"I understand this! Thank you Chu Mei!" Ran Xiaolei looked at her robot in brand new condition with joy, and was finally about to start her journey as a fighting robot player.
But for Ran Xiaolei, unlike Weslin, who regards fighting robots as a lifelong dream and causing trouble as a hobby, he also helps the Dragon God Team make up for the shortage of personnel.
At first, everyone thought about adding Lin Mo to the Dragon God Team, but Lin Mo was not in the same city as them, and it was not very convenient to do many things.
What's more, Lin Mo will not leave Adam's team behind.
Although now he is the only one left in Adam's team.
At eight o'clock in the evening, after Wei Silin and Ran Xiaolei left the secret base and returned home, a text message was sent to Wei Silin's mobile phone.
Weslin was lying at the table studying the transformation drawings of the fighting robot. When his phone lit up, he opened the information prompt and took a closer look.
"Hello, you have successfully registered for the Machine King Competition. Please arrive at the registration point at seven o'clock tomorrow morning to participate in the competition. During the competition, you will not be allowed to use any communication equipment that can communicate with the outside world. Please inform your friends and family in advance, such as
We apologize for any inconvenience."
After seeing this news, Weslin felt a little panicked for some reason.
"Is it finally my turn? I didn't expect that even the use of mobile phones is not allowed. It seems that it is really a lost and escaped game. But how should the players arrange it?"
In fact, Weslin went out of his way to find his neighbors who had participated in the competition today, but they seemed to be very scared when this thing was mentioned, and refused to say a word. They just told Weslin that it was best not to participate, otherwise they would definitely regret it.
The more they said this, the stronger Weslin's curiosity became.
He really wanted to know what it was like in the Machine King Contest, which would scare these players into being like this.
At seven o'clock in the morning the next day, Weslin arrived at the Clown House, the registration location for the Machine King Tournament, on time.
Because the registration period has not really opened yet, there are only a few people here now.
Weslin glanced at the people at the door and found two fat boys who looked like twin brothers, a peacock wearing something like a card screen, a guy as tall as a bamboo pole, and a guy about the same height and age.
of high school students.
"Excuse me, are you also here to participate in the competition?" Weslin asked.
One of the fat boys looked back at Weslin and said, "Yes, are you here to participate in the competition too?"
"Well! It seems that those who appear here at this time should all be people who have signed up." Weslin said.
The tall man whose clothes looked like a peacock smiled coldly and said: "You'd better be careful, from now on, we are enemies! Only one person can win the final reward in this machine king battle, and that person
It must be me! Let me introduce myself, my name is Folding Fan."
When Weslin saw the stinky look on this guy's face and the words he said, he felt that he was an arrogant man with extremely inflated self-confidence.
Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the white robot at his feet. He saw a big word "Crazy" sprayed with black paint on the flat fan-like body.
The shape of Shota Robot is a bit like an ink painting.
"It's a drum-type robot." Weslin said.
However, this guy’s robot was not a professional-grade 110-kilogram robot from the beginning, but more like an 80-kilogram robot built by enthusiasts.
Just like this, you still dare to brazenly say that you will definitely win?
"Wow! Is this your robot? It looks so awesome!" A boy who was about the same age as Weslin and wearing a school uniform suddenly pointed at Weslin's robot and said.
After hearing what he said, others immediately noticed Weslin's black fox and gathered around him.
"I'll go! This robot is so cool! It looks like a stealth fighter! Why does it look familiar?" said the little fat man.
Then his brother frowned and thought for a moment, and then said with enlightenment: "Ah! I remembered it! You are the player who participated in the Italian International Competition two months ago, right? A member of the Dragon God Team, called... called...
Weslin!”
"Oh my God! I didn't even recognize it if you didn't tell me! It's really him!"
After learning Weslin's identity, several people surrounded Weslin and looked at Weslin and his robot with adoring eyes as if they were sizing up a superstar.
The folding fan standing nearby didn't recognize Weslin's identity. He didn't expect that he was actually a professional player. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still looked unconvinced.
"Tch, what the hell! If I had finished a few years earlier, I would definitely be better than him!"
The male student stretched out his hand to Weslin, wanting to shake his hand, "Hello, my name is Liu Xin, and I am also a fighting robot enthusiast. If you come to participate in the competition, I don't think I can win.
Please be merciful in a moment."
"My name is A Fei!"
"My name is Ada!"
The other two fat twin brothers also introduced themselves immediately.
Weslin looked at them carefully and used the color of their clothes to remember their identities.
The one wearing the blue T-shirt is A Fei, and the one wearing the yellow T-shirt is A Da.
"I'm just inviting you to take care of me! I heard that in the Robot King Contest, it's not just the robots that are bigger that have an advantage. There are other things in it, so it's hard to tell."
"Yo yo yo! Looks like everyone has arrived!"
At this moment, another man's voice came from the side.
When Weslin heard the sound, he turned around and saw a man wearing a leopard-print T-shirt, shorts, and a headband walking from the park opposite.
The round sunglasses on this guy's face completely cover his eyes, making it impossible to see where his eyes are looking.
"Why does this man... look familiar?" Weslin felt as if he had seen him somewhere.
Soon, he remembered a man he saw asking the flight attendant for soy milk on the plane back to China from Italy two months ago.
"Ah, could it be him?"
The leopard print man stopped after walking to Weslin's side, holding a glass of soy milk in his left hand and a palm-sized robot remote control in his right hand.
A fighting spirit that looked like a Gundam followed behind him, walking on the ground using its crawler-type driving system.
"This robot looks like a toy!"
Weslin thought to himself, this guy seemed to be here to watch the fun, could he also be a competitor?
Moreover, his robot is a bit like another boxing fighting robot, which is completely different from Weslin's own Black Fox.