Chapter 737: Chapter 510: Exploiting Weakness, Final Showdown_3

Of course, a small group of people immediately stepped forward to defend "Zero".

"This is called strategy, understand? In a battle royale game, the winner is the one who survives till the end!"

"Exactly, there’s no such thing as despicable or not, winning is everything, any means can be used!"

"The Mechanical Spirit Cup isn’t just about testing direct combat abilities; tactical arrangements are also a part of the competition!"

...

The disputes in cyberspace couldn’t be transmitted to the battlefield.

Inside "Zero’s" cockpit.

Stolheim’s expression showed no change at all.

His slick silver-backed hair remained perfectly in place, and his ice-blue eyes were filled with True Intent, scanning coldly like the most precise instrument at the machine in front of him, which was damaged like a cornered beast wielding its own Light Saber.

Ambush?

Taking advantage of the situation?

These boring terms had never appeared in his dictionary.

He did not hesitate because of moral rebukes.

Everything he did was solely for that one ultimate outcome—victory.

This was the method he calculated and analyzed many times for the highest chance of winning.

Even at this moment, he remained entirely focused, calmly processing all the data in his mind.

Behind the elegant blue machine, the light in the blue Pseudo Domain grew increasingly dazzling, intensifying the Sword Light within his hand.

However, at that moment.

Stolheim’s eyes slightly widened.

On the shimmering and trembling "Angry Iron Plate" before him.

The crown on its head began to spin rapidly.

On its bare internal framework and modules exposed due to the outer armor, something suddenly started to grow.

—Countless specks of dark golden dust began to converge.

In an instant, crystalline structures like ink strokes started to grow, spread, and intertwine crazily across "Angry Iron Plate’s" surface, swiftly wrapping it as if it had been "painted" on.

It appeared as if the entire machine had been restored, shining even brighter.

The audience was instantly in an uproar!

"It hasn’t given up!"

"Damn, self-repairing ability?"

"Wow, it’s so cool!"

True Master Zhang exclaimed, "It temporarily fabricated armor bridging between energy body and matter; even the internal Spirit Rune Array has been temporarily repaired!"

"Such a powerful self-repairing ability!"

In Stolheim’s ice-blue eyes, at last, an emotion called surprise appeared.

What is this dark golden crystalline material? What method was used to repair the armor just now?

Such fascinating properties.

But the shock lasted less than a hundredth of a second before being replaced by an even more icy determination.

Outside of the calculation?

Beyond the calculation?!

He didn’t retreat; instead, his expression turned icy as he fiercely drove his True Intent.

The wings of light behind him flickered more brightly.

In the next instant, "Zero’s" figure suddenly blurred.

Then—

Countless phantom Sword Lights exploded around "Angry Iron Plate"!

But simultaneously, a terrifying dark golden light wheel shot upwards as if attempting to saw "Zero" apart.

Boom boom boom!!

The clash between the two opposing micro-worlds grew more intense, with multicolored light bullets colliding at the boundary of the domains, shaking the very heavens and earth.

The wings of light resembled substantive Spiritual Artifacts, not only supporting the Pseudo Domain and providing "Zero" with tremendous mobility within the domain but also launching attacks.

Stolheim maneuvered "Zero" with impeccable calm, transforming into a seemingly weightless shadow, deftly evading the incoming saw-shadow from the upward thrust of "Angry Iron Plate," and then swiftly lunged forward again, slicing through its Ethereal Shield with a sword, leaving a deep mark on its armor.

But the next second, the sword mark quickly self-repaired.

Yet "Zero’s" moves didn’t pause for an instant, continuing the attack.

So what if the armor is repaired? So what if there is a temporary repair ability?

The integrity of the machine hasn’t truly changed.

Moreover, maintaining such a temporary projection-like entity only further burdens the pilot and the machine.

Pushing the machine’s performance to this level, without even a few dozen seconds of buffer time, having to continue fighting, the process of True Activation is probably close to being uncontrollable.

But compared to last time, this machine’s evolution indeed exceeds expectations.

Whose investment is this? Such an exaggerated energy conversion rate, what new technology is this utilizing?

Two distinct auras, is this a dual-pilot mode?

Did they hire an additional True Master to pilot?

Indeed, a considerable investment.

If it weren’t for the massive battle earlier causing the machine’s status to decline... perhaps it would truly be his most terrifying adversary in this Mechanical Spirit Cup.

Yet that same wild and rugged aura he found extremely distasteful four months ago remained unchanged, prompting Stolheim to unconsciously speak, using Spiritual Power to transmit his words.

The voice of this Demigod finally resonated for the first time on the battlefield.

"In such fierce opposition, how long can your Pseudo Domain withstand before collapsing?"

"Twenty seconds? Thirty seconds?"

"How long can your machine last?"

—The pressure of words is also a part of combat.

The pilot of "Angry Iron Plate" did not respond in any way, only attacking recklessly, seemingly agitated by his words, with increasingly frenzied actions.

Boom boom boom!!!

It seemed to have completely abandoned any defensive or evasive techniques, relying solely on the domain and Ethereal Shield, investing nearly all remaining Energy into maintaining the domain and launching aggressive attacks.

The circular saw on its left arm wildly clashed with "Zero’s" Light Saber, sparking a dazzling Ether flare.

Stolheim calmly watched them in front of him, his ice-blue eyes remaining aloof and unemotional.

From his perspective, every step of "Angry Iron Plate" seemed thoroughly calculated, each counterattack akin to prey meticulously calculated by a hunter.

Just a dying struggle.

He analyzed coldly.

His machine’s status, energy reserves, even the pilot’s spiritual state, all were unequivocally advantageous; the opponent’s reckless repairs and aggressive tactics would only accelerate the collapse of its machine and domain.

As long as one of these aspects fails, the opponent will be doomed.

Victory is merely a matter of time.

Yet the next moment—

"...?!"

Zzzz—

A piercing sound of metal cutting rang sharply.

"Zero’s" seemingly invincible sword sliced across "Angry Iron Plate’s" right arm.

This was according to Stolheim’s calculations.

Yet, at the precise moment, "Zero’s" move inexplicably accelerated just a bit, seeming to surpass his calculations.

Just that bit allowed the massive right arm meant to fall short to firmly clamp onto "Zero’s" other arm. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

At that moment...

The voice of "Angry Iron Plate’s" pilot finally resonated faintly.

It was the overlapping voice of a man and a woman.

"Got you."

Its chest’s gigantic cannon abruptly started to glow red, almost hovering at zero distance from "Zero’s" armor!