Cheng Xiaoyu's Grudge

"Besides, I only did this so I could use the Gravity Room!"

Fu Junlin said irritably.

"The Gravity Room? What the hell does your wanting to be a simp have to do with using the Gravity Room?"

Big Black said speechlessly.

"Too lazy to explain it to trash like you."

Fu Junlin replied irritably.

"Junlin, want to go get lunch? Old Duo's treating."

Chen Keyu and Duo Xinyu appeared at the door and waved to Fu Junlin.

Fu Junlin walked over and smiled helplessly.

"Forget it. I brought food."

"Oh, cut it out. Stop eating compressed biscuits. It's not like we're asking you to treat us back!"

Duo Xinyu saw right through Fu Junlin's thoughts and hit the nail on the head.

"Fine."

Only after hearing that he would not have to return the favor did Fu Junlin grin and let the two of them link arms with him as they headed out.

Although Fu Junlin was not some major figure yet, he was considered fairly popular now. Other than being a little cowardly and a little stingy, he got along well with people.

Especially those who had teamed up with him—all of them thought highly of him. Chen Keyu had even had his life saved by him.

Though lives were cheap these days, a life-saving debt was still a life-saving debt.

After lunch, classes continued in the afternoon.

For ordinary students, one class a day was already pretty good, and four classes a week was enough. Yet Fu Junlin attended another mecha class and another Battle Banner class that afternoon.

It made Big Black furious!!

"What's the Intent of you being alive?! You spend half the day studying, but you don't dare go to the Arena Zone—what fucking use is that?! I'm going to rip your dick off!!"

Big Black was so bored he was about to explode.

Helplessly, Fu Junlin had already cultivated an immunity to interference. Big Black could say whatever he wanted while Fu Junlin kept studying, treating it all as white noise.

Two boring days passed by.

Fu Junlin attended classes diligently, gathering up every difficult problem each day. At night, when he returned to the lab, he had Big Black activate the Supercomputing Consciousness and solve them all at once.

Of course, his daily training intensity was also greater than before... calling it merely increased would not be accurate. It was practically a complete transformation.

Every night, Fu Junlin's body was tortured, and every morning he woke up to the sensation of having all his tendons torn apart.

An hour of exercise, then tugging at his muscles to mess with him while he studied—this had already become Big Black's daily amusement.

In any case, there was absolutely no chance Big Black would read with Fu Junlin. The only thing he could play with was Fu Junlin's muscles.

As a result, Fu Junlin's physical strength had already far surpassed that of a Level-Two Master Fistmaster.

His gene development level had also reached 4.1%.

Fu Junlin felt that if he went to block that huge boulder again now, things would definitely be different.

On the third day.

The academy's Combat Arena was a somewhat more professional venue for matches. Both people and mechas could hold unofficial yet near-official competitions here.

They could fight on the field as well, but without protection, it was easy to damage the ground or public facilities, or even harm bystanders.

It prevented energy from bursting outward.

Here, by spending a little money, they could fight under the protection of an energy shield that would not break no matter how freely they let loose. Inside, they could go all out and simulate the most realistic combat.

Around three in the afternoon, Cheng Xiaoyu's match against Wang Jintang was about to begin.

In the lounge, several classmates were helping Cheng Xiaoyu calibrate and inspect his mecha, the "Silver-Armored Warrior."

A controller was stuck to Cheng Xiaoyu's temple, and several miniature controllers were attached to his fingers.

In truth, a mecha could be controlled through a brain controller alone. But hand controllers, remote controls, and similar devices made it quicker and easier to issue more complex commands.

It was like marking points along the trajectory of Intent control with tiny finger movements. With a flick of a finger, the mecha could make a complex response.

They assisted the brain control.

Whether in materials or craftsmanship, this mecha warrior was better than Duo Xinyu's robot and mechanical dog, but its movements were still fairly stiff.

After all, it was a machine.

Under Cheng Xiaoyu's control, the Silver-Armored Warrior repeatedly flexed its joints, warming up.

The other classmates could not really help with anything. They were only there to cheer him on like simps.

"Please welcome Cheng Xiaoyu and Wang Jintang for a best-of-three mecha battle!"

The host's voice sounded outside.

Like a boxer about to enter the ring, Cheng Xiaoyu bounced twice before walking out. The Silver-Armored Warrior followed behind him, mimicking his movements exactly.

"Go, Brother Yu!"

"Go, Handsome Cheng!!"

The surrounding students shouted as they followed him out.

The moment they emerged from the lounge corridor, the audience erupted in cheers.

The spectators were all students as well. Tickets were cheap, and anyone with nothing to do could come watch a fight. About half the grandstand was occupied, roughly three to four hundred people.

Cheng Xiaoyu saw Wang Jintang across from him, wearing an ill-Intent smile, and his expression darkened as well.

Others might have thought this was merely a clash of youthful Intent, but he and Wang Jintang had a private grudge.

Previously, a girl Cheng Xiaoyu had secretly loved had teamed up with Wang Jintang in the Arena Zone, only to be viciously betrayed by him. The girl had died terribly. At 45% Teleportation Intensity, there was a certain chance of real death.

After that, what the girl hated most was the Mecha Master profession, and she had not spoken to Cheng Xiaoyu for a long time.

This time, he and Wang Jintang had bet one hundred thousand yuan!

Even for him, one hundred thousand yuan was a huge sum! It was enough to buy a decent car!

For Wang Jintang, it was an even bigger fortune. To win Cheng Xiaoyu's one hundred thousand, Wang Jintang had needed to scrape together his own one hundred thousand as stake money. He had even borrowed part of it.

That was also why this battle had been postponed until now.

So for Cheng Xiaoyu, this concerned money, but even more than that, it concerned his dignity.

Looking at Wang Jintang's smug, Intent-laden smile, Cheng Xiaoyu wanted nothing more than to crush him to death with his bare hands.

Wang Jintang's mecha looked like an iron barrel. Its hands were two nimble pincers.

Though its design was ugly, that iron barrel definitely concealed hidden mechanisms.

This kind of mecha relied on dirty tricks. It was hard to know what weapons were hidden beneath that barrel, making it naturally difficult to counter.

Even if you knew beforehand, they could modify it before the next battle simply by altering the weapon system.

Many mechas used this sort of design, and it was especially effective against high-level monsters in Arena Zone battles.

The two stood on opposite sides of the ring and controlled their mechas onto the stage.

After the shout of "Begin."

The two mechas slammed fiercely into each other.