The world of breathing, there is no mine at home...

No……

It is a breathing machine battle, and no one at home can afford to play this game.

That is the drowning of the whole people, no, the war of the whole people.

Yes, any game requires profit, and full-name machine battles are no exception. You need to recharge coupons to buy stronger mechas and use money to strengthen mecha accessories. In this way, even a mecha idiot, as long as you operate randomly and dance in the cockpit, you can beat the other party.

Yes, you made a profit, I was almost crying if I lost.

Young people, think about it with their brains, can they become stronger without recharging money?

The rich man was wearing luxurious equipment, and his every move moved the mountains and seas, and the sky collapsed and the earth broke. The power of just one blow was so terrifying.

Veterans use the cancer deck to score points... No, they use the cancer to assemble the mecha to persuade newbies to withdraw.

In such a general environment, this game is still popular. After all, mecha is the romance of men. The newbies suffer all kinds of suffering and have to continue playing.

In a terrifying environment filled with all kinds of gods and immortals, this man was born.

Marxism-Leninism!

He is the king of the proletariat!

He entered the Master segment with the garbage mecha recommended by a newbie.

That's...

The God of Wheelchair...

godheelchair!

The battle has begun...

The sun began to look particularly dazzling. Through the characteristic glass of the cockpit, Qin Tian's vision was a little blurred, and he was shocked by the magnificent figure in front of him.

In front of my ears were the cheers, screams and hisses of countless audiences in the Sports Hall.

They were caring, like the arena of ancient Rome, the nobles were immersed in the strong muscles, wild shouts, and blood of the sword fighters. They were looking forward to a fight, rolling internal organs, or yellowing brains.

Yes, the same is true for these audiences. They are obsessed with steel and fall into the cold abyss of violent collisions, looking forward to a loud bang, and the fragmented machinery burst out with brilliant sparks, and the fragmented crackling sounds stimulate the brain. That is art.

Qin Tian hesitated. He had a intuition that he could not hold on to that man's hands.

The wide arena has a range of five square kilometers. The rules are very simple. Either scrap the opponent's mecha or kill the opponent's driver. Of course, there is the easiest thing to wait for the opponent to surrender, but that is impossible. The sword fighter has his dignity, and the mecha driver also has his arrogance.

"I……"

Under this mountain of pressure, Qin Tian almost blurted out. I gave in, but he swallowed it back.

"This is...the God of Wheelchairs."

Standing five hundred meters opposite Qin Tian’s mecha was a monster that seemed to come from the prehistoric world, an existence that was almost impossible to get close to.

Qin Tian suddenly remembered a cold knowledge in his mind.

That's...

Can the blade-shaped blades be operated at super high speed? Can they become a smooth cylinder?

And the mecha of the God of the Wheelchair perfectly interprets this problem.

"I...I fuck you**"

Qin Tian shouted almost in a collapse.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom...

The crazy spinning sawtooth was like thunder coming. As the engine started, the chainsaws on the whole body began to rotate at high speed.

I saw the mecha of the God of the Wheelchair.

Countless high-speed rotating serrations are installed on the arms...

And on the shoulders, head, teeth, and the whole body...

Qin Tian could no longer see the appearance of the mecha, and could only see the dynamic and fuzzy phantom of high speed rotation. The air around the mecha was burning with violent friction, and the white transparent smoke turned the surrounding space dimensions into distortion and tilt, making a bizarre ray.

"Will I hit you?"

Qin Tian said irritably.

"Hahaha... tremble, mortals, I used to be a gangster."

The God of the Wheelchair said to Qin Tian alone through the communicator. In his eyes, Qin Tian's mecha was as weak as a croaker.

In the VIP VIP seat, Li Bumian and the other two were watching the game.

Li Bumian pushed the gold-rimmed glasses with his middle finger, his eyelids twitched wildly, and asked in surprise: "Is this the mobile suit competition?"

Li Bumian was surprised. Is this still called a mecha? I saw that the wheelchair god was covered with sharp saw blades. Li Bumian's visual speed was tens of millions of times in one second. This was not a mobile suit at all, but a bloody warrior.

