As the match began, a slow, mechanical voice echoed from Yang Tiancheng's mecha: "Tiancheng, based on real-time data analysis, the chance of winning this match is 92.5%. We recommend prioritizing the opponent's main general, Zero, and concentrating our firepower to suppress him."

Yang Tiancheng lazily leaned back in the driver's seat, revealing a cold smile: "Zero? A clown who relies on a Qi training-level mecha to show off, is he worthy of my serious attention?"

His gaze swept across the battlefield, where his five mechs were neatly arranged. Two Foundation Establishment-class mechs held the front like a solid shield, a Golden Core-class mech served as the core of the attack, and two Qi Training-class mechs waited for their chances with their nimble sniper cannons. Yang Tiancheng piloted a holographically modified Golden Core-class assault mech, its sleek lines and psychic energy pulsing like a volcano about to erupt.

He tapped his fingers on the mecha, and the instructor's mechanical voice issued precise instructions: "The high ground strategy has been activated. It is recommended to block Team Zero's retreat route and reduce its range of movement."

Yang Tiancheng chuckled: "With the help of AI, this game is over."

The commentary booth was also bustling with activity.

Commentator 1 excitedly introduced, "Yang Tiancheng's team is the star of this qualifying tournament! Their tactical execution and AI-assisted system are virtually unmatched!"

Commentator 2 added: "That's right, especially Yang Tiancheng. His Jindan-class assault mecha, combined with his AI mentor, is a configuration tailor-made for crushing opponents."

The audience went wild.

Player 1: "I'm afraid Zero is going to be defeated this time. The opponent is Team Tiancheng, assisted by the 'strongest AI in the server'!"

Player 2: "If we can defeat AI, are we still human? That's unfair, isn't it?"

Player 3: "I bet Zero can't last ten minutes, and Team Yang Tiancheng will win the game."

The match unfolded on the Ice Fortress map. A cold wind howled, and heavy snow blanketed the battlefield. Ice walls and ruins intertwined, creating both a natural barrier and a frost of danger. Yang Tiancheng's team quickly seized the high ground, suppressing Team Zero with precise firepower. Both the front and rear routes were completely blocked, and traps were set.

Yang Tiancheng raised his lips slightly: "Instructor, scan the enemy's dynamics and adjust the fire coverage."

The mechanical voice replied calmly: "Target location confirmed. We recommend blocking the enemy's retreat route with firepower and expanding the suppression range."

Two Foundation Establishment-class mechas blocked Team Zero's front, while two Qi Training-class mechas, under Yang Tiancheng's command, turned around and fired long-range sniper cannons in succession, accurately hitting Team Zero's rear. The entire battlefield was like a dense, impenetrable net.

Ling Ruoxi's Sky Sword Armor tried to break through, but was hit directly on the shield by a shot from Yang Tiancheng's Jindan-level mecha. The psychic energy fluctuations almost overturned her mecha, forcing her to retreat in embarrassment.

Ling Ruoxi shouted anxiously, "Boss, we're completely suppressed! This opponent's firepower is insane!"

The Xuanwu guards were at the front, their psychic shields precariously crumbling. "Is this level of precision truly human? I seriously doubt they're cheating!"

Shadow Killer muttered in a low voice in the channel: "It's a cheating team, right? Why don't we report it? Let's not waste time!"

Yang Tiancheng heard their complaints through the loudspeaker and sneered, "The wail of the losers is truly melodious. You want to report me? Ha, survive fifteen minutes first!"

Xiang Fan calmly observed the battlefield. Data streams flickered across the screen, and Yang Tiancheng's team's movements were almost unnaturally precise. He frowned, pondering, and suddenly whispered, "No... Their reaction speed is too fast. It doesn't seem human-like... It's AI!"

Ling Ruoxi was shocked. "AI? But isn't it illegal to use AI assistance in competitions?"

Xiang Fan shook his head. "It's not an ordinary AI... theirs is a tactical support system, probably a specially optimized model. Strictly speaking, it's not cheating, but... it's indeed too powerful."

Shadow Killer couldn't help but roar, "Boss, how are we going to beat this thing? Just use cheats!"

Xiang Fan's eyes flickered as he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry. They're too reliant on AI. We still have a chance." He directed his team to adjust their positions: "Ling Ruoxi, suppress them with fire; Shadow Killers, stealth harassment; Black Tortoise Guards, don't let them advance. We need time to find a breakthrough point."

Yang Tiancheng's eyes were fixed on Mecha No. 0, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "A mere Qi training-level Mecha, and you still want to make a comeback? I wonder how long you can last." He didn't notice that Team No. 0 was quietly changing the battlefield situation, and the storm on the snowfield was brewing their counterattack.

Xiang Fan stared silently at the mecha's display screen, the data flashing rapidly. He suddenly discovered a flaw in Yang Tiancheng's team's tactics. He muttered to himself, "So that's it... Their AI instructors rely on high-frequency communication signals to transmit data. If we can cut off this signal chain, they'll be like puppets without a mastermind!"

He quickly opened the communication channel and whispered, "Shadow Killer, the mission has arrived. You need to sneak to the vicinity of their communication device's signal tower and deploy a jamming device."

The Shadow Killer's voice was filled with his usual frivolity: "Boss, you really are treating me like a multi-purpose tool this time. Okay, watch me operate it, I guarantee that no one will notice!"

Meanwhile, Ling Ruochen took the initiative to provoke, manipulating his guerrilla mecha to repeatedly jump around the edge of Yang Tiancheng's team's range, frantically attracting fire. While harassing them, he gloated to himself, "Come on, let's see if you can hit me. If you can't, you lose!"

Yang Tiancheng frowned and gritted his teeth as he ordered, "Attention everyone, take down this guerrilla mecha first!"

Ling Ruoxi muttered in a low voice, unable to bear it any longer: "This little brother will be killed by his own inflated actions sooner or later."

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