Lu Lin dodged to the side, hurriedly avoiding the metal bullets.
At the same time, he shouted,
"Damn!"
But the moment he dodged, those dozen or so red beams quickly followed.
Lu Lin had no choice but to roll across the ground, dodging the bullets.
"This isn't right. We're both Martial Artists, and you're actually using bullets? That's clearly cheating!"
Lu Lin cursed inwardly. He'd tried catching the bullets with his hands, but there seemed to be some kind of special structure on them that made his fingers go numb.
He couldn't catch the bullets fired by the robot at all.
The robot used infrared guidance, allowing it to constantly adjust to Lu Lin's movements and position.
And it seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of ammunition stored inside it.
Ever since the match began, Lu Lin had spent nearly five minutes dodging. His opponent had fired at least a hundred thousand bullets, yet showed no sign of running low.
This was just cheating.
Lu Lin grumbled to himself.
At this point, he could easily pass by relying on his physical abilities.
Likewise, if he formed a shield in front of himself with his mental power, all of his opponent's attacks would be rendered useless.
But Lu Lin was here to fight using only the most basic combat ability and learn his opponent's attack rhythm.
Lu Lin kept dodging, growing increasingly frustrated.
"Is firing bullets all you know how to do?!"
Lu Lin couldn't help yelling.
A thoughtful look appeared in the robot's eyes. Then its shoulders slowly began to change, and two cannon barrels emerged.
"Beep beep beep beep."
A series of rapid beeps rang out, and two arm-length missiles appeared inside the barrels.
The missiles left long trails of flame as they accelerated, tracing a perfect yet terrifying