The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The chat was buzzing with discussion. In the Zero Academy's rest area, Charles looked at Ivan, who was about to appear, and instructed him: "Remember, don't be misled by anything she says. Your processor has top-notch anti-interference capabilities. Trust your judgment and take her down as quickly as possible."

"understood."

Ivan walked forward without looking back.

His special ability is very simple: fusion.

All the fear stemmed from insufficient firepower, so Ivan decisively chose to integrate various technological creations. He preferred upgrading firearms to upgrading himself.

Flesh and blood are weak and feeble, while machinery soars to new heights!

The two stood in the center of the field.

Ivan's clothes were casually open, revealing his steel body underneath. His enormous body, which was over two and a half meters tall, was almost entirely made of metal, with only his head retaining human features.

Su Yuehe, who was opposite him, looked slender and naturally had a weaker presence.

Of course, no one dared to underestimate her because of this.

The difference in body size is outrageous; it's true what they say: the rich rely on technology, while the poor rely on mutation.

[Upstairs, have you forgotten how she made Kyle kneel down and sing "Conquer"? This one is the real Demon King.]

At least in Kyle's game I knew what happened, but now I just feel sorry for Su Yuehe's opponents.

[Just kidding, anyone who runs into Huaqing is just unlucky.]

The referee, seeing the stark contrast between the two, forcefully swung his arm down.

"The match begins."

The moment the referee's voice fell, Ivan had already started moving.

The armor on his chest slid silently to the sides, revealing a dark launch port. Simultaneously, the shoulder armor deformed, popping out launch pods for dozens of miniature missiles.

"Fire coverage, coordinate lock, eliminate target."

Before Ivan could finish speaking, blinding flames and deafening roars completely engulfed the location where Su Yuehe was standing.

Energy cannons, miniature tracking missiles, electromagnetic pulse bombs—in a fraction of a second, Ivan unleashed all the long-range firepower he had loaded.

The explosion created a small mushroom cloud in the center of the arena, and the shockwave, mixed with intense heat, spread wildly in all directions, even causing violent ripples on the protective shields at the edge of the arena.

"Is it over?"

In the Zero Academy's rest area, Charles stared intently at the epicenter of the explosion.

Even a sixth-tier enhancement expert would be badly injured by Ivan's saturation attack.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Su Yuehe's figure reappeared.

She stood there, her clothes spotless, not even a hair out of place.

Within three feet of her, there existed an invisible, absolute domain.

All attacks are disintegrated the moment they make contact with that area.

Ivan's electronic eyes flashed violently as his internal processor analyzed the illogical scene before him at a rate of billions of times per second.

"Melee mode activated!"

Ivan's chest armor closed again, and the hydraulic devices under his legs spewed out high-pressure airflow, transforming his massive body into a silver lightning bolt that instantly traversed a distance of tens of meters.

That enormous fist, made of high-strength alloy, carrying terrifying kinetic energy capable of smashing through a tank, slammed straight at Su Yuehe's face.

Facing this thunderous attack, Su Yuehe showed no fear whatsoever.

hum.

A gentle yet dazzling white light emanated from Su Yuehe and spread outwards.

The light wasn't dazzling; it simply illuminated the entire arena.

Ivan's figure crashed into the light, as if he had hit an invisible, thick wall, and he was frozen in mid-air.

He maintained his punching stance, but the metal joints all over his body emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound. His energy core was overloaded, yet he could not move forward even an inch.

"What happened?"

Inside the VIP box, the three men sat up straight, their eyes wide with astonishment, looking down at the arena bathed in holy light.

Nan Dou calmly provided the answer: "She changed the rules here; dark is light, and fast is slow."

White Tiger leaned back on the sofa, clicking his tongue in amazement: "What domineering words of power! I'm really curious to see which of these little guys will be the ultimate winner."

On the field.

Su Yuehe looked at Ivan, who was trapped in mid-air, and spoke again, her voice still gentle: "Accelerate."

As soon as she finished speaking, fine rust appeared on Ivan's massive metal body. The rust spread at a visible speed, eroding his prized alloy armor.

Ivan's armor became mottled and then fell off, revealing the intricate wiring and precision gears underneath.

Chi Chi.

Tiny sparks flew at Ivan's joints, and the once-smooth mechanical structures began to creak and groan. Black engine oil mixed with coolant seeped from the gaps in his armor.

Boom!

Ivan's massive body could no longer maintain its posture. His knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, countless parts falling off his body and scattering all over the ground.

"The winner is Su Yuehe from Huaqing Academy."

As Ivan's massive, broken body was carefully lifted off the field by the robotic arm, the gasps and horror that filled the stands lingered for a long time.

The terrifying power of words was displayed even more horribly in this battle.

That kind of confrontation, which had nothing to do with strength, left the deepest impression on everyone.

"The final match of the Round of 16."

On the podium, An Changsong's voice rang out again after a brief pause.

On the huge holographic screen, streams of light flashed rapidly.

Actually, there was no suspense left, because only two people remained.

Huaqing College, Chen Guan.

Taipei College, Fang Ze.

"Ugh."

A barely audible sigh came from the rest area of ​​Taipei Academy.

Fang Ze stood up. He was tall and handsome, a typical good-looking guy. Wearing the Taipei Academy team uniform, he looked even more dashing.

He is the third most important person at Taipei Academy after Bai Huanran and Wei Tong. He majors in lightning-based superpowers and is known for his speed and explosiveness. In previous years, he would have been a shoo-in for the top eight.

But today, his face showed only a look of resignation, as if he were walking towards his execution.

"Captain, I'm going."

Fang Ze smiled at Bai Huanran: "Let me see for myself just how tall that mountain really is."

Fang Ze could feel the sympathetic glances coming from behind him and from the audience.

In their eyes, it was a pity that he, a player who could have made it to the quarterfinals, encountered an invincible person like Chen Guan so early on.

Fang Ze, however, did not think so.

He had nothing to fear about losing, and losing to Chen Guan was not something shameful.

Moreover, Fang Ze did not think that drawing Chen Guan was a bad thing, because if he didn't have this stage today, he might not even have had the chance to fight Chen Guan.

To have one's name remembered by a genius destined to lead an era is a unique honor for him.

How could those mediocre people who can only sit in the stands, who have money but no talent, possibly understand his pride?