Chapter 264 - 86: A Special Huahua (Part 3)

He wouldn’t dare to deceive a student like this even if you beat him to death.

Su Xiaocai tied up her long hair with a headband, firmly fastening it into a bun, and climbed up the mecha with flair.

She piloted the mecha into the arena.

Mei Lan ran to the audience seats, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and exchanged glances with the principal and vice-principal to inquire about the situation. Mei Lan gave an OK sign.

The committee members currently visiting were observing the strength of the lower-grade students, assessing whether their abilities could reignite the Ten Star Tournament.

Most schools had their seed players either killed or crippled, and rebuilding a new group would take at least two to three years.

In two to three years, the tournament’s popularity would cool off.

If the students don’t flounder, the next tournament might start quickly.

"Did you arrange for the strongest first-year and second-year students?"

"They are the students we think have the best regular performances. We haven’t conducted real matches, so we cannot know if they would perform their best in a fight."

True enough.

The suddenly visiting committee members nodded in agreement.

Mei Lan raised his hand to signal them to start.

Su Xiaocai remained motionless while her opponent moved.

Su Xiaocai remembered not to crush her opponent too badly; the first battle, she was sure it wasn’t Wu Qingqing—it was too slow.

Wu Qingqing wouldn’t dare move this slowly; she’d pin her down for a beating.

The people in the arena were fighting intensely.

But the old committee members were insiders; they could easily spot the gap in skills.

"Is the student piloting the ordinary model also a lower-grade student?"

The old principal smiled kindly and said, "Yes, she’s a freshman, but she was already our chosen candidate, intended to compete in the tournament two years later."

They recognized the old principal’s judgment; her skills were indeed impressive. Such strong talents add excitement to the tournament.

The first two or three students weren’t as skilled, but the later performances grew increasingly thrilling.

The final two freshmen met their expectations for ability even though they were still different from a "dark horse." It’s undeniable; their skills had reached tournament level, move after move, catching the opponent off guard, delivering constant excitement.

The students in the audience were watching excitedly, their movements swift; they nearly couldn’t follow with their eyes, staring wide-eyed, some pulling out ultra-high-definition recorders to capture the moment.

The two were exchanging blows, somewhat resembling the style of those taught by the same master.

"Are the previous student and the student currently fighting, as well as that dark horse, taught by the same teacher?"

The old committee member looked at Mei Lan, and this question was tough for Mei Lan to answer.

"They might seek coaches privately; I’m not sure if they have the same coach." Mei Lan concealed part of the truth, worrying they might think he’s lying if they knew all were Su Xiaocai’s students.

Moreover, it’s undesirable to see Su Xiaocai banned from the competition—she’s the ace.

While against the final two freshmen, Su Xiaocai recognized them as Wu Qingqing and Liu Xun, so she treated the battle more seriously, wanting to see their actual progress.

Unfortunately, the school’s mecha limited the range of operations they could perform.

She observed their improvements.

During the halftime break, Wu Qingqing walked over with a bottle of water, "Here, Master, have I improved?"

"Yes, next term, we will engage in deeper levels of training."

Upon hearing deeper levels, Wu Qingqing and Liu Xun first shuddered instead of feeling excited, sensing some form of inhuman torture.

Second round.

Su Xiaocai felt no pressure; the sophomores had slightly better skills than the freshmen.

One of them was notably close to Wu Qingqing’s level and carried an unyielding spirit.

But after a short fight, the opponent sent a voice message requesting her to go all out.

Su Xiaocai replied, "Let’s fight a bit more; we’re not really competing, but demonstrating for the students."

"Don’t hold back; I grow stronger against stronger opponents." Teachers and professors often complimented him on this.

The problem is, growing stronger against slightly stronger opponents doesn’t quite work for me.

Su Xiaocai maintained her rhythm.

"No, no, isn’t it boring to show off like this?"

It isn’t interesting to fight against you all; what’s interesting is earning points.

"I hate people who suck up to leaders like you the most. Be straightforward as a Mecha Master, don’t make me despise you."

"No matter how skilled you are, flattering will eventually lose to passionate people."

"This competition is unfair to me and to the audience."

So noisy.

Su Xiaocai didn’t explain, waiting until the fight was almost over.

She said, "Alright, don’t you want to see my true strength?"