Chapter 870 The Opening Battle Ends

As soon as this voice came out, the other people in the public chat room were stunned for a moment.

Several veterans recalled the voices of other people who spoke before, and after comparing and thinking, they almost immediately retreated to the edge of the ring.

"The wind is tight!"

"Something is wrong, it's that Wukong mecha!"

No one complained about how the other party's strange mecha that joined in the middle could enter the public channel they opened before the game. All the survivors chose to retreat and hide at the first time.

After all, the threat given to them by the Wukong mecha was too great.

Looking around, some people who were still in the cradle of life were already panicked at this time.

But no matter how panicked they were, during the retreat, some people had already thought of a countermeasure.

"Turn the power output to the maximum! If you have jammers, smoke bombs, flash bombs, or even other weapons, just throw them! Then we will rush up directly!"

No matter how the other party would react to this decision in the public channel, it was already at this time, and everyone had only the energy reserves for the last fight.

Let's fight! I can't just lie down like the others!

"There's a hammer flash bomb! You can only bring cold weapons! Can my Xiao Li's darts penetrate the Monkey King's armor?! Damn!"

"No problem, my machete can still move."

Amid the roar of the channel voice, the few remaining Iron Overlords instantly changed their shapes.

The power engines on their backs and ankles began to increase to the highest output power, and the weapons in their hands were also tightly grasped and fixed.

The Wing God mecha in the air also began to reveal some specially modified parts, such as the inexplicable long tube part that suddenly stood up behind it.

"It seems that the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. Are our players planning to give it a try and bring failure to the Wukong mecha?"

Wang Teng was explaining, but in fact, he didn't need to explain. The audience at the scene could clearly know that this was definitely the last battle.

Faced with this tense situation, the lively eyes of the Wukong mecha became very calm at this time. Even after flashing, the fiery eyes on the head of the mecha seemed to be extinguished.

The parts of the entire mecha that were very ferocious just now began to turn soft.

It was as if all the weapons and impact spikes were restrained. The color of the armor of the entire mecha even had a visible change. Even the iron rod that took the lives of many mechas began to glow at this time.

The bright yellow color became more, and the Wukong mecha even had some brilliant Zen at this time.

"With this change, does the Wukong mecha have energy weapons?" I don't know who shouted this in the audience.

Although it was very urgent, others heard it.

"No way? Energy weapons! Will we die?!" Someone shouted in surprise.

At this time.

Suddenly.

The eyes of the Wukong mecha opened.

The pupils that were originally very lively, at this time, even if they were hundreds of meters away, still made people feel that they were seeing a ball of fire.

There was no smoke or explosion, but many people felt their hearts tremble.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant and a bell sounded.

The strange sound echoed around the ring.

"Charge!" Zhou Long shouted in the small channel.

All the remaining mechas rushed up. The Iron Tyrant, who looked a little silly on weekdays, also rushed up like an arrow from a string.

It was just a matter of a second.

In a flash, the sound of explosions and dazzling light filled the square of the opening ceremony exhibition match. Even the scorching sun in the sky seemed to be much dimmer at this time.

"Fuck, my eyes!"

"Ni Ma!!!"

"Fuck!!!"

Not to mention human eyes, many civilian equipment could not normally capture the actual picture at this time.

Of course, in addition to this, many people began to cry for their parents or "help" in panic.

"Help!"

"Terrorist attack?"

"Call!"

"Husband!"

In panic, some people hugged their relatives and friends, some protected their devices tightly, and some reached out to unknown places.

When the light faded and the explosion echoed in the venue for a few circles, everything returned to calm.

The calm after the excitement always seems so quiet.

When the camera of the live broadcast room and the audience's eyes were all on the ring, no one could remain calm.

The scene of ruins made it impossible to see the barrage in the live broadcast room, and also made the players and tourists in the audience seats exclaim.

"Fuck?"

"Instant kill, instant kill again?"

"Who will lose or win this?"

In the ring, the Wukong mecha has become like a sculpture, lifeless and motionless.

Two Iron Tyrant's cold weapons have cut into the interior of the Wukong mecha. And all around are ruins.

Some of the stone pillars erected around the ring are broken, and some have cracks on their surfaces.

The hardened ground around the Wukong mecha was also in a mess, as if it had been dented by a bomb.

Whew~

The cold wind blew, rolling up dust and blinding the eyes of the audience in the nearby stands.

"System restart successful, identity verification successful, scanning information."

Zhou Long's Wing God mecha had landed next to a stone pillar at some point, but it just didn't cross the boundary, so the penalty rule was not triggered.

A few seconds later, the unique bell in the game "Smart Machine Crisis" rang.

Players and tourists at the opening ceremony of the Global Martial Arts Conference, as well as netizens in the global live broadcast room of Jiuzhou Entertainment Platform, all heard a mechanical male voice at this time.

"Danger is lifted! Wing God completes the mission.

The defender of this game is: Zhou Long!"

...

"_?" Zhou Long looked around in confusion, then looked at his mecha, his mind still a little unresponsive.

He only remembered that he was sprinting, preparing to go around the enemy and then sneak attack.

But who knew that the strong light and harsh sound instantly polluted his brain through the sensors of the mecha, and when he came to his senses, the mecha system was freezing and restarting.

The director was also confused and his scalp was numb at this time.

They started to hurriedly retrieve the shooting data as soon as possible, but after searching several video sources, they found that the video materials of the critical moments just now were simply unwatchable.

It was either a flash of white light or a mosaic of damaged data...

But this did not stump the witty Wang Teng.

After learning that the video materials could not be used, Wang Teng immediately opened fire and shouted excitedly into the microphone.

"Let's cheer for the winner of this game! Zhou Long, the contestant from Daxia!"

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