The day of the massacre, 8pm.

The audience seats at the largest arena on the third floor of the basement were already full of spectators, and there were several people sitting in the VIP box at the highest point, both men and women.

"How was the opponent that the Grim Reaper faced today?"

"The new L3, I guess he doesn't have much strength."

"It's interesting to see the Grim Reaper here." The man closest to the window looked at the woman at the opposite table, "Lie Que, did your brother's mecha get modified some time ago?"

The woman held a long thin cigarette in her mouth, then stretched out her index and middle fingers to pinch the cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring: "All the joint parts inside the mecha were replaced with S-level. Currently, no one below the points list can defeat my brother."

"A-level can use S-level things, Aful is quite capable." The man near the box door said meaningfully.

There was still an hour left before the game, but the audience was already very excited because the Grim Reaper had come out and signed autographs for the audience.

"Grim Reaper! Grim Reaper!"

The fans behind him shouted at the top of their lungs, desperately raising the banners in their hands.

The underground third floor of the black factory makes a lot of money every year from ticket and video revenue. People who can drive combat mechas are a minority no matter where they are. Most people have low perception and can only use spectator mechas for the rest of their lives. These people project their wishes onto their favorite players and are very happy to spend money on them. In recent years, a trend of nurturing has emerged.

The violent style of play of the Grim Reaper is very popular among the mainstream. The more they cannot get what they want, the more they are suppressed, and the more they want to release. It is not surprising that the audience is so crazy.

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

"Maybe he is scared and wants to give up the game." "If

you give up the right to play on the killing day, then this player will be kicked out of the black factory and all points will be reset to zero."

"It's not like there were no players who did this before. Who wants to run into the Grim Reaper?"

...

In previous years, on the killing day, the players would come out an hour in advance to give the audience time to contact them. On the other side, no one came out, and the audience had to make all kinds of guesses.

Wei San, who was "terrified", was still sleeping at this moment. After watching the video of her opponent's game all day, she couldn't bear it anymore and lay down. She set the alarm to get up at 8:40.

She walked over on time. The audience had already tacitly bowed to life and gave up their rights, waiting for the organizer to re-select the players to compete. As a result, Wei San walked in from the entrance of the track at 8:50.

"She's here?"

"I just watched a few of her videos and heard that she has a nickname, the dismantling maniac."

"What does that mean?"

"She loves to dismantle other people's mechas in every competition. She seems to have some skills."

The audience's curiosity about Xiang Shenghuo Niutou reached an extreme, and they shouted: "Competition! Competition!"

Wei San stood at the entrance of the track, looking at the mecha that was already on the stage, moving his wrist, and then released the mecha into the cabin, and slowly walked towards the ring.

The Grim Reaper faced Wei San, raised his hand and pulled it hard on his neck, pretending to cut his throat.

The audience saw the Grim Reaper's movements through the real-time projection screen, and immediately cheered excitedly on it, and some even shouted loudly: "Die! Die! Die!!!"

It seems that they can't wait to watch Xiang Shenghuo Niutou die on the ring.

Wei Sansi was not affected at all. She checked all the performance of her mecha and waited for the referee to say start.

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

At that moment, the Grim Reaper approached Wei San at an extremely fast speed, and his arm went straight to her neck, obviously not giving her a chance to withdraw from the game.

Inside 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 she avoided the fatal attack of the Grim Reaper, her left shoulder was grabbed and she could not retreat. She immediately chopped at the arm of the Grim Reaper with her right hand, but the opponent grabbed her shoulder with one hand and threw her directly to the ground.

Wei San knelt on one knee with the force of the force. She was stunned for a moment, and the Grim Reaper had approached again, pulled out the eight-sided hammer, and smashed it on her head.

"Bang--"

The eight-sided hammer hit the ground of the ring, and immediately a pit was made.

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

The parameters are wrong.

From the beginning, the speed of the Death Mecha was too fast to be a heavy mecha. Wei San watched his previous games today, and the speed of the Death Mecha was only okay. If the mecha has been modified and the speed has been increased, the power will inevitably be weakened, and the strength of the Death Mecha, whether it is holding her shoulder and throwing her to the ground, or the eight-sided hammer, is completely in line with, or even exceeds the strength of an ordinary heavy mecha.

After several failures, the Death Mecha became more violent, and the strength of the attack became heavier each time, with no intention of holding back.

In the VIP box.

"It's really worthy of being Aful, I'm afraid it will take some effort for me to fight against the modified mecha." The man looked at the woman watching the game at the table, "Congratulations."

Aful was taken in by the woman some time ago.

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

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

"Whatever you want." Li Que sneered and looked down at the ring game.

Death had several more knife marks on her body, and even half of her face was cut by Wei San's curved knife, and the price was that one of her arms was directly torn off by him.

Death threw the torn arm on the ground, roared wildly, and opened the ion cannon to aim at the arm, smashing it to pieces.

