Ling Ruoxi couldn't stand it any longer and held her forehead with her hand: "Are these two ancestors here to make fun of me?"

The Black Tortoise Guard was the only one who managed to stabilize the situation somewhat. His mecha's psychic energy was being consumed enormously, but its performance was gradually becoming smoother. He wiped his sweat off his forehead and said, "This thing is working too hard! I feel like the mecha is draining me dry."

After training for a while, Xiang Fan saw the problem and began to instruct the team members one by one.

"Shadow Killer, adjust your psychic energy transmission ratio to 60%. Don't increase it too quickly, be steady." Xiang Fan's voice was filled with rare patience.

"Ling Ruoxi, your output should first accumulate energy and release it gradually after the module stabilizes, otherwise it will easily overload."

"Ling Ruochen... could you please check the warning prompts on the mecha interface before moving around? Also, don't yell 'go to heaven' while practicing. It makes us look a little abnormal."

After rounds of adjustments, the team's operations finally improved. The Shadow Killer's mecha's alarm frequency decreased, Ling Ruoxi's psychic energy output became smoother, and Ling Ruochen also learned to take deep breaths when excited to avoid causing the mecha to "self-destruct" again.

"Boss, I feel it. This operation is really amazing!" Ling Ruoxi said excitedly, "If it is used in the game, the Holy Son team will never expect it."

Xiang Fan nodded slightly and reminded him, "Remember, you can only use it at critical moments, and don't exceed 125%. This isn't about showing off, it's about saving your life."

After the training session, the team members all slumped in their chairs, breathing heavily. Shadow Killer waved his hand and said, "That's enough training for today! If we continue, I'm afraid my mech will just break off with me."

Ling Ruochen jumped up excitedly: "This is awesome! This is the pinnacle of mecha piloting! Holy Son team, get ready to face our sanctions!"

Ling Ruoxi looked at her brother's smug look and sighed softly: "I really hope your brain can be as useful as your mouth."

Xiang Fan didn't join in their fight. He quietly adjusted the mecha in his hands, a calm and determined light in his eyes: "In the next game, we will definitely give everyone an answer."