Chapter 434 Iron Female Warrior 31
I thought about how my arms were originally one thick and one thin. Later, when part of my right arm was amputated, the length was just right. If I cut it off again, wouldn’t it make it one longer and one short again?
Xining could only nod: "Okay, try your best."
Even if the medical loan is not repaid, the money is not enough to buy a customized model. It seems that we still need to find a way. How about not going to the junkyard?
Leo came over and slapped her on the shoulder: "Why didn't you ask me to go to the chainsaw's birthday cake yesterday?"
He almost slapped Xining down, covering his shoulders and grinning: "Don't you stay here every day?"
Leo eats, drinks and sleeps in the competition venue 24 hours a day. Who knows if he can or wants to go out.
Leo pursed his lips: "I haven't eaten cream cake in a long time."
Xining smiled bitterly: "Okay, I'll go out and buy it for you immediately."
"That's not a birthday cake!"
She was really drunk, a big man, and made trouble with her to eat cream cake.
Xining quickly said that the orphanage would have a birthday cake every month in the future for the birthdays of the children who had birthdays in that month or who came to the orphanage, and promised to let Leo go with him. Then Leo left happily.
Just after Leo left, Miyamoto arrived.
Miyamoto probably hasn't played yet, why is he coming from the Samurai backstage?
Miyamoto walked up to her and looked at her broken arm: "Has it been cut off again?"
"When was it not cut off?" She asked directly: "Do you have a problem with me?"
Miyamoto was silent for a while before speaking: "Actually, my original name is not Miyamoto. It was for work. If you don't like this name, I can change it."
Although Miyamoto had made up with narrow eyes and had her cheekbones raised with powder, how could she have a high nose and fair skin? How could she have any Asian ancestry? It is normal that her original name is not Miyamoto, and her original name is not Sailor Moon.
Xining blinked. He was a monk two feet tall and couldn't figure it out. What do you mean...
Miyamoto said after a while: "I'm going to go on stage."
When I was leaving, I ran into Leo: "Did you see Crazy Knife? He didn't come today."
"I didn't see it. He should be more backstage at the Samurai now." Leo responded.
"Hey!" The mechanical assistant uncle shouted to her and winked: "I'm interested in you."
Uh... Xining was a little embarrassed. It seemed like that was the case. In this world, the only place where the real name could be confirmed was either in the identity file or on the marriage certificate. Tell her that she didn't originally mean this name, but it's actually very interesting.
The mechanical assistant uncle didn't know when he stopped what he was doing. Seeing that she understood, he didn't say much and continued to beat her chopped off arm.
What the hell is this? She is here to do a mission, not to attract bees and butterflies.
Mo Ming: "It's good to know, what did you do with the mission? I asked you to be a warrior, but you went to the orphanage to show your love. You should have caught the murderer of the body owner, but you ended up getting a lot of Friends.”
Xining rolled his eyes: "I'm not working hard. I have many friends and it's easy to do things. At least I don't have to spend money on food and accommodation now. I'm working hard to make money to buy a body. In three or four years, I can buy a customized body, or in a year Then buy a body that can withstand being chopped, and you can become a female warrior.”
Mo Ming: "What about the murderer? By the time you collect enough money to catch him, he will probably die of old age."
Xining: "No, people in this world live very long." Mo Ming...
Well, last time I was too positive and ended up saying the task was completed before the time came. Anyway, there is no time limit this time. I just want to stay in this world for a while. I don’t know what to do with the next mission.
Mo Ming: "If something happens to the murderer and he dies, you will die too!"
Xining: "I know, but he is up there. What can I do? Do you have any?"
Mo Ming seemed to be reluctant: "Okay, let me tell you a way to make money faster. By stealing and selling parts, you can earn enough money to replace your body in one year. Anyway, you have nothing to do after get off work at night, so you can work part-time."
Gungungun, sister is aboveboard and will not do such illegal and morally damaging things.
Mo Ming: "You have no soul when you die, and you have no moral character."
Xining rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention.
At this time, I heard Leo and Brother Kun talking: "Brother Kun, something happened to Crazy Blade. I called just now and his wife said that he was attacked last night and was hospitalized with a concussion."
"It's not an injury sustained on the field. It's none of my business. If you want to see him after get off work, go by yourself." Brother Kun finally knew and turned around to do other things.
So cold and heartless, Xining curled his lips. But it makes sense. According to the labor laws of this world, an accident on the way home from get off work is not considered a work-related injury. Once you leave the workplace, it has nothing to do with the employer.
There was a commotion outside, and the samurai competition began.
Anyway, it would take some time for the arm to be beaten to smooth out the severed edge, so Xining went to the door to watch the Samurai game with a broken arm.
This tournament is a mixed tournament held once a month, with all players taking part regardless of ranking. The purpose is to give all the warriors currently on the playing field a chance to learn from each other. In two months, after the rankings are down, it will be time for the top five warriors to compete with each other for the annual championship. Those who win the championship can go to Tiancheng to compete with the samurai in Tiancheng, which is equivalent to immigrating there. If you save enough money, you can retire directly in Tiancheng and live comfortably without being a samurai anymore.
There are nearly thirty people on the field now, twenty of whom were originally present in the field, and a dozen who came from various professions, most of them as mercenaries.
The temptation to go to Tiancheng is too great. There is still a chance to join at this time. As long as you have enough strength and stand out in this mixed competition, you can sign a contract with the competition venue and become a professional samurai.
There are more than thirty people, including speed types, power types, mixed types, and even two beauty types mixed in.
During the competition, beauties who tore off their clothes and were not considered samurai at all appeared on the stage, making the audience even more interested. But the samurai dismissed it. This game was about future and ranking, and just tearing off clothes was not enough.
When the final beep of "Beep beep beep beep!" was heard, more than thirty people began to fight in a melee.
A beautiful female warrior suddenly swung the steel whip in her hand and whipped the warrior who was coming towards her with her face covered.
Darling, the five-meter-long steel whip is covered with thorns like thorns, and the tips are shiny.
This powerful warrior did not dodge without hesitation. The steel whip hit his face, flying up with a piece of flesh and blood, and even a piece of his lip was lifted away, revealing his white teeth!
How miserable... Several female audience members screamed and covered their eyes.
But this female warrior didn't dare to take it lightly. After one of them was eliminated, another one came from behind. This one was of the speed type. She lashed out with a whip, and the opponent dodged the attack while the whip shook like ocean waves. He then pounced with spikes in both hands.
With a sound of "~", the spikes collided with the handle of the steel whip. The female warrior raised her kick, but before she could kick it, the opponent did a backflip and jumped three meters away.
The female warrior shook her hand and swung the whip at the opponent. The iron caltrops on the steel whip suddenly protruded and separated from the whip body, flying in all directions like bullets.
(End of chapter)