The only one left standing at the center of the competition platform was that shimmering golden mecha. The mecha was riddled with countless cracks and damaged areas, presenting a rather sorry sight to behold, but its aura and will still remained.
It was the victor of this battle, and it had truly stunned all of the spectators of this match!
"Spear King, Spear King, Spear King!"
Someone began to chant this name, and even the commentators couldn't help but join in on the chants.
There had certainly been no lack of spear-wielding mecha pilots during this competition, but very few of them managed to progress to the finals. Among them, the two greatest representatives were undoubtedly Number 66 and Number 68.
This was only the final match of the round-robin stage, but it had undoubtedly determined the hierarchy of the spear-wielding mechas. It was undoubtedly the case that Number 66's spear techniques were the most powerful.
At this moment, Tang Wulin was still lying in his Star Cabin with his eyes closed, and his mind was still completely filled with the recollection of the spear strike he'd just unleashed.
He seemed to have truly grasped it.
In the instant that he had unleashed that spear strike, he clearly sensed in his mind that his own figure seemed to have overlapped with that of Old Tang back when he was demonstrating Fury of the Masses for the first time.
Only now could he completely confirm that he'd finally achieved initial mastery of his Fury of the Masses.
A faint smile appeared on Tang Wulin's face. All of the days he'd spent cultivating hadn't gone to waste. Just this one spear technique had taken him so long to cultivate and hone, but he was elated to finally be making substantial progress.
He had progressed to the next stage as first in his group!
He had made it to the final 16 in both Soul Master and mecha battles, and he was a hot favorite to become the final champion in both disciplines. There wasn't as much hype for him in mecha battles compared to in Soul Master battles, but that was only because Tang Wulin hadn't used any of his powerful soul skills during his mecha battles. Instead, he was trying to dedicate more effort into honing his mecha piloting skills.
He had to become the final champion!
"I accept." A deep voice seemed to have rung out across the entire world of darkness. A massive figure sat atop a lofty throne. The figure was entirely inky-black in color, and bore the appearance of a massive humanoid statue. As he spoke, the entire space around him warped and twisted violently.
In the sky above, a grey figure that was just as enormous nodded in response. "Very good, we'll begin making our preparations, then. This time, nothing will be able to stop us. We have to destroy all potential threats, and your c
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