The performance of ML500 shocked everyone.
Audiences who can spend more than 100 yuan to buy a ticket to watch the game are all robot enthusiasts. They have more or less some knowledge of mechanical knowledge and can judge the combat effectiveness of a robot just by looking at its appearance.
Therefore, before the competition started, many people were not optimistic about ML500.
Someone else took a few photos of the ML500 and posted them on Weibo, captioning: "Is this robot really not just for fun? I bet it won't last ten seconds on the stage! Chinese mechanical skills are so poor! This robot was made by Zhuang Hong, can you believe it? Zhuang Hong is a big shot in the domestic machinery manufacturing industry, I'm so ashamed for him! When it comes to mechanical manufacturing, foreigners are the experts after all."
Netizens who watched the live broadcast of the match gave this person thumbs up. No one thought the ML500 had a chance of winning. From the outside, it was full of flaws and was basically a losing cause.
However, less than ten minutes into the game, all the robots were massacred by ML500.
The viewer who posted on Weibo: “…”
Those who swore that ML500 was doomed to fail: "..."
Their faces were swollen.
Zhuang Qingfeng stood up with a thud, staring in disbelief at the ML500 still moving around the arena. It was lifting robot after robot and flinging them across the arena. A robot, seizing a chance to charge at it, was kicked back.
It can jump to a height of five or six meters, lift a weight of sixty or seventy kilograms, maintain balance, run fast, analyze the battlefield situation and make perfect responses.
If it were enlarged and made the same height as a human, its performance would be improved accordingly. It might be able to jump to a height of more than ten meters, lift hundreds of kilograms, and run faster...
If it is used on the battlefield and formed into a legion, then this legion will be invincible and victorious.
It will completely rewrite the pattern of future warfare. Countries that fail to master this technology will lose all their existing military advantages.
Although Zhuang Qingfeng was not a genius, he was not as bad as the old man said. He could still understand the basic international forms and technical applications.
He was now unsteady on his feet, his knees shaking, and he could only maintain his balance by holding on to his wife's shoulders. When other spectators stood up to cheer for the ML500, he felt his heart was about to explode.
Shock and excitement brewed within him. He suddenly realized why he had been warned off for inquiring about Zhuang Li's work in the R&D department; why no one dared to discuss the details of the new project within the company; and why the cold-blooded old man had such a special regard for Zhuang Li.
If this technology was brought by Zhuang Li, then he would undoubtedly become the most influential scientist in China.
While other countries were still exploring the fringes of the AI field, Zhuang Li had already brought China into the core of the AI field.
This technology will make Hongtu the most competitive company in the world, and its market share will expand by a hundred or even a thousand times.
Zhuang Qingfeng couldn't imagine how much profit that would bring, or how high Hongtu would reach. Just thinking about it made him dizzy.
"This, this was all done by Zhuang Li?" He fell back into his original position, muttering in disbelief.
Huang Yaping hugged his arm and asked nervously, "Husband, what's wrong with you?"
Audience members with a long-term vision, like Zhuang Qingfeng, clearly understood the significance of this robot's arrival. From this point forward, the arms race has entered a new realm, with armies of robots set to become the primary force on future battlefields.
It is obvious that China has taken the lead in the world.
This magical little tank did not win a robot competition, but a battle on the international battlefield.
After seeing the performance of the Little Tank, all countries will have to think twice before provoking China.
The audience went wild. They stood up and cheered for ML500 at the top of their lungs. Duke and Sun Baixi stood on chairs, holding high a banner that read "Zhuang Shao Must Win," their faces brimming with pride.
ML500 is not fighting for competition, but for China's prestige.
The players outside the cage, controlling the robots, went crazy too. They waved their fists and shouted, "Come on, ML! Come on! You're amazing! You're the king!"
They were completely unable to resist the allure of the ML500. This robot's appearance was identical to the Gundam from the anime. Its slender build, agile posture, and handsome appearance gave it the potential to become an idol.
This game is no longer a competition, but a personal performance of ML500.
The host rushed to Zhuang Hong, eager to put the microphone in his mouth: "Excuse me, Mr. Zhuang, who invented this robot?"
Zhuang Hong quickly pulled his grandson over and proudly announced, "This robot was invented by my grandson, Zhuang Li. From the chip, to the energy source, to the various hardware and software, and mechanical structures, everything was independently developed by my grandson."
The host asked doubtfully, "Isn't your grandson Zhuang Shimiao?"
The Zhuang family has never publicly acknowledged Zhuang Li's identity, so the outside world is still unaware of this old news of the wrong child being taken away.
Zhuang Hong gently patted Zhuang Li's shoulder and said carefully, "Zhuang Shimiao is just an adopted child of the Zhuang family. My grandson Zhuang Li is the heir to the Zhuang family. I have amended my will to leave all the Zhuang family's property to my grandson Zhuang Li."
The whole audience was in an uproar when these words were spoken. However, no one thought Zhuang Hong's decision was abrupt.
If Zhuang Hong didn't leave Hongtu to Zhuang Li, he'd be completely out of his mind. If Zhuang Li left the Zhuang family with his own technology, he could easily build a more powerful company, and by then, Hongtu would be left without a job.
Standing nearby, Zhuang Shimiao was deeply shocked by the old man's words, and his resolve to help Dr. Eysenck was resolute. He felt like a clown, having spent so much time fighting for something, only to find that what he wanted had already been given to Zhuang Li by the old man.
