"Sister, my brother-in-law is amazing! His swordsmanship and tactical layout are simply amazing! Can you teach me a few moves, brother-in-law?"

Ling Ruoxi's face flushed instantly: "Shut up! Who is your brother-in-law! If you keep talking nonsense, I will chop you down with my sword!"

Shadow Killer laughed so hard he fell backwards: "Chenzi, you are such a genius! You must be embarrassed by all the flattery!"

The Xuanwu guard added naively, "The boss is indeed amazing. If it weren't for the theoretical support of overclocking, we definitely wouldn't have won this time."

Ling Ruoxi took a deep breath, calmed down her excitement, and patted Ling Ruochen on the shoulder: "Talk less in the future and learn more from Zero's low-key style."

Ling Ruochen nodded vigorously: "Sister, I will definitely follow the boss and learn how to operate the mecha!"

Meanwhile, a secret meeting was underway in the official backstage of the Spirit Realm Battlefield. The screens played replays of Team Zero's matches, particularly the overclocked data charts, which practically shattered all existing theoretical predictions.

A monk, his body covered in mechanical components, stared at the screen and sneered, "This Zero's skills and psychic control have surpassed the limits of ordinary players. His growth rate deserves our special attention."

The technician next to him asked, "Is intervention necessary?"

The monk shook his head. "Don't rush to expose yourself. Let's observe first. Perhaps he can become a useful pawn for us."

On the other hand, the top leaders of the Jiutian Xuansheng Sect also held an emergency meeting because of the failure of the Son of God.

An elder slammed the table in anger: "The Qi training mecha defeated the Jindan mecha. This is simply a humiliation to the Holy Son!"

Another elder said calmly, "If this person really has such potential, instead of being hostile, we should try to recruit him."

The young Saint smiled slightly and whispered, "Regardless of friend or foe, the existence of Zero is bound to make the Holy Land re-evaluate this spiritual battlefield."

On the night of Yunxuan Star, Xiang Fan stood quietly beside his mecha, looking up at the brilliant starry sky. He sighed softly, "If possible, I still hope for a quiet time... But now, it seems that there is no going back."

The mecha's psychic light reflected on his face, carrying a hint of loneliness and a hint of faint expectation.