"Ripper, I'm optimistic about you! Don't let me down again! Send me that Weslin home this time!"
For a moment, under the referee's passionate explanation, the atmosphere in this 300-square-meter abandoned factory was instantly ignited!
At the same time, four contestants came out from the four corners with their fighting robots.
The sultry air in the factory with a hint of rust made Weslin feel a little uncomfortable.
He wiped a thin layer of sweat from his forehead, puffed up his mouth and exhaled softly.
"Why are there so many people here today? It's really crazy! The stadium is like dumplings!" Weslin said as he walked into the stadium under the gaze of everyone in the audience.
"Hahaha! Wasn't that kid's fighting robot destroyed in the last game? How could he create another one-day robot so quickly?"
"What's going on? He's coming to compete again? Didn't I go to the wrong venue? He met Ripper again this time, so why compare with him? It's not another 30-kilogram robot!"
Weslin heard the voices of many viewers questioning and ridiculing in his ears. He curled his lips with disdain, turned to a middle-aged man next to him and said with a smile: "Ah, it turns out there is another person here. If it weren't for the light,
When it shined on your head, I thought there was a light bulb sitting here!"
Upon hearing this, the man's face suddenly froze, and then he frowned and scolded Weslin: "You brat! Who do you think has a hair style like a light bulb?"
When people around him saw that he wanted to jump out and beat Weslin, two or three people immediately came up to hold him back.
"Forget it, forget it! Why do you act like a brat? Look at how pitiful he is. I guess my beloved robot will be dismantled again soon!"
"That's it! Watch the game! Let's watch the game! Didn't you win by beating the Northeastern eldest brother? We'll go drink after winning money!"
"You brat! Just wait to die! Brother Northeast will dismantle your rag doll in a while! Humph!"
Weslin glanced sideways at the man and ignored him, walking straight to the fighting robot ring surrounded by organic tempered glass.
At this time, other players also took their positions.
Weslin's keen eyes swept over the robots, and as if a scanner was turned on in his mind, he listed all their types and related data.
"Brother from the Northeast, an offset horizontal fighting robot, 60 kilogram level. Judging from the size of his weapon rotary knife, the motor driving the weapon should be more than 1,000 revolutions. The weapon material should be high carbon steel, about HRC50. If there is a head-on collision, this guy will
It will cause a lot of damage to my Nine Tails, so you must not contact it head-on."
"Applause for love, ah, the name sounds really obscene, just like the bohemian-looking girl operator! This is a drum-type robot, 60 kg level, usually the motors of robots of this level are basically 1000
Turn left and right, the material of the weapon barrel is unknown, but it doesn't look like a high-strength alloy. It would be great if I had a pair of eyes that could tell what kind of material it is."
"As for the Ripper, my old rival, I didn't expect that he would come here to participate in the competition. I actually met him in the first game."
At this moment, Wei Silin happened to confront Wu Zhuoxuan, the Ripper operator.
Wu Zhuoxuan was also looking at him at this moment and gave him a thumbs up.
It seems that Weslin can return to the competition so soon, which is somewhat beyond his expectation.
But soon Weslin noticed Wu Zhuoxuan's new fighting robot. It didn't look much different from the old Ripper, but it seemed to be a little different.
"Wu Zhuoxuan seems to have rebuilt a Ripper based on the original Ripper. I don't know what the difference is with the past, but if there is no difference from the previous Ripper, there is no way he can make it appear! So this time
Be very careful with him.
"Looking at his two erected fang-like pliers and his heavy body, it is estimated that the maximum output power should be enough to tear apart any opponent of the same level. It can be said that anyone here who is caught by him will be torn apart.
In half!"
"But! This guy has always had one of the most obvious weaknesses, and that is that in this level of competition, he always ignores his speed and invests too much in attack power. In other words, his 60kg level
Inside the fuselage, the weapon hydraulic cylinder occupies a large space, so other aspects of the structure and wiring must be very tight, and the speed will not be too fast. As long as you use speed, you should be able to restrain this guy!"
"But now Kyuubi is not the demon fox it used to be. This time, I will use my true power to prove it to everyone!"
As soon as he thought of this, the scene of the demon fox fighting on the field a week ago flashed in Weslin's mind.
He closed his eyes silently, as if feeling the tragic mood of the demon fox's final suicidal leap.
After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes shining with confidence and brightness.
Weslin analyzed his three opponents at the fastest speed, and finally looked down at the catapult fighting robot in the shape of a nine-tailed fox that was painted red under his feet and had cat-like sharp pupils on both sides.
The high bulge of the ejection device looks like the nose of a demon fox, and the horizontal stripes outlined by the black paint are like the fox wrinkling its nose and baring its teeth at the enemy to show its ferocious side.
Weslin adopts such an appearance design, firstly to commemorate the demon fox, but also to announce to everyone that the demon fox has been resurrected as the Nine-Tails!
Kyuubi will inherit his will and continue to fight!
Weslin knew very well that his fighting robot was definitely the least favored among them because he was a newcomer.
But even so, Weslin still signed up for the competition in order to prove to everyone that the robot he designed can also be on a larger world stage!
This is how he came all the way!
For him, the Nine-Tails in his hand is actually a comrade who can fulfill his dream!
"Dang! Dang!"
As the competition bell rang, Weslin's thoughts were drawn back to the competition, and his fighting spirit was instantly ignited.
He squatted down and gently stroked the ejection device, as if stroking the forehead of this "nine-tailed demon fox".
"Kyuubi, there will be a fierce battle here today. Let's kill them together! To commemorate the demon fox!"
"Okay! Now, all contestants, please confirm the status of your robot! Enter the robot!"
Soon, the contestants began to test their robots separately, and then used remote controls to control them into the competition field.
Weslin's Nine Tails also entered the scene under his control.
At this moment, he was holding the twenty-centimeter-square black remote control tightly with both hands, waiting for the bell to ring that would ignite his destiny!