"Fifteen seconds! The Slaughter Beast killed the game again! Let us congratulate the Joy Pub for entering the senior league. Next, they will face new challenges. I wonder if the Slaughter Beast can maintain his undefeated legend, or if any mech can withstand him for a minute?"
The cracking voice transmitted from the loudspeaker, but at this moment, the location of the video was not the noisy pub and casino but a solemn meeting room.
"It's time to make a decision," said the white-haired man at the head of the conference table, his voice deep. The middle-aged man sitting to his left hesitated in response,
"This is just a lower-tier competition, and the participants are merely civilian groups. The pilot himself can drive a semi-finished mech to compete against the experts of Golden Knight. Under these circumstances, it's not sufficient to prove the mech's superiority. It would be unwise to rashly abandon our system that we've researched for many years."
