Smash All Pots and Pans To Go to School

Massacre Day, 8 p.m.

The auditorium of the largest arena on the third basement floor was already full of spectators, and there were several people, both male and female, sitting in the VIP box at the top.

"How about the person that Death is facing today?"

"The new L3 is probably not strong enough."

"If there is a **** of death, there is something to watch." The man closest to the window looked at the woman at the opposite table, "Li Que, did your brother's mecha get a makeover some time ago?"

The woman held a slender cigarette, then stretched out her index finger and **** to hold the cigarette, and exhaled a smoke ring: "All the internal joint parts of the mecha are replaced by S-class. At present, no one below the standings can beat my brother."

"A-level can use S-level things, and Avre has some skills." The man near the box door said incredulously.

There is still an hour before the game, but the audience below is already excited, because the **** of death has come out and signed autographs for the audience below.

"Death! Death!"

The fans behind shouted hoarsely, desperately holding up the banners in their hands.

The three underground floors of the black factory are extremely profitable every year for tickets and video streams. No matter where they are, there are very few people who can fly combat mechas. Most people have low perception and can only use ornamental mechas for the rest of their lives. These people project their wishes to the players they like, and they are very happy to spend money on them. In recent years, there has been a growing trend of cultivation.

The violent style of death is very popular in the mainstream. The more you can't get it, the more depressed you will be, the more you want to release it. It is not surprising that the audience is so crazy.

"Why hasn't the opponent come out yet?"

"Maybe I'm scared out of my wits and give up the game."

"Abstain from the game on the day of the massacre, then this player will be kicked out of the black factory, and all points will be cleared."

"It's not like there were no players doing this before, who wants to meet the **** of death."

...

In previous years, on Slaughter Day, the contestants would come out an hour earlier to give the audience time to contact them, but no one came out at all, and the audience had to make all kinds of guesses.

Wei San, who was 'scared', was still sleeping at the moment. After watching the video of her opponent's game for a day, she couldn't bear to lie down, so she set the alarm clock and woke up at 8:40.

She stepped on the past, and the audience had tacitly bowed their heads to life and abstained, waiting for the organizer to pick someone to compete again. As a result, at 8:50, Wei San walked in from the track entrance.

"It's actually here?"

"I just watched a few videos of her, and I heard that she has a nickname, a demolition freak."

"What's the meaning?"

"Every game likes to dismantle other people's mechas, it seems a bit capable."

The audience's curiosity about bowing to life reached the extreme, and they all shouted: "Competition! Competition!"

Wei San stood at the entrance of the track, looked at the mecha already standing on the stage, moved his wrist, and then released the mecha into the cabin and slowly walked towards the ring.

The **** of death faced Wei San, raised his hand and forced his neck to cut his throat.

The audience saw the action of the **** of death through the real-time projection of the light curtain, and immediately shouted excitedly on it, and some even shouted loudly: "Death! Death! Death!!!"

It seems that he can't wait to watch Xiang life bow his head and die in the ring.

Wei San was not affected at all, checked all the performance of his mecha, and waited for the referee to say start.

At nine o'clock, the game started on time.

In that second, the **** of death approached Wei San at an extremely fast speed, grabbing his arms directly towards her neck, obviously not giving her a chance to quit the game.

In the mecha cabin, Wei San's hand speed on the control panel also soared to the extreme, but the mecha was still a beat slower. Although he escaped the fatal attack of the **** of death, his left shoulder was caught and he couldn't move back. Her right hand machete immediately slashed towards Death's arm, but the other party grabbed her shoulder with one hand and threw her directly to the ground.

Wei San took advantage of the strength to kneel on one knee, she was stunned for a moment, the **** of death had approached again, pulled out the eight-edged hammer and smashed her head.

"boom--"

The eight-edged hammer smashed into the arena ground, and a pit was suddenly dented.

Wei San dodged, she opened the distance between the two, and her hand speed did not slow down from the beginning, frowning and looking at the opposite mecha through the mecha window.

The parameter is wrong.

From the very beginning, the speed of the Reaper was not as fast as a heavy mecha. Wei San watched his previous game one day today, and the speed of the Reaper could only be said to be ok. If the mecha is modified, after the speed is increased, the strength will be weakened, and whether the **** of death is holding her shoulders and falling to the ground, or the strength of the eight-edged hammer is completely in line with the strength of ordinary heavy mechas.

After a few misses, the **** of death became more violent, and the attack strength became heavier each time, and there was no intention to keep his hand at all.

Inside the vip box.

"As expected of Avre, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to match the modified mecha." The man looked at the woman watching the game at the table, "Congratulations."

Some time ago, Avre was taken under the command of a woman.

"After the game, let him play with you." The woman looked down at her hand on the table, "Come here, I can also ask Avre to help you."

The man refused: "I'm fine now too."

"As you like." Li Que sneered and looked down at the arena match.

There were a few more knife marks on Death's body, and even half of her face was slashed by Wei San with a machete, and the price was that one of her arms was ripped off by him.

The **** of death threw the torn arm on the ground, roared wildly, and turned on the ion cannon to aim at the arm, and it was smashed.

This provocative and time-wasting behavior made the audience excited, desperately shouting to Wei San in the ring: "Die! Death!"