This provocative and time-wasting behavior made the audience excited, and they desperately shouted to Wei San on the stage: "Die! Die!"

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 became stronger and stronger during the battle. It was not the strength, but the problem of the mecha.

Wei San has always been accustomed to being suppressed by the opponent's mecha, especially the black factory mecha, which was assembled and modified with various miscellaneous parts. Except for the quality of this pair of double-chain curved blades, the overall quality should be medium to low.

But now if she changes to the blood drop, it may not be able to quickly defeat the god of death.

His mecha...

is better than the blood drop?

Not necessarily. The Blood Drop was already a top-level A-class mecha, and its various data were so well coordinated and balanced that Wei San couldn't do anything.

Wei San used a single curved blade to turn into a round shield to block the Death God's artillery attack.

This move stunned the audience.

"That's OK?"

"You're quite capable of giving in to life, to survive so many moves from Death."

"Her mech is too bad, otherwise she would still have a fighting chance."

Death kept approaching, and took advantage of Wei San's moment of distraction to smash the eight-sided hammer directly into her mech's chest.

Wei San and the mech fell to the ground with a bang.

"It's over, this one who gave in to life is really going to be headless."

As everyone knows, Death's favorite move is to tear off the opponent's mech's head.

Wei San fell to the ground, ignoring the pain, Death swung the eight-sided hammer again, this time aiming at the mech's cabin.

He wanted to kill her.

Wei San controlled the mech, kicked the eight-sided hammer away with his legs, and Death roared and punched with his fists.

He attacked the position of the mecha pod. Wei San just spat out a mouthful of blood when Death picked her up and threw her to the ground with the mecha.

"Fuck!"

Wei San was so angry that he didn't even wipe the blood from his mouth. He directly controlled the mecha to turn over and kicked him in the head.

Death was kicked and paused for a second. Wei San grabbed his neck with one hand and threw him back.

She was also pulled by Death and fell together. The opponent's ion cannon was aimed at her mecha pod.

Wei San controlled the mecha's single arm expressionlessly and dismantled his ion cannon at an angle and speed that the audience could not see.

Death has always been arrogant. Before the game, he didn't even understand the meaning of bowing to life. He didn't even know what type of mecha she was, let alone that she could dismantle her own weapons on the spot. He was stunned for a while.

Without giving him a chance to breathe, Wei San punched the Death God on the head again and again.

Damn, the mecha is great! Hit her? And broke an arm. Damn, it will cost money again.

Wei San became more and more angry as he thought about it. He smashed his arm with all his strength.

"…The Death God's head seems to be flattened."

A spectator murmured.

In the box.

"Next time, maybe let Aful reinforce the head of your brother's mecha to prevent it from being flattened by a few punches." The man by the door said 'kindly'.

Li Que said with a black face: "You don't need to worry."

...

Wei San hit him with all his strength a few times, and found that his remaining arm was about to be useless, so he simply stopped and started to dismantle his mecha with his almost useless hand.

The hands and feet were dismantled, revealing the joints inside.

Wei San squinted at the pale golden joints. She had never seen joints made of this material before, so was there something wrong with the mecha?

After understanding this, Wei San stood up and smashed the Reaper's mecha cabin with one last punch, dragged the unconscious man out directly, and threw him off the stage.

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

Wei San saw that the referee had not yet ruled the victory, so he thought about it and stretched out his legs to kick the Reaper's mecha off the stage.

"Hiss——"

Many people in the audience gasped at this provocative action.

However... the Reaper fainted on the stage, so it didn't matter if he was arrogant.

At this time, the referee finally came to his senses: "Congratulations to Bow to Life for winning the PK, and the Massacre Day reward is 5 million star coins!"

Wei San heard the news and immediately became energetic. Massacre Day seemed to be doing well.

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

... There is actually someone who suppresses her?

"Bow to Life, do you have anything to say?" The referee saw Wei San coming out of the mecha cabin and immediately rushed over to ask.

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

"Hmm." The only male audience member in the audience who voted for Wei San held his face with both hands, "When she doesn't do anything fancy, she's so handsome."

His friends next to him wanted to vomit the food they had eaten the previous night when they saw his artificial posture.

"Pa——"

In the private room, Li Que slapped his hand on the table with a cold look: "Bow to life... I remember it."

"Lie Que, what happened in the black factory should be solved in the black factory." The man by the door reminded.

In the past, there have been cases of players seeking revenge outside, which had a bad impact. Now the black factory has strictly prohibited such behavior, otherwise the black factory will hunt down and kill them.

"She always has to compete in the black factory." After saying that, Li Que

waved his sleeves and left. As soon as Wei San walked out of the track, she held on to the wall and spit out another mouthful of blood. She raised her hand and wiped it clean without caring.

The mecha in the black factory was completely destroyed. When she put it away just now, she took a look and estimated that the engine was burned out.

However, she looked at the rewards and betting shares of the competition. It was enough for her to build a new mecha, or a good one.

Wei San thought of this and felt that today's competition was worth it.