Of course, a small group of people immediately stepped forward to defend "Zero".
"This is called strategy, understand? In a battle royale game, the winner is the one who survives till the end!"
"Exactly, there's no such thing as despicable or not, winning is everything, any means can be used!"
"The Mechanical Spirit Cup isn't just about testing direct combat abilities; tactical arrangements are also a part of the competition!"
...
The disputes in cyberspace couldn't be transmitted to the battlefield.
Inside "Zero's" cockpit.
Stolheim's expression showed no change at all.
His slick silver-backed hair remained perfectly in place, and his ice-blue eyes were filled with True Intent, scanning coldly like the most precise instrument at the machine in front of him, which was damaged like a cornered beast wielding its own Light Saber.
Ambush?
Taking advantage of the situation?
These boring terms had never appeared in his dictionary.
He did not hesitate because of moral rebukes.
