Three minutes later, no one stood up and wanted to challenge the Iron Flower.

Dong Tianao found that everyone was looking around, so he also learned from the tone of the steel kid and shouted loudly: "Is there anyone else? If not, it would be directly announced that my grandfather won..."

"I'll do it!"

At this time, the boy wearing a black sweatshirt walked to the center of the golden arena with a huge black box on his back.

When everyone saw that it was a child, they all laughed:

"It's great to be young, I don't know how the word "death" is written."

"I might be depressed, wanting to commit suicide but afraid of pain, and dying at the hands of a big iron baby. Isn't this trying to die just because of the reason?"

"Why do I think he is here to mess with the car?"

Faced with the many ridicule, the boy wearing a black sweater didn't mind, just looked at the steel big kid and said with a smile:

"First of all, I must make a statement that I am not interested in Peacock Girl. I came here just to see a real mecha master, because I am also a mecha master."

"What, it's a mecha?"

A black sweatshirt reminded many people, and more and more people realized the true identity of the Iron Flower.

At the same time, they held their breath one by one and stared at the golden arena seriously.

In the x-star field, mecha masters are extremely rare.

A mature mecha master often needs hundreds of years of understanding and actual combat to fully master the mecha secret techniques and create a mecha that is in line with his own heart.

And it is rumored that the battle between mecha divisions is a hundred times more violent than the battle between aliens.

The fighting philosophy they pursue is to be broken into pieces and never end!

"To be honest, I haven't participated in a mecha battle for a long time because on our planet, I have no opponents."

The black sweatshirt has a plain tone, but murderous intent.

He slowly opened the black box, took out a rectangle from it, and gently pressed a round button in the middle.

The rectangle suddenly spread out and instantly turned into a red spider with eight long legs.

There is a seat left on the head of this Red Spider. The black sweatshirt jumps gently, sits on the seat, and begins to control Red Spider.

"My mecha spider has won hundreds of games in a row, and is known as the General Yum." The black sweatshirt was a little proud, but his pride only took a second and disappeared. "I know I will definitely lose to you today, but I still want to give it a try."

"I appreciate your courage even though I know it cannot be done. However, I don't want to participate in a game that I am destined to win." said the Iron Dawa.

"There are two kinds of people in this world, one is fighting for something, maybe for money, maybe for women, or for dignity."

The black sweatshirt is like a philosopher, analyzing this problem.

"But I belong to the second type of person. I fight for battle, I like to fight purely, that's all."

"Interesting!" said the big steel kid with a smile, "Then you are very dangerous. If you walk by the river often, you won't be able to wet your shoes."

"Everything in the world cannot escape death without eternity. If I am destined to die, I would rather choose to die in the hands of my opponent." The black sweatshirt showed insights and maturity beyond my age.

Seeing this strange boy, Qin Hao in the corner smiled slightly. People who fight for battle often have a lot of good things on them, which can be said to be a fat sheep.

"Very good!" The big steel kid nodded slightly and jumped down from the second steel kid.

The black sweatshirt took out a book with a black cover from his arms and handed it to the steel kid:
Chapter completed!