As soon as Ye Ling sat down in the players' rest area, she heard the buzzing of discussions around her, like a group of annoying interstellar mosquitoes circling around her ears.

"She is Ye Ling? The legendary 'one-shot' sister?" A voice was lowered, but deliberately let her hear it.

"I heard that her previous opponents were... not very good." Another voice continued, full of suggestive meaning.

Ye Ling rolled her eyes. This group of people really wanted to create chaos in the world.

At this moment, a projection screen flashed, and on it was the face of reporter Wu, a face that made people want to blur it out.

He was explaining his "exclusive report" with saliva flying: "...Ye Ling advanced all the way to the quarterfinals. Is there some inside story that we don't know? Does her strength really deserve her current ranking? Let's wait and see!"

Ye Ling's fists were clenched so tightly that they made a crackling sound. She wished she could rush over and shut this guy's mouth.

"Oh, Ye Ling, look at you, you're on the headlines, you're so awesome!" Zhao Mengmeng walked over with a twisted waist, her tone full of hypocritical "congratulations".

"Unlike me, no one has paid attention to me until now." She sighed deliberately and glanced at Duan Yu not far away.

Ye Ling didn't bother to pay attention to her and stood up to go find Director Wang. "Director Wang, look at this..."

Director Wang adjusted his glasses, his face serious. "Ye Ling, as for public opinion, you know there's always smoke without fire. As long as there's no solid evidence to prove it's a malicious rumor, we can't interfere with press freedom, right?"

Ye Ling took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in her heart. "I understand, Director Wang."

Back in the rest area, Ye Ling looked at the entrance of the stadium, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.

It seems that some people won't cry until they see the coffin.

"Beep——" the signal sound for the start of the game rang out.

Ye Ling boarded the mecha and said coldly, "Just wait and see."

Ye Ling's mecha, with its silver light flickering under the lights of the stadium, looked like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its cold light intimidating.

The opponent Zhang Hu, driving a heavy mecha, rushed over like a mobile fortress with great momentum.

The louder he boasted before the game, the more swollen his face is now.

"That's it? That's it?" Ye Ling curled her lips into a sneer, her fingertips dancing on the operating table. The silver mecha seemed to come alive in her hands, dodging Zhang Hu's attacks deftly.

"Oh my God, this movement, this operation, it's so amazing!" The commentator shouted excitedly and almost swallowed the microphone.

Zhang Lei's attacks became more and more fierce, and energy shells poured down like raindrops.

"It's just child's play, and you still want to tickle me?" Ye Ling snorted disdainfully.

She activated the mecha's thrusters, and her speed instantly increased, cutting through the gunfire like a flash of lightning.

"Oh my god, what kind of speed is this? It's like teleportation!" There was an exclamation from the audience.

Ye Ling seized an opportunity and delivered a beautiful roundhouse kick, hitting the weak spot of Zhang Hu's mecha.

With a loud "bang", Zhang Hu's mecha staggered and almost fell down.

Zhang Hu, who was angry and embarrassed, used his ultimate move, and a powerful energy ball condensed in front of his mecha.

"Let me show you how powerful I am!" Zhang Hu roared.

The energy ball emitted a dangerous light and flew towards Ye Ling's mecha.

Ye Ling narrowed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"That's it? I thought it was some amazing trick, but it turns out to be kindergarten-level Kamehameha!" She quickly activated a special function in the ancient mecha's core, and a layer of energy shield emerged on the surface of the mecha.

"Whoosh--" The energy ball hit the shield and dissipated instantly.

"That's it?" Ye Ling sneered, and hit back with a "True Kamehameha".

Zhang Hu was unable to dodge and was hit by the energy ball. Black smoke came out of his mecha and he was paralyzed on the field.

"KO!" the referee announced the result of the match.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

"Ye Ling! Ye Ling!" Thunderous cheers resounded throughout the stadium.

Those who had questioned her before the game now shut up silently, with embarrassment written all over their faces.

The quarterfinals ended and Ye Ling successfully advanced.

She stepped off the mecha, feeling the joy of victory.

But she knew this was just the beginning.

Even more powerful opponents are waiting for her, and she always feels that something is wrong.

Back in the mecha maintenance area, Ye Ling began his routine inspection of the mecha.

Suddenly, she discovered that a part of the mecha was loose...

"What... is going on?"