Wei San righteously spoke: “We came for a competition, not a beauty contest.”
Painting the mecha costs money. Wei San saved some money, and her life immediately became happier. Bowing to Life was not a joke.
“There seems to be some truth in what you say.” F*** F*** seemed like he was thinking deeply.
As soon as the three of them stood on the challenge arena, the opposing groups all focused their eyes on Wei San’s mecha. Some spectators in the audience, who were still listless because they got up early, woke up one by one when they saw Wei San’s mecha.
They all unifiedly lamented that there was still such an ugly mecha in the world.
“Are they still competing, have you never seen such an ugly mecha before, ah?” F*** F*** shouted at the three people who were stunned.
F*** you to death spoke even more ‘honorably’ than Wei San, seeming like it was an honor to be so ugly.
There were several schemes for the combination of light, medium and heavy types of mecha. It depended on how the two sides chose, whether the same type of mecha competed together or different types of mecha worked together.
However, when the two sides do not understand each other’s situation, they are basically the one who rushes ahead and fights first.
F*** F*** was the first one to rush up, and attack head-on with the ion gun attack as if he doesn’t want money.
Wei San has never seen such a person use shells . she watched him compete while dragging the light mecha of the Hahaha team.
None of the ion cannons missed, but the whole mecha seemed to be played carelessly, as if he was just hitting at random.
Obviously, it was a heavy-duty mecha, but one can see “lightness” in it.
The Hahaha team didn’t expect that the heavy mecha of the underground factory team was so strong. The medium mecha West Landing was fighting against wanted to save their teammates, but West Landing caught the flaw, and his crossbow shot straight at the throat.
The choking feeling of hitting the throat was instantly transmitted to the person in the mecha cabin through the mecha. Before this feeling was cleared, West Landing had already pulled out the arrow with his hand and sent the arrow into the mecha body again, directly damaging the mecha cabin.
Wei San was distracted while watching the two people. It was her first time watching F*** F***. It was not clear how West Landing had become so ferocious in the period of time they had not seen each other. Moreover, she had never seen such a close-up and wasteful practice before.
In the past, although West Landing skirted the opponent neatly, he had only forced the opponent to admit defeat, so far. Last week, he made a sneak attack on the God of Death and kicked his head off. This week, he also played a deadly trick, leaving no chance for the opponent to struggle. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥
Did West Landing go for a retreat study somewhere?
The two people over there almost ended the game in an instant, and without any help, they stood on the stage to watch Wei San and the person pester each other.
“Bowing your head, what’s your way of playing? F*** him directly!” F*** F*** stood beside, holding the mecha in his arms.
The last player of the Hahaha team saw that all his teammates were defeated and heard what he said. On the contrary, he was stimulated first, with a posture of fighting to death with Wei San.
Wei San, who was originally paddling, was startled. Her mecha had just been made. Although it was ugly, it could not be bumped.
People on and off the stage immediately saw an ugly mecha whose speed increased like a ghost and dealt exchanges with the opponent.
One third of the other side’s upper body directly rolled down, and the mecha cabin was exposed. The man inside stiffly raised his hand to touch his hair, and then fell down.
“This person that you know is pretty interesting.” F*** F*** collected the mecha and gossiped with West Landing next to him. “This was a crisp and clean play, with a bit of my style.”
Her mecha was still intact. With a sigh of relief, Wei San came out of the mecha.
As soon as she came out, F*** F*** came up and hooked her shoulders: “I can’t tell. You actually have some skills.”