Chapter 413 Iron Female Warrior 10
Why all white?
Because the biochemical fluid used to transform a person's body is blue, and wearing white clothes, it is obvious when the biochemical fluid spurts out from the broken torso and spurts out, arousing the excitement of the audience. It’s terrible to think about it!
After going to the locker room to change clothes, Xining felt that her feet were shaking. You're right, you're so scared? If you want to be a warrior, even a sparring partner is not qualified.
Xining cursed secretly: "Just stay away if you're afraid. Don't hinder my sister from working and making money."
My feet finally stopped shaking. I didn’t expect that the mechanical body would make my feet tremble with fear. It was so advanced.
When she walked out, it was already bustling outside. There were about seven or eight people working as sparring partners. Xining originally thought that she looked weird enough, but looking at their looks, she felt like she had lost.
The metal bodies are basically in strange shapes, some are cylindrical and two meters high; this one is a small cylinder that can be used as a mailbox when standing on the road.
That one was as thin as a bamboo pole, wobbling with every step he took.
The other two figures are pretty normal, but what's going on with their hair? One dyed purple afro can be seen from afar; the other dyed green has one side long and one short, and the short one is long enough to cover half of the face. In this era, there is actually Shamate.
Leo walked over. His body, which was more than two meters tall, made the ground shake slightly with every step he took. He bent his knees slightly and faced her and whispered: "I have already said hello and assigned you to the easiest samurai. You will go on stage with the 'Purple Head' and 'Green Lantern' later. See what they do." , you can do whatever you want, you can yell or scold, but don’t stay where you are and wait for death.”
"I know, Brother Leon!" Xining thanked him.
"Just call me Leon, take care of yourself, I will cheer for you." Leon's broad mechanical palm gently rested on her shoulder, covering her entire shoulder, and lowered his voice: "I put in ten coins to bet If you can survive ten seconds, don’t let me down.”
No wonder he was so kind. He was almost moved. The corners of Xining's mouth twitched slightly, and then he said: "Put in another five coins for me. I will definitely be able to survive ten seconds."
"Okay!" Leon stood up straight, immediately took out his mobile phone and made a bet. Anyway, he can get nine thousand coins if he dies, so he is not afraid of defaulting on his debt.
At this time, the door leading to the playing field opened, and the noise from outside rushed in.
Brother Kun shouted his name with his tablet: "Skinny guy, fat guy, little oil drum, come on!"
So the bamboo pole, the two-meter-high bucket and the mailbox went out. As soon as they went out, the screams outside became even more harsh and noisy, and the sound waves formed could give people a headache.
Xining walked to the door and peeked out secretly.
On the circular playing field, a warrior was already standing there. He was as tall as a "fat man" with a body as big as a two-meter bucket, almost like a tank. What's interesting is that this samurai was not that tall originally, so his head looked very small when it was mounted on such a big machine.
The "skinny man" suddenly folded his waist back, then raised a thin leg like a grasshopper, put it on his shoulder, and performed soft body skills.
The "Fat Man" was like a sumo wrestler, stepping on the ground with his elephant legs to the left and right, making the ground tremble and making a heavy thumping sound.
The "little oil drum" retracted its head and feet into its body, rolling and jumping around on the field, like a fully inflated rubber ball.
The three sparring partners all tried their best to show off their power on the court, jumping up and down to express themselves. Originally, they were there to entertain the public and make the audience as happy and dedicated as possible.
Leon walked up to her and said loudly: "After you go on stage, you should try your best to perform as much as possible. Even if the audience throws bottles at you, it is still a success. The better you are at performing, the less likely you are to die." "It was too noisy outside at this time, so I had to speak loudly.
Damn it, is this for a performance or a martial arts contest?
The samurai suddenly showed a hand, which had turned into a huge gear, turning constantly and making a "wuwuwu" sound. He raised the gear high with a proud grin on his face.
The audience suddenly became energetic and shouted more and more vigorously. Most of them were sweating and shouted: "Saw them open and kill them..."
"Dududu~" a prompt sounded in the venue, covering up the roar of the audience.
When the last beep ends and a "beep" sound is heard, the game begins. The samurai immediately rushed forward and swiped the sawtooth, which was fully one meter in diameter, towards the three sparring partners.
"Little Oil Drum" avoided it with one bounce.
The "skinny man" quickly twisted his body, which was as thin as firewood but extremely flexible, like a "Matrix" dodging bullets. The constantly rotating gears passed him less than ten centimeters above his waist.
The "Fat Man" is at a bit of a disadvantage. He is a powerful person and his body is not very flexible. So he grabbed a steel bar nearby and hit the samurai.
"Woo, bang, bang, bang..." The gear hit the steel bar, and the high temperature generated by friction suddenly caused sparks to fly.
The spectators crowded around were shouting crazily, as if venting all the unhappiness in their hearts.
Obviously, the metal used for the gears was much better than the steel bars. After just two seconds, the steel bars were sawed off, and the "fat man" quickly ran away.
As he ran away, the gears behind him kept spinning and whittling at him.
"Come on, come on, Chainsaw Demon King..." the audience kept shouting, looking forward to seeing the gears sawing one of the people in half, sawing into two pieces, sawing into several sections...
"Chainsaw Demon King?" Xining named him with a look of contempt on his face. Well, it's better than the names "fat" and "skinny".
"Come on, what's that, come here!" Brother Kun shouted from behind.
Xining walked over, nodded politely and bowed: "Brother Kun, what's the matter?"
The sound inside is slightly better, but it's too noisy outside. Brother Kun said: "I want to give you a name. What do you plan to call it?"
Brother Kun looked up and down, and found that the thickness of his arms was slightly abnormal, but the rest was no different from ordinary people: "Black rose, you are not black. White peony? You are not noble either."
Xining blinked: "How about calling her Sailor Moon?"
"Sailor Moon..." Brother Kun actually nodded: "This name is not bad. Do you have time to put on makeup? Go put on heavy makeup and become a beauty."
Uh...
Even if she could come up with this name, she still didn't want to destroy anyone on behalf of the moon.
Leo, who was standing nearby, suggested: "How about calling me the girl next door?"
"The girl next door..." Brother Kun agreed: "I'll just use this name for the time being. We'll see if we can survive today."
What what? What does it mean to survive today?
At this time, there was a strange scream outside, so everyone hurried to the door to see.
The "Chainsaw Demon" chases and kills everyone he sees, sometimes following the "Fat Man", sometimes following the "Skinny Man" and the "Little Oil Barrel".
Huge gears were flying everywhere, and the wooden boxes, furniture, etc. that were still piled up on the field were split into two pieces wherever the saw teeth touched.
The "Fat Man" finally caught up, and amid the screams of the audience, the sawtooth saw on the "Fat Man".
(End of chapter)