After losing the arm of the mecha, Wei San immediately adjusted. She didn't know what changes the opponent's mecha had made. The feeling of being suppressed in the battle became stronger and stronger. It was not the strength, but the mecha problem.

Wei San has always been accustomed to being suppressed by mobile phone armor, especially the black factory's armor is patched and transformed with various miscellaneous parts, except for the quality of the pair of double-chain machetes, the overall should belong to the middle and lower level.

But now assuming that she replaces the blood drop, she may not be able to win the death quickly.

His mech...

Better than blood drop?

Not necessarily, the blood drop is already a top-level A-level mecha, and the data is coordinated and balanced so that Wei San can't move any hands or feet.

Wei San used a single machete to turn into a round shield to resist the cannonball attack of the **** of death.

This move left the audience stunned.

"That's okay too?"

"It's a bit of a skill to bow to life, to be able to do so many tricks in death."

"Her mecha is too bad, otherwise she still has the strength to fight."

The **** of death kept approaching, seized Wei San's stunned moment, and the eight-edged hammer smashed directly on the chest of her mecha.

Wei San and the mecha fell to the ground.

"It's over, it's over, this one is really going to lose his head when he bows his head to life."

As we all know, Death's favorite trick is to tear off the head of the phone armor.

Wei San fell to the ground, ignoring the pain, and the **** of death waved the eight-edged hammer again, this time aiming at the mecha cabin.

He wants to put her to death.

Wei San controlled the mecha, kicked the eight-edged hammer with his legs, and the **** of death roared and slammed his fists.

He stared at the position of the mecha cabin and attacked. Wei San spit out a mouthful of congested blood, and the **** of death directly picked her up and fell to the ground with the mecha.

"Fuck!"

Wei San was hit with real fire, without even wiping the blood on his mouth, he directly controlled the mecha to stand up and kicked his head.

Death was kicked, and after a second pause, Wei San grabbed his neck with one hand and also gave him a back fall.

She was also pulled by the **** of death and fell together, and the opponent's ion cannon was already aimed at her mecha cabin.

Wei San controlled the single arm of the mecha expressionlessly, and removed his ion cannon at an angle and speed that the audience could not see.

The **** of death came from a big age. Before the game, he didn't even understand Xiang life and bowed his head. He didn't even know what type of mecha she was.

Wei San didn't give him a chance to catch his breath at all, and punched Death on the head.

Damn, the mecha is amazing! Beat her? Also ruined an arm, **** it, and cost money again.

Wei San became angrier the more he thought about it, and smashed his arm with full force.

"...the **** of death's head seems to be flattened."

Some audience members murmured.

Inside the box.

"Next time, maybe ask Avre to reinforce the head of your brother's mecha, so as not to be smashed by a few punches." The man by the door said 'kindly'.

Li Que's face was black: "I don't need you to care."

...

Wei San hit a few times with all his strength, and found that his remaining arm was about to cripple, so he stopped and started to dismantle his mecha with his nearly crumbling hand.

The hands and feet are removed to expose the joints inside.

Wei San squinted at the pale golden joints. She has never seen joints made of this material, so is this mecha doing something here?

After understanding, Wei San got up, smashed the Death God mecha cabin with the last punch, took the comatose out directly, and left the ring.

The last arm was completely useless. It cracked from the arm, and the fingers and the tools hidden in the palm were all shattered.

Seeing that the referee hadn't awarded the win yet, Wei San thought about stretching his legs and kicking the Death God mecha off the ring.

"hiss--"

Many people in the audience took a breath, this provocative action.

But... the **** of death fainted on the stage, and it seems that it doesn't matter how arrogant people are.

At this time, the referee finally came back to his senses: "Congratulations to the PK victory by bowing your head to life, and the reward of 5 million stars on the day of the massacre!"

When Wei San heard the news, he suddenly became energetic, and the massacre day seemed to be not bad.

At the same time, she received the reward share of the previous bet on her brain.

... There was someone else who pressed her?

"Bow your head to life, do you have anything to say?" The referee immediately rushed over to ask Wei San when he saw Wei San came out of the mecha cabin.

Wei San glanced at the audience, lowered his head and said to the microphone held by the referee: "Destroy my mecha, die."

"Huh." The only male audience member in the audience who voted for Wei San, put his face in his hands, "She's so handsome when she's not playing tricks."

Seeing his pretentious attitude, the friend next to him wanted to vomit the meal overnight.

"Snapped--"

In the box, Li Que clapped his hands on the table and his eyes were cold: "Bow your head to life... I remember it."

"Li Que, what happened in the black factory will be resolved in the black factory." The man by the door reminded.

There have been incidents of players seeking revenge outside, and the impact is bad. Now the black factory has strictly prohibited such behavior, otherwise the black factory will pursue and kill.

"In the black factory, she always has to compete." After that, Li Que waved her sleeves away.

As soon as Wei San walked out of the track, she leaned against the wall and spit out another mouthful of blood. She raised her hand to wipe it clean.

The black factory mecha was completely destroyed. When she put it away just now, she glanced at it, and the engine was probably burned out.

However, the rewards of the game and the share of bets, she looked at it, and it was good enough to make a new mecha herself.

Wei San thought of this and felt that today's game was not a loss.