A round, unidentified flying object flew over like a catapult.
"What is that thing?!"
Just as the flying object was about to crack open Cheng Anlang, Cheng Anlang didn't care about anything else and directly activated his second modification slot!
"call--"
Cheng Anlang's mecha hummed, and in an instant, sand and dust flew up. The howling wind, like an invisible giant beast, directly blew the unidentified flying object back, carrying a net of sand and dust with it!
The other side was too close; there was simply no time to dodge!
"Whoosh—"
The unidentified flying object split open, scattering a large amount of suspicious transparent material, which mixed with sand and soil and poured onto the mech on the other side!
"!!!"
"
Cheng Anlang: "That seems to be—"
It's the super glue that Cheng Anlang saw when he browsed the anonymous market that day!
He splashed glue all over the enemy mech.
The glue solidified quickly, and the mech on the other side was covered in sand, looking like a giant yellow man.
All the joints of the mecha were stuck together, and the surface was covered with a thick layer of yellow sand. The entire mecha was stuck and sluggish, unable to move at all.
An anxious voice came from the other end: "What happened! You installed a hairdryer in your modification bay!"
Cheng Anlang was speechless: "I never expected you to have super glue in there..."
A strong wind blew by, and now one of the two people is stuck in quicksand, while the other is completely stuck to it.
Neither side could move; they were both waiting...
Will Cheng Anlang be swallowed by quicksand first, or will he charge up and fire his laser first...?
Time passed second by second...
The wind continued to howl, sand and dust swirled, and Cheng Anlang watched as his mecha sank deeper and deeper, slowly submerging his shoulders and neck...
If the laser isn't ready before it's overhead, he's going to lose...
The other side: "I didn't expect the winner to be decided like this. Are you even capable...?"
The quicksand covered my nose and eyes...
Cheng Anlang stared intently at the laser countdown.
The person opposite him was also wiping away sweat, staring intently at the tiny bit of Cheng Anlang's head that was barely visible.
Then I watched him slowly...
Slowly buried by yellow sand...
The person opposite burst into laughter: "Hahaha! It's me after all—"
Before he could finish speaking, the sand in front of him suddenly burst up, and a laser beam pierced through the sand layer, approaching him from afar!
"boom--"
With a tremendous sound, the giant yellow man exploded into countless pieces in a flash of white light!
The fragments were scattered by the strong wind and landed in Cheng Anlang's eyes.
Cheng Anlang emerged from the crater created by the laser beam and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank goodness... thank goodness..."
An exasperated voice came from the other end the instant the forced exit occurred: "You fucking can—"
Cheng Anlang smiled and said, "I'm sorry."
"The match is over!"
"Winner: Cheng Anlang—"
Chapter 20, Section 20: The Colosseum
Cheng Anlang breathed a sigh of relief after withdrawing from the qualifying match: "Thank goodness we won..."
"I didn't expect the second modification spot on the other side to have super glue on it..."
"Luckily I brought a hairdryer, otherwise I would have turned into a giant yellow man."
Cheng Anlang recorded the qualifying match and planned to review it later when he had time.
In the mech ranking competition, there is a hierarchy of disdain for the second modification slot: higher-level modifications look down on lower-level ones, and official modifications look down on private ones. Private modifications are not only limited in the number of uses, but also restricted by the psychological factor of being looked down upon by others in this hierarchy.
Therefore, privately modified parts are not commonly seen in qualifying races. Of course, Cheng Anlang doesn't care about this so-called hierarchy of contempt.
As for the bomb in his finger, Cheng Anlang didn't plan to install it. Bombs are consumable weapons. Although the ranked matches are held in a virtual battlefield, using them won't consume your real-world items. However, carrying such consumable weapons requires paying a certain fee each time, and Cheng Anlang doesn't have that kind of spare money right now.
We've already won the first game; a good start is enough.
Cheng Anlang removed the hair dryer and installed the megaphone.
I'll save the hair dryer for when I'm about to level up...