Wait a minute, if there are even robots, then it's not impossible that they'd be wearing highly defensive mechanical armor.

If that's the case, why are they even hesitant to use explosives?

The young girl felt her imagination was about to run wild; if she kept thinking about it, she might impulsively step forward and dissect the old man to take a look.

“I’m very interested in your fight,” the beautiful woman said to herself. It didn’t seem to be looking for Cheng Shuang’s reply. Her voice had a dull and wooden quality, which, combined with her pretty face, could be described as an endearing contrast. Of course, all of this was on the premise that she kept quiet. “But I’m more interested in when you can be killed. I hope you can protect your body when you die. For that, I can sponsor you.”

Cheng Shuang remained unmoved, but Du Lanshan was furious. He stepped closer and spat, "Who needs your help? You coward, you're overthinking it. If you really want to eat, come here, Grandpa will give you some. Do you dare?"

The beautiful lady remained calm, not even glancing at the jumping-up Du Lanshan. She stared intently at Cheng Shuang and said, word by word, "With my support, you can get more information about the fights and have priority in choosing the venue and background. Knowing these things in advance will increase your chances of survival, and you can fight as many matches as you want."

What's your decision?

It asked Cheng Shuang.

Liao Yuewei grabbed Du Lanshan, who was about to start cursing, shook her head at him, and indicated that she should listen to Cheng Shuang.

Du Lanshan wasn't just acting impulsively; he just wanted to try using verbal attacks to provoke the coward.

Unfortunately, the other party clearly wasn't taking the bait, so his box of explosives was rendered useless. Sigh, whether it would kill or not, he had to find a chance to try.