A'zhao had just stepped off the ring when Liu Zuofen stepped forward and asked, "Benlang's condition is very bad right now. We may need two weeks to repair and adjust him."
Azhao nodded, "I know."
Then a hint of apology appeared on Liu Zuo's face, "I'm sorry, I think I won't be able to get a spot. The Shura Beast Team depends on you."
"Don't say that. The final result of the game hasn't come out yet, so we don't have to be so depressed. According to my calculations, you fought two times in a row, and your effective strikes at this time are no less than that of Ah Fu, and even a lot more.
If there is any situation, it can only be due to your bad luck." A'zhao said.
Liu Zuo sighed softly, "I underestimated that Ah Fu. I just heard that that guy is the person in charge of Razor Mainland."
"Really?" A'zhao frowned slightly, "It turns out that our people are all bewitched by him. We can't tell that he is so simple and honest on the surface, but he is actually a very good character!"
"Forget it, now that everything has happened and the game is over, let's just wait for the result with peace of mind."
After saying that, A'zhao and Liu Zuo left the operation area and sat down next to Zuo to wait for the results to be announced.
When Wei Silin saw Long Yi leaving the arena, he immediately followed him out.
Ever since he entered the competition in the later stages, Weislin had a vague feeling that Long Yi seemed to be hiding something from everyone.
He would always see Long Yi secretly making phone calls alone, and some unknown messages would often be sent to him on his phone, but he would just look at them without replying, wondering if he was in any trouble.
For the fighting robot business, Long Yi has sacrificed his family.
His family cut off his financial ties, so now he can only rely on his own ability and the fighting qigong simulation training machine developed in Italy to obtain operating funds.
Long Yi is only less than 20 years old, but he feels that he is burdened with much more than the average person of his age.
It was already late at night and early in the morning, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright moonlight occupied half of the sky.
After Long Yi walked out of the factory, a message came from the phone in his pants pocket.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and saw a message from Justin.
Without looking, he knew what Justin's message was about.
But after Long Yi hesitated for a moment, he opened the message and scanned it with his eyes.
"Long Yi, I just watched the live broadcast of the game. I was surprised that you actually committed suicide to destroy Kuangya. Have you figured it out? I'm looking forward to seeing your other side in the World Series.
A robot goes into battle. Let me see the real you from the past, and stop being a walking zombie."
After Long Yi read the message expressionlessly, he deleted all the content and finally blocked Justin's account.
However, he has done this kind of thing several times, and it seems that no matter how many times he deletes it, Justin can re-add him in various ways, or borrow other friends' accounts.
As a result, Long Yi was so angry that many people were implicated, and he was determined to block the annoying Justin.
For him, people who always poke people's wounds are really annoying.
"team leader."
Suddenly, Weslin's voice came from behind Long Yi.
Long Yi glanced back with his peripheral vision, then raised his head and stared at the moonlight above his head, "Is something wrong?"
Next Four Years came to Long Yi and saw a trace of hesitation on his expression, so he asked: "Are you... okay?"
"Are you asking me, or Kuangya?"
"You are both."
"I'm fine, but Kuangya probably won't be able to continue fighting."
When Weslin heard this, he felt sour in his heart, "I understand why you did that just now. You must have your own reasons, right?"
Long Yi hesitated for a long time, and then said coldly: "This is my private matter."
Wei Silin knew Long Yi's temper and had no intention of continuing to ask questions.
Then he raised his head and stared at the moonlight above his head with Long Yi.
The next moment, Weslin took a deep breath, exhaled it heavily, and said, "It's finally over. This is probably the most tiring competition I have ever participated in."
"Because of the razor?"
"It's not just them, I've also seen more things that challenge the bottom line of human nature. If we continue to be detectives and continue the game, I'm afraid I will go crazy."
"Try to adapt. This may be just the beginning. We have destroyed the Razor's domestic plans. When the World Series begins, we will face Razor members from all over the world. You should also know the situation abroad. We
There is no turning back.”
"So, has the World Series actually turned into a true revolution in fighting robots?"
"It's not that serious, but this world competition will definitely cause a big event. It may affect the fighting robot competition in the future."
Weslin's heart, which had been put down, was lifted up again.
He tried to stabilize his emotions, put his hands behind his head, and said with a smile in the moonlight: "There is nothing we can do. Some people have to do some things, right? Since we have intervened, we can only face it head-on.
dark."
Long Yi lowered his head and looked at the hands on the mechanical watch, "It's almost time. Let's go back. The list should be out."
After saying that, Long Yi turned around and walked into the arena.
Wei Silin stood there and looked at Long Yi's back, hesitated for a few seconds, and then followed him.
When they returned to the arena, the audience could not wait for the host to announce the final result.
The players who had just competed and their team members gathered on both sides of the ring, looking more nervous than those participating in the competition.
At this time, the host got a note from the referee, then turned around and slowly walked onto the ring.
At this moment, all the flashlights were focused on the host.
Every step he takes in his black crocodile leather shoes symbolizes that the god of destiny, who can guarantee the final result, is approaching the players step by step.
For a moment, the players felt that all the sounds around the arena seemed to have disappeared.
They could clearly hear the sound of the host's leather shoes stepping on the floor, and finally walked up to the high platform.
Then, the host raised the microphone to his mouth and held up the list of players leading to the World Series in his left hand.
"Ahem! I have kept you waiting for a long time. Now the final score has been released. In this competition, although we adopted a round-robin method, the score difference between the players is not much. Now, let me start from the sixth
Start moving forward and reveal the list in your hand!"