With this unexpected move, the Rag Queen caught her opponent off guard. Given his Mecha was already severely damaged, in the few seconds of the pilot and the audience’s astonishment, the Rag Queen actually decapitated the Mecha’s head.
[Alert! Alert! Alert!]
[Alert! Control Center system has been severed—]
Listening to the continuous alarm bells of the Mecha, the pilot’s crazed smile froze midway, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he involuntarily broke out into large beads of cold sweat—
A huge Big Chopper, gleaming with a cold, chilling light, crashed down onto the Control Center—
Whether it was the opponent or the spectating audience, at this moment, they all watched with wide eyes as the Rag Queen hung onto the Mecha with ropes, holding a Big Chopper in her hand, and began chopping away at the Mecha without any tools. Her face was expressionless as she swung the knife crazily into the Mecha’s Control Center—
The rich player was stunned by Ji You’s move, confused, and scared into covering his head, barely daring to shout, "Damn! Come chop me instead! Why are you destroying my Mecha?"
Rag Queen suddenly turned her head, "Shut up! I’ll deal with your Mecha first, then I’ll deal with you."
Audience Member A: "That rich player has suffered a huge loss! At least more than 10,000 points are needed to configure that Mecha!"
Audience Member B: "Holy! More than 10,000 points? Poverty limits my imagination."
Audience Member C: "The energy system, weapon system, and defense system of the Mecha have all been blown up in that attack. If the Control Center is also busted, the rich player will need at least another 10,000 points to repair it. My goodness—"
Listening to the audience’s chatter, and the Rag Queen’s relentless chopping, this rich player’s heart just couldn’t take it anymore, he suddenly burst into loud tears: "Damn! Stop smashing! Stop smashing! My Mecha+weapon+defense cost me almost 50,000 points! Damn! Stop smashing!"
Ji You remained unmoved, thinking to herself: You like to flaunt money? Well, then I’ll use my knife to smash your money!
"Stop smashing! Stop smashing! Isn’t it enough that I call you daddy?"
Ji You was emotionless, focusing solely on smashing! Right now, she was a merciless money-smashing machine!
"I... what if I kneel down and call you daddy, would that suffice?"
Ji You’s mouth twitched, she glanced back at him: "Zip it! I don’t want a son so disgracefully ashamed!"
She wasn’t just anyone’s parent.
She had her principles, of course.
Seeing Ji You utterly unyielding, and his Mecha being dismantled to pieces, the rich player felt so heartbroken that he could barely breathe; if she continued smashing, his pricey Mecha would be nothing but scrap metal. In desperation, with a look of sorrowful resolve in his eyes, he slammed his head against the sharp exterior of the Mecha:
After a loud noise, the system announced: [Rag Queen wins!]
The rich player was driven to suicide?
The audience seating was suffocated in stunned silence.
Ji You’s mouth twitched yet again.
After a good while of stupor, the originally silent audience burst into uproarious chatter:
"What a rare sight! The first time I’ve encountered a suicidal protective mecha in an official arena."
"You guys are speaking without knowing the pain of standing, aren’t you? Didn’t you hear him? That mecha cost nearly 50,000 points! Do you even grasp what 50,000 points mean, you broke nobodies who don’t even have 100 points in your wallets?"
"Absolutely heart-wrenching..."
"This Rag Queen is truly terrifying, so frightening..."
"Shh—Rag Queen is really such a beast!"
Ji You swiftly turned her head to look at the audience, spotting someone precisely, and that person, frightened by Ji You’s cold gaze, hurriedly shut his mouth: "Not a beast, not a beast—"
Ji You looked around, her lips curling into a faint smile: "Goodbye!"
"I love you! Love you! Love you!"
Listening to the audience’s screams and cheers, Ji You turned around, waved her hand, and chose to leave the arena.
After exiting, Ji You logged off from Star Network, drank a glass of water, rubbed her head, and tried to ease her tensed nerves. The match just now was extremely thrilling; the slightest lapse would have meant total annihilation. Ji You wasn’t absolutely confident of winning, but she just refused to accept defeat. Who knew what the outcome would be until the very last moment?
Facing those wealthy players who wouldn’t think twice about using money to crush you, it was very easy to capsize in the gutter. Ji You chose the Compressed Particle Cannon, already prepared to go down with the opponent. If she was going to have a hard time, she would make sure her opponent wouldn’t get off easy either.
After blowing up two mechas, Ji You suddenly didn’t want to die anymore. She frantically ran away from the center of the explosion and dismantled the defense system from her mecha, strapping it on herself. She even grabbed a Big Chopper—with it, as long as she didn’t die, she still had a chance.
And luckily, she didn’t die.
However, Ji You remained motionless, quietly lurking, waiting for the moment the opponent came close, then leapt up, chopper in hand, dealing crazy damage! With a spirit of recklessness, if she couldn’t kill them, she’d at least make them hurt!
After finishing the water and taking a short break with her mood slightly eased, Ji You re-entered the competition field.
She had to hurry and fight in matches.
Then, as Ji You’s character appeared, the crowded masses around her scattered instantly.
Is she really that terrifying?
"Ah ah ah... It’s really the Rag Queen!"
"Really! She’s alive!"
"Did she really force her opponent into suicide?"
"I saw the video, oh my gosh, it was so intense—a Big Chopper scared her opponent go pale, and suicide was the only way to barely save their mecha."
"Ah! She’s looking at me, there’s murderous intent in her eyes! So... terrifying..."
Ji You turned her head, and along the way, the crowd ran off as fast as rabbits wherever she passed. Ji You rubbed her head in annoyance, grumbling: "How am I supposed to find weak opponents ?"
Left with no choice, Ji You had to open up her personal page to see if there were any new challenge requests.
It might be that the match with the wealthy player was too intense; for a while, hardly anyone sent Ji You challenge requests, and those who had issued challenges were also canceling. With no other options, Ji You planned to select one from the few requests left.
Right at that moment, a prompt popped up: [Xiaoqing has sent you a challenge request, wagering points: 100.]
Ji You smiled. After her repeated rejections, the miserly Shen Changqing was actually willing to spend 100 points to fight her.