The second senior who entered the control room soon realized that it wasn't as he had imagined.
Where one might think the Eldest was simply tiring from the first fight and wanted a substitute,
it was clear that the Eldest had lost the first fight and was too embarrassed to admit it.
The second person to come in wore a sneering smile, muttering to himself, "I'll go out after this fight, and I must mock the Eldest properly."
He began to don the control equipment, continuing to babble, "This Eldest is really useless, utterly incompetent. A newcomer has beaten you to this state."
As soon as this senior had properly equipped himself, Fu Yunhe immediately noticed the second mecha entering his virtual space.
The opposing mecha had just raised a thumb, and before the thumb could point down, his line of sight shifted one hundred eighty degrees, and it seemed he saw the ceiling.
What had happened?
"Newcomer wins."