Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 172 Black-Level Mech
When it comes to finding people, Su Qiu is a professional.

After tracing the clues to Green Skull's lair in Star Luo City, Su Qiu sent Gu Yue to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Moreover, since he wasn't a member of the Tang Sect, the credit for stopping the level-seven soul-guided cannonball could also be attributed to her, given that Gu Yue stated she had invited the powerful expert.

According to the rules of the Fighting Soul Hall, the colors are white, yellow, purple, and black.

A Black-level fighter must be at least a three-word battle armor master, a Purple-level fighter must be a two-word battle armor master, and a Yellow-level fighter must be a one-word battle armor master.

This action is enough to make an exception and allow Gu Yue to be promoted to Purple-level Fighter.

Furthermore, this will be a significant achievement in her future career advancement.

After all, among the younger generation of the Tang Sect, no one else could take down a terrorist organization's hideout with a Soul Saint possessing a two-word battle armor, relying solely on their cultivation level of a one-word battle armor.

The time came a few days later.

These past few days, Su Qiu has been studying mecha-related knowledge intensively. He got a mecha from Mu Ye.

Play around with it while preparing for a competition.

At that moment, a streak of light shot down from the sky above the competition arena.

Dressed in a light yellow outfit, with an elegant and composed demeanor, she is Fang'er, the host and commentator for this competition.

Amidst thunderous applause, Fang'er's gaze swept across the waiting area, a bright smile on her face: "Without further ado, let's see which two powerhouses will be the first to step onto the stage in today's first match!"

"Next, let's welcome our first contestant, who comes from Shrek Academy and is one of the favorites to win this competition. He is Su Qiu!"

In an instant, the cheers from the entire stadium came to an abrupt halt, replaced by a deafening chorus of boos.

Su Qiu has gotten used to it these past few days. That's how it is when playing away from home. Before winning the championship, the audience's opinions are always hard to believe.

"Now, let's welcome Sima Xian, one of the most outstanding geniuses from the Star Luo Royal Academy, hailed as the rising star of Star Luo."

Unlike Su Qiu's appearance, Fang'er's introduction of Sima Xian was long and rambling.

“Sima Xian, huh?” Su Qiu remembered him; he was a great victim of injustice.

Sima Xian went to enroll in Monster Academy.

As a result, Long Yue beat him up, stole his tuition fees, and even mocked him.

Sima Xian missed the registration deadline and had to go to Xingluo Royal Academy.

"Game start!"

Fang'er's commentary, delivered at lightning speed: "Sima Xian donned his battle armor immediately. It seems Su Qiu is putting a lot of pressure on him."

"And what about our contestant Su Qiu? He's performing some strange movements; is it his soul skill?"

Before she finished speaking, a dark golden light suddenly shone on the arena, and with a roar, a mech stood steadily behind Su Qiu.

After completing the pointless transformation sequence, Su Qiu, having fully embodied the ritual, began operating the mecha.

"Oh my god!"

Fang'er's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief and shock, and she almost dropped the microphone: "Black-level mecha! Su Qiu summoned a black-level mecha! He's actually a black-level mecha pilot!"

This exclamation instantly drowned out the boos from the entire audience.

Whether it was the ordinary people in the audience or the contestants in the waiting area, everyone stared wide-eyed at the black-level mecha, their faces filled with disbelief.

Most importantly, this mech is so cool!

In the waiting area, Tang Wulin stared wide-eyed, unable to resist nudging Xie Xie beside him: "Look, look! Su Qiu's mecha is so cool! It's a hundred times better than any mecha I've ever seen before!" Xie Xie rolled his eyes, but couldn't help nodding: "It really is cool. But what's the use of being cool? We still have to see it in actual combat later."

Despite saying that, his gaze was fixed on the dark gold mecha, his eyes filled with envy.

This was specially invited by Su Qiu from Mu Ye; strength wasn't important, the main thing was that it looked cool. Therefore, this mecha's performance was far weaker than other black-level mechas.

But Su Qiu didn't care; as long as he was handsome, that was all that mattered.

On the other side, Sima Xian's fierce attack stance suddenly stopped.

A black-level mech is already equivalent to a two-word battle armor, so what can he use to fight it?

"Black level. How is this possible?" Sima Xian murmured in disbelief, his face deathly pale. It seemed his match was about to end.

Fang'er snapped out of her daze, looked at the mecha with sparkling eyes, and quickly added, "Ladies and gentlemen! This black-level mecha is not only incredibly powerful, but its appearance is also a work of art! The smooth lines and unique dark gold patterns are clearly the work of a master!"

"However," she changed the subject, "I also know a little about mecha, and you can tell from the design of this mecha that its creators put too much thought into its aesthetics."

Fang'er tapped the enlarged mecha details on the screen with her finger, speaking at a rapid pace: "Look at the curvature of the shoulder armor and the intricate dark gold patterns on the fuselage. Although the visual effect is stunning, in actual combat, it may increase the loss of soul power transmission and even become a breakthrough point for the enemy's attack!"

"Sima Xian's battle armor is more practical, so there is still a chance."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the audience.

"So that's how it is! No wonder he was so handsome, he was just a pretty face!"

"Go Sima Xian! He's wearing battle armor, he'll definitely win!"

"Shrek guys are all flashy and impractical, doing all this fancy stuff!"

Shrek's side exploded.

They actually dared to put down their great Lord Su Qiu.

Na'er angrily rolled up her sleeves and left: "I'm going to kill that commentator."

Xu Xiaoyan and the others quickly pulled her back: "Sister Na'er, Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, there's no need."

Sima Xian looked at the imposing mecha in front of her, took a deep breath, and then went up.

His first and second spirit rings shone one after another.

His body grew larger as he ran, with a long tail trailing behind him and two giant horns growing from his head.

"Sima Xian has already entered! But Su Qiu hasn't made a move. What is he waiting for? Come to think of it, he hasn't moved since entering the mech. Is he trying to let the other side have a chance?"

Su Qiu sat in the cabin, paying no attention to the commotion outside. He was looking at the operating instruments with a headache.

"This is walking, this is running, and this is jumping."

He was holding an instruction manual in his hand, occasionally tilting his head to study the data stream jumping on the screen, looking exactly like a novice figuring things out.

Xiaxi suddenly appeared, her little face serious as she called out, "Awoo awoo."

Seemingly taking the discussion seriously with Su Qiu, her little paws would point at the blue button on the control panel one moment, and then fiddle with the instruction manual in Su Qiu's hand the next, her round eyes full of seriousness.

Su Qiu gave a perfunctory "hmm" twice, her fingertips still randomly tapping on the buttons, her brows furrowing even more: "The instruction manual for this thing you're talking about is full of scribbles, who can understand it?"

"Never mind, I'll leave it to my intuition and luck!"

　The strength of Black-level mechs fluctuates in the original work, so we'll base it on the two-word battle armor.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)