in the end, they were still a little short. However, this little bit also allowed the Fire God Team to see a glimmer of hope.

"Boss, we have a great chance in the team battle. We were just a little short. Li Mo must not be doing well either. As long as we execute our tactics well, the team battle is completely winnable!"

"Guard against the 'Ant', still follow the plan to drag him down, and eliminate the others one by one first!"

"Their tactical sense is very poor; we can completely play by the rules!"

Basta had lost, but the morale of the team members was still holding up. They were all Tianqi members; they had encountered worse situations in the past, so what was this? Compared to the past, this time they were already very, very close. Although they hadn't won perfectly, if the team won, it would also be a strategic victory for Tianqi Mars.

As for the semi-finals, they weren't even thinking about them yet. Precisely because of this, they had to go all out to win this team battle.

Basta nodded silently. There were some things he knew, but looking at his confident team members, he couldn't say anything. Having reached this point, they could only fight. With full recovery, he could probably still exert fifty percent of his strength.

Basta closed his eyes and waited quietly, feeling that something was wrong in his heart... Why did he still leave him behind?

What was he trying to do?

On the other side, Li Hao... was squatting on a chair, eating and drinking heartily. He didn't look like an exhausted person at all. Damn it, why was he hungry again? Exercise was indeed very draining, damn it.

Bang.

The door suddenly opened. The two stared at each other with wide eyes. Li Hao opened his mouth, feeling a bit awkward; there was no time for this...

"Aren't you supposed to be arranging tactics?" Li Hao wiped the food crumbs from his mouth and squeezed out a weak smile.

"Hehe, it would be a real pity if you didn't become an actor." Zhou Naiyi laughed, admiring Li Hao's awkward appearance. "Eat up, you look like a starving ghost reincarnated."

Li Hao shrugged helplessly and resumed chewing. Zhou Naiyi brought over some water. "There's nothing to repeat. I'll let everyone think carefully about whether they really want to win this match."

Zhou Naiyi sat next to Li Hao. She naturally understood Li Hao's intentions. Throughout the Solar System, there was no second person with such a foundation and guts, so she just turned a blind eye and cooperated.

"How many percent of your strength?"

"Over ninety percent, I guess."

"Did you use ninety percent, or do you have ninety percent left?" Zhou Naiyi looked at Li Hao with a half-smile, as if she wanted to see right through him.

"Shh... Sister Nai, don't brag. I'm currently strong on the outside but weak on the inside, purely to deter them." Li Hao said. "Give me another piece of bread."

"Who should we increase the tactical load for?" Zhou Naiyi handed the bread to Li Hao.

"Leave it to fate. Someone is close to the critical point of a breakthrough; stimulating them a bit more should give them a chance to push through."

"You can even feel that?" Zhou Naiyi looked at Li Hao suspiciously. "Are you even human?"

Li Hao looked as if he had been insulted. "Sister Nai, we're close, but that doesn't mean you can insult me. I'm as authentic as they come!"

"Fine, we'll do as you say. Remember, this is the S Tournament, don't play with fire."

"How could I? With the Class Monitor's wise leadership."

Zhou Naiyi just watched Li Hao eat and drink quietly. She never grew tired of watching him; it was very reassuring.

The half-hour preparation time ended, and the team battle began. Whether it was the live audience or the audience in front of the live stream, everyone became nervous at this moment. Whatever happened before no longer mattered; the team battle would decide the winner. The winner would advance to the final four, and the loser would go home. Both captains had put their all into the previous one-on-one, and it was unknown how much strength they could still exert in the team battle. At this time, the overall integrity of the team was revealed.

In the live stream room, the momentum of Kuangwu Daren was growing stronger and stronger, and every gesture carried a strong belief. After experiencing frustration, Huonan had also adjusted. The team battle—the final opportunity.

The contestants from both sides take the stage: Fire God Team: Basta, Amituo, Walan, Guma, and Mengnaluo.

Tianjing Mecha Martial Arts Team: Li Hao, Zhou Naiyi, Zuo Xiaotang, Cheng Konghai, and Ma Long.

"The most agonizing match in the quarter-finals is about to be decided; the members of both teams must bring out their final strength!"

"I admit Li Hao is truly strong, but I still favor the Fire God lineup. Guma's ability exerts greater influence in team battles, and Mengnaluo, Amituo, and Walan are all in peak condition. By comparison, Tianjing Mecha Martial Arts' true combat power only lies in Zhou Naiyi, Cheng Konghai, and Zuo Xiaotang. On paper, Fire God holds the advantage, and in terms of discipline and combat experience, they absolutely crush Tianjing Mecha Martial Arts. I give it a 60-40 split."

"That is indeed a safer assessment. It feels like Basta and Li Hao are just putting on a show; the Golden Zone both consumed is hard to fully recover in half an hour, and they cannot withstand a protracted battle. Now it all depends on the command of both sides."

"Tianjing Mecha Martial Arts' morale is high; perhaps they can pull it off."

"One can only say both sides have a chance."

The strength on paper is no longer that important. Having reached this moment, anyone could take this match; it's just that the Martians never dreamed they would actually be pushed to this point by Tianjing Mecha Martial Arts.

Combat world: Kepler Red Flag Base.

The camera cuts to the two Team Leaders. Li Hao and Basta both look like they have recovered during this half hour, but only they themselves know how much they have truly recovered.

The members of Fire God Team have grave expressions, prepared to go all out. Tianjing Mecha Martial Arts have varied expressions: Cheng Konghai is pursing his lips, looking very angry; Zhou Naiyi is calm, unusually calm, and her expression is very relaxed—this is an optimal state; Zuo Xiaotang is rubbing his hands, looking like he is about to rub sparks out of them, though everyone is already used to this contestant who is cowardly as a dog before the match but fierce as a tiger during battle—Zuo Xiaotang is absolutely a core combat force in team battles;... Ma Long, how to put it, during the break, all the streamers and commentators have reviewed his performance, and he won far too luckily. It is no exaggeration to say he is the weakest contestant among all teams in the round of eight, but what can you do? Luck is also a part of strength.

Both sides enter Mecha selection:

Basta, Nether Fire Genesis.

Amituo, Blood Sacrifice Genesis.

Walan, Centaur King K-hel!

Mengnaluo, Blood Sacrifice Genesis.

Guma, Demon Eye hel!

In terms of team battles, Martians and Moon People are on par, both leading the pack. The Moon's Light Type Mecha speed-attack style and the Martian beast-type berserker-attack style maximize mobility and initiative in team battles. This battle is the same; Mengnaluo abandons the Heavy Armor Mecha and instead uses the Blood Sacrifice Mecha—two beast-type mechas, plus the Centaur King, mobility is maxed out.

Seeing this lineup, the Martians' momentum suddenly surges. The scene is filled with cheers, and the fan group leaders are constantly building momentum. They cannot let the Earthlings' momentum suppress them; they must let the Warriors hear their support. Mars will surely win.