Counterfeit Hero

At this moment, the battles in the other four fighting arenas no longer attract anyone’s attention. Everyone is staring blankly at the four green Bandit Army Mechas, leaping and maneuvering in the arena, locked in a fierce struggle with opponents far superior in strength.

Cosmo and Baz find themselves at a temporary disadvantage. Infantry use aggressive combination attacks to gain the upper hand, pressing Nakagawa Daiki. Meanwhile, Long Tai is evenly matched against the Raging Stream Sect Master Joseph.

Is this really a battle between four young Mechanical Knights and the renowned Mars Super Mechanics?!

The surrounding shadowless lights illuminate the entire venue, and on the vast platform, the steel giants roar and clash at lightning speed. The four green figures, amid this wave of steel, appear so striking and eye-catching!

As the battle progresses, the atmosphere grows increasingly tense. Of the 800,000 spectators, not a single person can remain calmly seated. In the stands, people are standing in unison, with sighs and exclamations of shock echoing unabashedly within the enormous white main hall.

Almost everyone is now standing with the Bandit Army... no matter if these people will eventually smile and bow to the Feiyang people who rule this planet, or scheme for their own interests, at least at this moment, they are merely simple spectators.

This inclination is simply human instinct!

On one hand, the blatantly arrogant behavior of the Feiyang people has filled everyone with disgust. On the other hand, regardless of whether the four young mechs of the Bandit Army win or lose this battle, their bravery and skill have conquered everyone.

In the past, they were only idols in the hearts of all Mars youth, and in terms of strength, they were just the elite among the young generation. But now, they have held their own against the War Gods!

Carolina quietly watches the competition.

The tea in her hand has long gone cold. Colder than the tea are her pale fingers.

Every cheer, every gasp, every sigh from the stands fills her with both surprise and anger.

She realizes she has underestimated that Leray fatty.

He and his Bandit Army have become the new symbol of Mars Free World. On this planet, whether they are merchants from across the cosmic stars or local residents, they are all their admirers. Those stories she once scoffed at are fiery myths in the hearts of these simpletons.

That fatty understands this world far better than herself. Private Mecha is rooted in the Free World and is also the foundation of this world. The two are inseparable. Whether it is the economy, social order, tradition, or dignity, the Mars Free World always places their centuries-old independent development of Private Mecha and close-combat Mecha first!

Look at the devoted gazes of those in the stands. In the hearts of these exiles, there is an unnamed religion, a totem of worship. The object of their prayers is not God but the War God!

If the Bandit Army wins this battle, the myth will become a miracle!

”Can they win?!” Carolina called Cheng Zhixuan to her side and asked directly. She didn’t have the leisure to experience the process, waiting for the final result of this damned martial arts tournament. Like flipping to the last page of a thick novel to see the ending.

”They can!” Cheng Zhixuan’s voice was very light, and the answer was simple.

Standing beside Carolina, he tried his best to control himself, avoiding Zhang Pengcheng’s scrutinizing gaze not far away. He is from the Chuckna Military Department, though now under the Fei Alliance Mars Front Army, at the end of the day, he remains a Chuckna person... This always stern-faced Feiyang woman asking such a foolish question at this time is like putting herself on a stove to roast! The situation on the field will end soon, can’t she wait even a little while?!

Even looking at the matchup, she should understand. Three War Gods, a Level 1 Commander; this is already Mars’ strongest combat power. Even if the Bandit Army luckily passes one or two rounds, can they still prevail in the quarterfinals or semifinals?!

This battle holds no suspense. Kirburn and others will win and must win!

Cheng Zhixuan kept his eyelids low, quietly standing aside, his fists hanging at his sides silently clenched tightly.

These days, recruiting soldiers, gathering sects, planning martial arts tournaments... toiling early and late, all of it to avenge that humiliation from the Leray fatty! Moreover, he wants to step on that Leray fatty and use the victory and expansion of the Mars Front Army as his path to promotion.

In his position, he believes he is doing no wrong.

The sects of Mars, the mechanics, and these mechas of the Bandit Army should not belong to that Leray fatty. He is merely a remnant soldier of an already fractured small country. By what right does he own these? In this world, strength speaks, does he really think he can dominate the Freedom Channel by gathering a motley crew?!

Does he not know he has blocked the paths of many people?!

”As long as they can win.” Carolina put down the teacup in her hand, nodded to Cheng Zhixuan. As she leaned back into her chair, her peripheral vision caught Zhang Pengcheng and a few Chuckna generals, their gazes almost contemptuous.