"?" Stark Hao looked at him.
Xu Mo didn’t choose to utter any flattering words after his shocking victory over Augustine, which would have boosted his popularity through the roof. To do so would have been too hypocritical.
"After all, in the battle with Augustine, my support was a pitiful three percent, and now it’s fifty percent. That’s already quite high," Xu Mo said.
Stark fell silent; Xu Mo had a point.
However, this popularity was far from what he achieved on the Transcendent competition stage.
If someone from the Academy Faction had accomplished what Xu Mo did, their popularity would have been unprecedented, crushing all competition.
The vehicle made its way to the outside of the arena, where it was exceedingly lively, with many people already waiting on site. As Xu Mo got out of the car, a crowd surged towards him.
This time, however, Xu Mo didn’t accept any interviews. People from Stark Group cleared the way for him as he walked toward the passage.
Meanwhile, behind Xu Mo, a figure soared high in the sky, flying in.
Many people looked at the flying figure and spoke out. Robert was clad in Mechanical Armor with energy propulsion systems that allowed him to fly at high altitudes.
When he arrived outside the arena, his body slowly descended and landed right outside the venue.
This entrance was much more flamboyant than Xu Mo’s.
"Robert, how confident are you about defeating Xu Mo in this battle?" a reporter asked during an interview.
"Confident?" Lotus showed a mocking smile and said, "I just hope that Byron Star’s strongest contender won’t surrender and be a coward."
With that, he walked towards the passage, and the surroundings erupted.
The Lancelot Star People, how arrogant they are.
This statement was quickly broadcast by the media, making the atmosphere in Chuanxing City feel oppressive.
In front of an Alien Race, they couldn’t really hold their heads up high.
And here was Xu Mo, who entered the finals without any sense of mission, fighting only for himself.
The people of Chuanxing City had complex feelings, but they still stayed in front of their screens, eager to watch the confrontation.
The scene of the Transcendent competition appeared, with the stands still packed to the rafters.
Today, the battle was special; there had never been such an atmosphere in previous Transcendent tournaments.
When the last four appeared in the arena, there was not the usual fervent cheer.
Above the arena, the audience didn’t know who to support anymore.
Today’s battle didn’t seem as heated as the one between Augustine and Xu Mo the day before.
"The first match-up, Tanis versus Prins," announced the mechanical voice, and instantly two figures landed in the arena.
The battle between Titan Star’s top seed and Camp Star’s number three seed.
In this match-up, Tanis took eighty percent of the support. As the number one seed, eighty percent of people believed Tanis would win. In reality, his strength warranted ninety percent support. The other twenty percent backing Prins were mostly Mecha enthusiasts.
As the two competitors entered, the audience still gave a cheer; with no local players left, it was time to simply enjoy the fight.
Both exploded into action, rushing towards each other right away.
The Titan Star competitor was still without Armor, relying on his physical prowess, while Prins drove his Mecha forward.
Xu Mo watched the battle below; Tanis was truly confident in his Combat Power, his body serving as Armor, bursting with terrifying strength.
The two collided instantly, Tanis’s flesh colliding with the Mecha. His body was enveloped in Energy Light, a dusky yellow glow covering him. Each punch he threw contained explosive Power.
Tanis used boxing techniques, wide-open and domineering, clashing with Prins’s Mecha Technique, not giving an inch.
A loud noise echoed as Tanis’s fist hit the Mecha, which cracked and caved in. His punches grew faster and more violent.
He pressed the Mecha into a retreat, dusky yellow light flying everywhere. With his feet firmly on the ground, he pursued the Mecha with a barrage of strikes.
Another crisp sound rang out as Tanis launched both fists, propelling the Mecha through the air, which then shattered. Prins glanced down, feeling a sense of despair.
Countless eyes in the stands turned towards Tanis. Was this the terrifying strength of the number one seed?
Prins was being completely dominated.
Thud—a loud sound as Tanis’s body surged forward. His figure was like a dusky yellow bolt of Lightning, closing the distance instantly. A powerful straight punch was launched, and although the Mecha’s War Saber slashed out, the sword couldn’t reach him before Tanis’s fist did. With a loud boom, everyone saw the Mecha hurled through the air before crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.
Tanis did not continue the assault but stood his ground. After Prins’s Mecha rose, he finally gave in to despair and signaled surrender.
The Mecha fell, and the audience erupted into cheers.
"Tanis, wins," announced the mechanical voice.
Prins was ousted in the third rank, while Tanis secured a spot in the top two, set to meet the victor between Xu Mo and Robert in the final showdown.
"Second round match-up, Xu Mo versus Robert."
The mechanical voice sounded once again as Robert and Xu Mo descended and appeared in the arena.
At this moment, the arena wasn’t filled with the usual cheers but stayed somewhat quiet.