Yes, the God of Wheelchairs is inspired by the weird engine of the underworld racing party. The biggest problem with this mecha is that the combat time is too short and the reserved energy cannot be supported for five minutes. It can only squeeze the opponent's energy in high-speed operation to support the war.

Lin also answered Li Bumian's question and said, "It is said that this is the case. The competition not only needs to consider the players' driving skills, but also consider the understanding of the mecha. You can assemble the mecha by yourself."

Li Bumian was speechless, he understood what kind of SB competition is this? Is that wheelchair and other things cheated?

"Compared with this, you should look for your apprentice."

Li Bumian said coldly. He had already had a plan in his mind, which was to control Lin Ye's apprentice, then undermine the royal family of the Fathir Kingdom, gain a certain amount of power, and then find Shane, the descendant of the salary, and then... dominate the empire... hahahaha... Li Bumian's mind secretly made a ghost laugh that ruined the world.

"After all... I'm not a demon either."

Li Bumian has already begun to think about how to train Lin Ye's apprentice to gain control of the Fathir royal family.

Li Bumian's mental power was damaged because he had witnessed the tip of the iceberg of the great gods in the deep world. His san value was gone, and his spiritual consciousness was completely destroyed, which had a serious impact on his strength. Now, he only relied on Lin Ye to find that Lolita.

Meanwhile, in the arena.

"Your combat state can only last for a moment, and your energy should be exhausted soon. Hahaha, I just need to deal with you and wait for you to die!"

Qin Tian controlled the mecha to jump up and down. He must not fight the monster mecha in close combat, otherwise he would be torn into residue in an instant. From time to time, he blocked the opponent's attack through particle cannons and devoted all his energy to dodge.

The God of the Wheelchair was furious and said to him, "I'm a little gentle." I'm just trying to beat the genius."

"I can't help but see my weakness at a glance. There is no problem with your experience and technology as the kingdom representative, but... there is only one reason why you will lose, that is, you met me!"

Click!

A nozzle suddenly ejected from the gap between the chainsaw on the shoulders of the monster mecha.

"How about my eyes blindfolded with blood?"

Bang!

It was like a high-pressure water gun fired, and the extremely heavy paint sprayed onto Qin Tian's mecha, blinding Qin Tian's cockpit glass, making Qin Tian unable to perceive the position with his naked eyes.

"Haha...you're just a mortal...and I..."

Qin Tian's divine thought moved and did not forget his duty. He was originally a monk. His huge spiritual consciousness in the Void Refining Realm suddenly dispersed to find out the location of the monster mecha.

VIP indoor.

Lin Ye frowned and said, "I found it... it's true here."

Li Bumian was happy and his conspiracy was finally ready, so he quickly asked Lin to point out the position.

Following the direction marked by Lin Ye, Li Bumian saw the person Lin Ye pointed to. That was Lin Ye's apprentice, the Seventh Princess of the Kingdom of Fathir.

Li Bumian: "..."

Very dangerous...

It's dangerous in all senses...

Not only the name Lolita, but also the hairstyle of the wife who drooped the side, and the despicable figure that seemed to be specially designed for the 18-forbidden images, the abnormal breasts make people dizzy.

The head is almost filled with falg.

"Her dream...is it a female knight?"

Li Bumian pinched his chin and asked thoughtfully, and in this way, he gathered all the dangerous elements.

Lin Ye was shocked and asked back, "How do you know? But this girl is very weird. Sometimes she wants to be a knight, sometimes she wants to be a thief, and she is also a little interested in magic. Although she is a bit weird, she is still the student president."

boom!

Li Bumian is struck by lightning!

I think of this person as a princess.

This is simply... gathering all the elements!

Too dangerous...suffocating.

"Is there any handle she was caught?"

Li Bumian asked Lin for no reason, if he was satisfied with this point, in a sense, this woman was already unparalleled in the universe in some ways.
Chapter completed!