The Perfect Pair

"Let the match begin!" The referee quickly announced.

In fact, before he even finished, Tan Bingbing had already launched a fierce assault. Her attacks were relentless and sharp like a raging storm, putting Andre firmly on the defensive. Andre seemed unable to counterattack, controlling his heavy mech to dodge continuously. Yet, his maneuvers were surprisingly agile, making Tan Bingbing's strikes miss time and again.

"Go, Goddess! Take down the pretty boy!" The crowd cheered wildly.

"Prince, watch out!" The girls gasped anxiously.

Minutes ticked by; Tan Bingbing's offense remained strong, Andre kept dodging, the boys roared support for Bingbing, and the girls worried over Andre. Yet, perceptive spectators could already sense the tide turning against Tan Bingbing.

Almost all the girls supported Andre, except two — Tan Bingbing's classmates and friends, An Ran and Amy.

Though only third-level mech warriors, with average looks and no notable background, An Ran and Amy were close friends of Tan Bingbing.

"Amy, Bingbing might lose," An Ran said worriedly.

"No way!" Amy was skeptical, "I thought Bingbing was dominating."

"Bingbing has been attacking for nearly ten minutes without hurting Andre. She's running out of stamina. Once Andre counterattacks seriously, Bingbing might lose," An Ran shook her head. Though not powerful herself, she was an avid mech match watcher with a keen eye.

"What can she do then?" Amy grew worried.

Before An Ran could answer, the battle shifted. Tan Bingbing's attacks lost fluidity. Andre, still dodging, began striking back. Each counterattack troubled Tan Bingbing greatly.

Even the casual onlookers noticed: Tan Bingbing, once aggressive, was now forced on defense as Andre launched a large-scale counterattack. The momentum had reversed completely.

"Wow, my prince is amazing!" a fangirl screamed, only to be beaten by other fangirls who cursed, "See if you still call him yours now!"

"Goddess, hang in there!" the boys shouted tirelessly.

But could Tan Bingbing change the situation?

Endymion jolted awake amid the violent shaking, glancing around the cramped space and then at the sexy cold beauty pressed beside him. He wondered if he was dreaming.

He had poured all his energy into modifying Tan Bingbing's mech, then slept at Yu Xuenah's place. But how did he end up here?

Seconds later, he realized: he was inside Tan Bingbing's mech cockpit — and she was battling in the arena!

"What is going on?" Endymion gave a wry smile. The cockpit was designed perfectly for just Tan Bingbing — tight and compact. With him inside, a big guy, it was incredibly cramped. The mech's movements caused constant, close contact with Tan Bingbing's enticing body.

While he had been unfazed in the dream, now awake, his heart raced and desire flared rapidly.

"You'll lose like this," he forced his thoughts away from temptation and focused on the battle. Tan Bingbing was clearly losing, almost defenseless and struggling.

"You're finally awake!" Tan Bingbing's voice regained its icy beauty tone, tinged with displeasure. "How can you sleep so much?"

"My health isn't great," Endymion said casually — true, even after half a month of qi training, his constitution hadn't changed overnight.

"Forget that, can you help me win?" Tan Bingbing dodged a deadly blow, panting as she asked.

For some reason, she felt he could help her now, something she never would have thought before.

"Hold on for a minute. I'll observe," Endymion straightened up, almost pressing fully against Tan Bingbing's back—not to take advantage, but to get the perfect vantage point.

"Boom!" The mech jolted from a massive impact. Endymion instinctively grabbed Tan Bingbing's soft waist.

"Got any ideas? I'm about to lose!" Tan Bingbing grew anxious, apparently unaware of how intimate their posture was.

"Listen to my commands now!" Endymion still held her but his mind was clear and excited.

"Roth's Spin!"

"Barenma Side Strike!"

"Filer's Chain Slash!"

Endymion uttered one technique name after another—classical textbook moves created by past mech knights and taught to all successors. Tan Bingbing executed each without hesitation.

Their teamwork was flawless; unnoticed, the tide turned.

"His weak spot's on the left. Fake right attack—Thunderstorm Whirlwind Triple Strike—left side—Got him!" Tan Bingbing's light sword sliced through Andre's mech power transmission belt, sealing the victory.

Just as everyone thought Tan Bingbing would lose, she reversed the battle completely within three minutes and defeated Andre. The arena fell into stunned silence for three seconds, then erupted in deafening cheers.

"Long live the Ice and Snow Goddess!" the boys roared.

"To hell with the Melancholy Prince!" jilted boys vented their frustrations.

"Waaah, how could my prince lose?" a fangirl sobbed.

Meanwhile, Tan Bingbing and Endymion celebrated in their own way.

This was Endymion's first mech battle experience—not driving but controlling and coordinating. It gave him immense confidence. He had only understood mech combat in theory, never tried it practically—until today, when Tan Bingbing's victory validated his ideas.

In that moment of triumph, Endymion lost all reason. He hugged Tan Bingbing tightly and kissed her passionately. Surprisingly, Tan Bingbing didn't resist but eagerly reciprocated.