The saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle."

Bang!

A barrage of hammer blows slammed down, making the arena tremble precariously. Two mechs were battling it out on the field. One of them had its arm converted into a hammer, making good use of brute force; it was a power-type mech.

It is small and exquisite, with patterns embroidered on its shell, making it look like a female mecha.

It's a flexible mech, but it lacks offensive weapons and relies solely on a whip, so it might not be able to defeat its opponents.

The mech wielding the giant hammer completely abandoned everything else. It had no defense or agility; it was just a heavy, sluggish machine with a single wheel underneath. It only knew how to attack, attack, attack, completely disregarding its own safety.

While this might win the game, it causes significant damage to the mechs, rendering them unusable within a few years.

Competing to win means losing sight of your original intention.

Fang Rong would never do something that harms others and benefits no one.

He came to the competition for the money, and he would use the money to upgrade his mechs. He would rather die than do anything that would damage the mechs.

You can tell how much he cherishes this mecha from the fact that he gave up his job for it.

The battle on the field reached a fever pitch, and both sides began to unleash their trump cards. The small mech leaped high into the air, and the whip in its hand changed in a series of movements, with barbs protruding from its rounded surface and spinning around.

With a sharp crack, the whip lashed out, a brutal blow that ripped off the entire sheet of metal.

Unexpectedly, this was actually a conspiracy by the giant hammer mech, which abandoned the defense of a certain place and directly blasted the small mech away.

According to the competition rules, the team that advances loses.

It seems that none of the people here are simple; they have a whole series of schemes up their sleeves. Most people would assume that the owner of such a big, clumsy mecha is also stupid, but it turns out that he is quite clever and knows how to win through cunning.

However, the mecha was badly damaged. Although it wasn't anything good, his mecha was tattered and covered in patches, wrapped in sheet metal.

If you encounter a mech like Fang Rong that can control its surroundings, just remove the patch and the match is over.

No, actually, just throwing his mech out would be enough to win.

However, this would make the outcome too predictable and would draw criticism.

Moreover, his mech is so bulky that it's impossible to throw it.

Fang Rong chose a small mecha. A thousand yuan is not a small amount, so caution is still necessary.

He chose an offensive mech, holding a tool resembling a chainsaw, which whirred and spun, its sharp points looking quite terrifying.

As expected, appearances can be deceiving. He originally thought this guy would be weaker, but the tools he used were terrifying.

It seems no one should be underestimated!

Fang Rong drew his weapon, a Mo Dao, which was like a sword, but thinner and longer, shorter than a spear, and had no flexibility; it was perfectly straight.

Bang!

The two clashed immediately, and the chainsaw got stuck in his longsword, cutting a small gash on the edge of the sword, which broke Fang Rong's heart.

This is only the third time I've used it.

It was used to chop snakes the first time, roast snakes the second time, and only the third time left a scar.

His chainsaw was too sharp to be used in direct combat.

Fang Rong adopted a hit-and-run style of attack, which is the kind of fighting style where he usually runs away and only strikes when he sees an opportunity. He was despised by the audience because it was too shameless.

However, this wasn't the first time for him. The more setbacks you experience, the more indifferent you become. Things that you used to find shameful and embarrassing can now be talked about in a joking tone because you've improved and are no longer the timid and cowardly person you once were.

"Kill him!"

Tear him apart!

"coward!"

Fang Rong raised an eyebrow, unmoved. He was considering the chances of taking down the chainsaw.

It seems unlikely, because it's attached to the arm, unless the entire arm is removed.

That's almost impossible, because the equipment for the mechs is quite difficult to assemble. They never expose their vulnerable parts; the wires and other equipment are hidden underneath the mechs, and it's impossible to squeeze them in all at once.

"Warning! Warning! Your energy is low!"

Fang Rong glanced at the display screen. Oh no, she forgot to charge it this morning.

Having only one solar energy box is inconvenient, and it can only be used in sunny places. If you want to charge it, it absorbs a lot of electricity, and it doesn't fully charge and wastes a lot of electricity. Last month, I used it three times and the electricity bill was over a thousand yuan.

"He's done for, kill him!"

"Glen is invincible! Glen is invincible!"

"Take him down in one go!"

The crowd below erupted in cheers, seemingly reaching a climax and suggesting it was time to end.

Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief; it could finally be over.

The chainsaw hissed, and the man, seemingly deciding it was time to end things, walked towards him step by step.

Fang Rong took a step back to steady herself.

Bang!

The chainsaw and the longsword collided again, the force of which caused Fang Rong's mecha to tremble slightly before finally shattering with a bang and scattering in all directions.

Fang Rong was also completely exposed and placed in danger.

"Kneel down and beg me now, and I'll let you go."

"No." Fang Rong's lips curled into a wicked smile. "If you kneel down and beg me now, I might let you go."

"How arrogant!" Just as the man was about to kill Fang Rong, he suddenly stopped, the surroundings fell silent, and a huge shadow loomed over him from behind.

Fang Rong's mecha, despite having no power, managed to assemble and launch an attack on him, sneaking up from behind and snapping off his arm with the chainsaw.

The whole thing was thrown out.

Without that arm, the mecha was practically useless. He picked it up by the waist and threw it out with it.

Fang Rong stretched out his arm, and a hundred pieces of paper spread out and fit seamlessly onto his body, completely wrapping him up.

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