Does birth really determine everything? No, I don't believe that! I don't believe in fate!
Thinking of this, Zhuang Shimiao walked to the edge of the arena, pressed his hands on the barbed wire, and smiled sinisterly.
Zhuang Qingfeng wasn't surprised by the change in the will. An hour ago, he would have been furious and had a huge argument with the old man. But now, he just covered his face and shook his head wearily.
Zhuang Li's excellence left him far behind, yet also made him secretly proud.
He also knew full well that if he got into a dispute with Zhuang Li over the Zhuang family's assets, no one would side with him. Hongtu's shareholders would be the first to oppose him. If the matter became serious and affected Zhuang Li's research, even the government would intervene.
So what's there to fight for? No one can shake Zhuang Li's position now. Thinking of this, Zhuang Qingfeng wiped away the resentment on his face, stood up and waved to Zhuang Li.
"Let's go and see Shi Miao. He seems very depressed." Zhuang Qingfeng patted his wife's shoulder.
"Okay. I really didn't expect Zhuang Li to be able to develop such an advanced robot. I don't know anything about him." Huang Yaping murmured anxiously.
For the first time, she realized how much she had neglected her son, and the emptiness she felt at the prospect of losing something filled her with anxiety.
Inside the venue, the host handed the microphone to Zhuang Li and asked, "Mr. Zhuang, could you please introduce the performance of ML500?"
Zhuang Li took out a walkie-talkie and said, "Let me show you directly."
"Of course! You're welcome!" The host looked at the venue with anticipation.
Zhuang Li turned on the intercom and ordered, "Xiao Wu, stop the attack."
ML500 immediately stopped attacking. It actually understood the command.
"Xiaowu, all the robots in the arena are your comrades now. What should you do?" Zhuang Li asked a question, not a command. This was a real test of the robot's intelligence.
The bustling scene suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was eagerly awaiting the ML500's performance. Could it understand? What choice would it make?
Even the contestants competing with Zhuang Li put down their remote controls and let their robots stay where they were.
They are all waiting too.
ML500 glanced around, as if considering something. Then it moved toward the robots lying crooked and tangled outside the arena. One by one, it carried them into the arena, arranged them neatly, and then picked up the parts on the ground and used its nimble fingers to repair and reassemble them.
It can even turn on its lasers and weld a robot that's been split in two.
When some robots caught fire, they stretched out their arms and sprayed Halon from their palms to extinguish the fire.
Even robots that were completely blown to pieces would be reassembled part by part, barely forming a frame.
Its intelligence is beyond anyone's imagination. It can be a soldier, a mechanic, a repairman, a firefighter, a paramedic. It can do anything.
At the same time, Zhuang Li explained, "Xiao Wu can take on the most dangerous jobs in the world, such as firefighting, earthquake rescue, cleaning up nuclear power plant debris, repairing nuclear leaks, etc."
The host gasped repeatedly. He could already imagine how many orders would come to Hongtu from all over the world after this robot went into mass production.
Only robots like Xiaowu can put out the forest fires that have been burning in Country A for months. Only Xiaowu can repair the cracks in Country R's nuclear power plant. After the earthquake, only Xiaowu can rush to the epicenter to provide rescue services...
The birth of Xiaowu will benefit every human being.
"Is it controllable?" This was the host's only concern.
"Robots without self-awareness are controllable and they obey the instructions of the program completely. If I can create a robot with self-awareness, I will no longer be a human being, but a god." Zhuang Li made a little joke.
The entire audience was amused by him, except for 7480 who shuddered violently.
It knew the host wasn't kidding. This demon was secretly researching technology to upload human brains to chips. Wouldn't this allow robots to develop self-awareness?
Perhaps this is how I was born by the Lord God? The more 7480 thought about it, the more scared he became. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the host had the potential to become the second Lord God.
No wonder the Great Devil knows the Lord so well! All perverts have the same brain circuits!
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Xiao Wu repaired all the robots and put them neatly together. Finally, he raised his hand to signal Zhuang Li.
Zhuang Li picked up the intercom and said, "Xiao Wu, you performed very well. The battle is over, you can come back."
Xiao Wu changed back into the appearance of a small tank with a click, and drove slowly towards the exit. When he approached Zhuang Li, he honked the horn to salute.
It made two beeping sounds, which made everyone in the audience laugh.
The host clapped wildly and was so excited that he was incoherent: "Xiaowu is so cute! Is it for sale? Is it for sale? I want to buy it!"
The other contestants also gathered around and enthusiastically expressed their love for Xiaowu.
The audience kept shouting Xiaowu's name, their faces filled with admiration. Those who didn't know what was going on might have thought it was a concert of some famous star.
At the same time, video clips of Xiaowu participating in the competition began to spread wildly on the Internet. He leaped high into the air with agility; he raised his laser sword with ruthlessness; he swept across the field with courage; he rescued the robots with kindness...
Its intelligence and superior performance shocked the world.
Hongtu's stock price rose...
But all this revelry had nothing to do with Zhuang Shimiao. As a loser, he was embraced by Zhuang Qingfeng and Huang Yaping, gently caressed and comforted. But he felt no warmth at all.
His heart had completely sunk into darkness.
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