Very Ugly, Very Scary?

This time, Tianji and Wuji had 12 member slots each. As per Boss Lan's request, they had brought the strongest 12 special-class operators from their respective mecha clans. The regiment commanders of both mecha clans arrived before Song Yanxu at the same time, one on the right, one on the left, neither willing to give way to the other.

Song Yanxu surreptitiously wiped away the sweat beading up on his forehead. He glanced to the left and then to the right, before asking cautiously, "Which of you shall come first?"

Han Yu coolly glanced sideways at Tianji's regiment commander, Mu Shaoyu, who looked back at him just as coolly. Fiery sparks flew between the two, but neither made a move to answer Song Yanxu's question. For a moment, the hall became extremely still and silent.