Although he really wanted to show the God of live streaming—who may look like a cute, clumsy loli, but gives off the aura of a cunning little ghost—what it means to say "a mecha is just a limiter," Feng Xue still suppressed the urge to go straight out there, keeping with his own persona.
He boarded the mecha leisurely and entered the arena, only to find that the number plates remaining on the concrete pillars were few and far between. Just then, the voice of the God of live streaming pierced his ears—
"Oh ho, the third contestant to board a mecha is a dark horse from the White Forest Iron Armor Steel Fist Tournament. He has been unbeaten since he entered the competition, and moreover, none of his matches have lasted over a minute. He might be the contestant God Sauce is rooting for the most this time. But his speed to get into the mecha seems a bit slow. Jingjing, what do you think?"
