"Are you Gret? The champion of the King of Fighters Tournament?" Mule's deep and cold question amplified by a mechanical loudspeaker came from Mosco's body, and the sound made the entire dilapidated bedroom buzz.
"You... who are you?" Gret was so frightened that the eight tentacles softened at the same time. Two of them instinctively wrapped around the armrests of the chair, and the other six tentacles danced messily in front of him.
His voice was split when he spoke, and every word squeezed out of his throat was trembling.
Mule controlled Mosco to bend down, and the huge robot's upper body almost filled the entire gap in the torn wall.
His pair of dark red electronic eyes slowly scanned around the room, and his first sight fell on the luxurious e-sports equipment Gret.
That is a set of control consoles specially customized for the body structure of Carlosia Octopus...
There are more than twenty buttons densely arranged on the control panel. Each button can be programmed independently to accurately control every action command of the character in the King of Fighters game.
From light punches to heavy kicks, from dodge to defensive counterattacks, from basic combos to super special moves, every operation has been split into separate buttons.
The eight flexible and soft pink tentacles of Gret spread out at the same time. The extremely sensitive suction cups on the inside of each tentacle absorb different buttons. The eight tentacles work together to complete eight different operation inputs at the same instant.
Mule uses ten fingers of two hands to rub the complex combos for several seconds to complete, while Gret uses eight tentacles to trigger them all instantly in a fraction of a second.
Mule finally knows why he can't defeat this pink octopus no matter how hard he fights.
I only have two hands and ten fingers.
How many tentacles does this octopus monster have?
Eight!
Each tentacle is also equipped with suction cups, which can control dozens of buttons at the same time.
"You played the King of Fighters very well... This year's champion is well-deserved. The hardware configuration and operating system adaptability have been achieved to the extreme." Mule's voice came out coldly through the external speaker of Mosco, the deep tone amplified by a mechanical amplifier, with undisguised teeth grinding.
"Ah? What? You took so much effort to break through the wall of my house just to ask about my King of Fighters configuration?" Gret looked confused, and the eight tentacles curled up a little more unconsciously.
His brain was still struggling to process the images in front of him...
A giant robot that was taller than his entire villa stared at him with its dark red electronic eyes and said "King of Fighters".
How is the logical chain connected here?
"Since I, the King of Fighters, can't beat you, we might as well change to a more direct method... have a real fight in the real world, what do you think?" Mule controlled Mosco to stretch out two thick metal fingers and hooked in the direction of Gret.
Gret Those eight tentacles almost had a collective cramp on the spot.
He just played a fighting game and won a championship in an e-sports competition. Virtual characters were fighting throughout the whole process. From beginning to end, he himself did not touch any living person except pressing buttons with his tentacles...
As a result, the player on the opposite side actually drove a giant robot to his door and invited him to fight offline.
Gret is just a very ordinary Carlosia civilian, and Combat Power's value is not even two.
Because he only eats and sleeps all day long and sits in front of the computer playing games, his physical fitness is even worse than other ordinary Carlosianss. The muscle content in his eight tentacles is pitifully low, and he has only moved the heaviest items in express boxes.
Now a giant robot whose fist alone was bigger than his whole body was standing in front of him, bent over, staring at him with its dark red electronic eyes, saying that it wanted to have a real fight with him.
"My friend... I think there may be some misunderstanding between us. I... I am really not your opponent. If I have offended you in The King of Fighters, I will apologize to you now, sincerely, and I can also give you all the limited edition skins in my account. Do you think this is okay?" Gret's knees bent neatly, and his eight tentacles were neatly spread on the floor, assuming a standard kneeling begging posture.
After kneeling down, Gret couldn't help but mutter in a voice so small that it was almost inaudible, "Driving a robot bigger than my home to engage in offline combat with an octopus playing games with me... This kind of behavior is too shameless."
Mule's auditory system apparently captured this sentence.
He was so happy that he grinned in the cockpit of Mosco, and then reached out and patted the opening button inside the cockpit.
Mosco The armor plate on the chest made a low mechanical sound, and the thick alloy hatch slowly slid open.
Mule jumped lightly from the spherical cockpit, and his short body landed lightly on the floor, standing directly opposite Gret.
Gret knelt on the ground and raised his head, looking at the little red-skinned man in front of him who was at most one meter tall, and then turned to look at the giant robot next to him that was like a mountain in the ruins of the bedroom. His brain couldn't turn around for a while.
This red-skinned little man is just over 1 meter tall, with two curved goat horns on his head. Although he is not the tallest among Carlosians, he is still close to 1.8 meters tall.
He reassessed the situation...
If it was just a one-on-one fight, one's eight tentacles would have an absolute numerical advantage against the opponent's two hands.
Although this little red-skinned man can drive such a big robot, his own physique is so different from mine that he may not be able to fight.
"Very good... Now I don't control the robot. I will have a fair fight with you with my own two hands. I will fight you with the most basic fist and kick moves in The King of Fighters. You should be satisfied, right?" Mule folded his arms in front of his chest, with an undisguised sneer on his lips.
"Are you sure? It's settled... no need for robots?" Gret's eight tentacles slowly lifted up from the floor, with a glint of rekindled hope in their eyes.
"Come... let me see how you used your combos in The King of Fighters. How you used combos to beat me to full health online just now, now repeat it offline." Mule stretched out a finger to hook Gret.
"Then I won't be polite!" Gret suddenly jumped up from the ground, eight tentacles flexibly spread out in the air at the same time.
"Da da da..."
Gret took a deep breath, all eight tentacles exerted force at the same time, and swooped in the direction of Mule.