"Besides, it should also have features that distinguish it from the Four Holy Beasts Battle Tops."

"Qian Yue must have invested heavily."

The discussion in the audience grew even more intense, and the appearance of the final image pushed the atmosphere to a higher level.

In an instant, there was an uproar among the audience, with many excitedly shouting something.

Zero! Zero! Zero!

In that instant, the seven people sitting in Senran Studio paused slightly.

That image was precisely the one they were familiar with.

That elegant blue-and-white mecha that gracefully sliced the Angry Iron Plate with a single sword during close combat.

"Indeed."

"Lastly, I introduce the ace of the Moderation Group—Zero, currently the only machine with documented fighting records. In the warm-up match, it decisively defeated that... somewhat rough machine."

The host immediately chimed in with a smile, saying, "Humanoid machines, lacking a prototype reference, have never been mainstream. Therefore, the warm-up match that featured a confrontation between two humanoid machines was quite a spectacle at the time."

"But the gap between them was too large, ending one-sidedly. It didn't deliver the thrilling contest the audience hoped for, which is a bit of a pity..."

"Not quite."

Qing Wu smiled slightly, "I believe this match better highlighted the strength and precision of Zero through the comparison."

"Stolheim, this Demigod, is indeed formidable. The machines I lead my team to create have also competed against his creations in the Mechanical Spirit Cup several times."

He sighed, "I must admit, the mechanical spirit beast technology of the Federation Country is impressive, with many unique techniques that Great Xia has yet to decipher."

"Overall, these four machines should be the most powerful in this competition."

Qing Wu began to detail the machines and the information about their creators and pilots, enthralling the audience below.

At this moment, a member of the audience suddenly spoke up:

"True Master Qing, why are you only introducing the mechas of these four groups in this competition?"

"Aren't there hundreds of teams competing? What about the civilian and freelance teams?"

He seemed to be a shill arranged by the program group from the start.

Therefore, True Master Qing Wu and the host weren't surprised at all but instead showed a slightly helpless expression.

"As for the other teams..."

He looked at the image still displayed on the screen behind him and shook his head at the miserable state of the Angry Iron Plate.

"Generally, I'm quite pessimistic about it."

"In past years, those Low Tier rules were acceptable, but the energy level limit set in this Mechanical Spirit Cup is too high, almost equivalent to two pieces of Tier Six Spiritual Materials."

"And this is just the final product."

"The development, design, production, and trial and error within which require exponential cost, meaning that forces without sufficiently astonishing wealth and technical accumulation can't even reach the upper limit permitted in this Mechanical Spirit Cup."

"Creating such a Tier Five mechanical spiritual artifact set is even more challenging than a single Tier Six Spiritual Artifact, let alone making it full-functional and comprehensive. How many people and teams in this world possess such capability?"

"The best performers among the freelancers might merely become stepping stones for them, just like this machine."

The audience whispered among themselves, some still reluctant to agree, yet most nodded in acknowledgment.

Qing Wu's words were already quite considerate.

Most people likely held more extreme views in their hearts.

These groups are supported by True Masters and Demigods who have cultivated in Coastal City for many years, almost all at the Six-Star Peak, an existence in another dimension to ordinary people.

Such existences, when they fight, are terrifying catastrophes. When engaged in research, one person can equate to countless top-level technicians.

Their involvement feels like high and mighty immortals stretching their hands down from the clouds, contending for the championship position.

Strength, technology, resources... they have everything.

Apart from True Masters and consortiums of the same level, who can compete with them?

These freelancers who cobble together parts for their mecha?

It's too unrealistic.

To be blunt, those teams barely qualified to enter the competition, even if they exhaust all efforts to piece together a mecha, only serve to add "minions" for the grand performance of the four major groups.

Just like... that Angry Iron Plate.

"...…"*7

Remyu couldn't help but whisper, "What's this, as if the outcome is already determined."

The original lively atmosphere in Senran Studio instantly turned quiet at these words.

Zumama showed no expression, still focused intently on the large screen in front of her.

But her taut, panther-like back and the giant, slowly-swaying tail behind her revealed her inner unrest.

At this moment.

A lazy voice emerged.

It was Vishdair's voice.

"Here we go again. This scenario has played out countless times..."

"Freelancers, civilians, it's hopeless, etc., etc., my ears have become calloused from hearing it."

"Is this the only trick they repeat over and over?"

The silver-haired girl's tail swung back and forth, her arms crossed, creating a breathtaking curve.