Scum Girl Transformation System

Caucasians mostly smell a bit, especially when the adrenaline rushes and you start sweating.

A dense group of people huddled together, each looking more excited than the other. The smell of alcohol mixed with the body odor made Lin Yilan feel dizzy.

Now that the competition has reached a fierce stage, the black fighting robot standing in the center of the ring, I don't know what model it is, it may be a privately designed fighting robot, has defended the ring for a full ten rounds.

The black shell of unknown material exudes a special metallic luster, like an invincible warrior.

Earth-shattering shouts poured into the arena from all directions, until the last silver-gray fighting robot was defeated, and there were even more deafening cheers than just now.

The skimpy-clad hostess came onto the ring with the winning sign, followed by a boy wearing a black hooded sleeveless jacket with a white short-sleeved shirt inside.

He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a mask, his flaxen hair wrapped in a hood, and he pulled the hood off his head.

He has a pair of beautiful silver-gray eyes, porcelain white skin, eyebrows like brush strokes on expensive porcelain, his facial features are covered by a black mask, and the light has been adjusted to be dim at this time.

But the red stud on his left ear was shining brightly under the dim light, and those eyes were like gray gemstones soaked in ice water, with a sense of carelessness and lethargy.

"Is there anyone else who wants to play?" The boy said slowly, his voice was muffled by the mask, and his English might have a special accent in some places.

Lin Yilan actually didn't understand what he heard, but he also understood that it was time for him to appear on the stage.

"Me." She knew that her accent might be a bit irregular, which might reveal that she was not a foreigner, so she deliberately lowered her voice.

As soon as she said that, the gringos around her who were still squeezing her gave her a spacious place in an instant, and all kinds of dialects mixed with trash talk that she didn't understand filled her eardrums.

She really had enough of this place, and just now, someone stuffed a white pill into her hand and asked her if she wanted some.

She really wanted to end it sooner, so she took out the robot she built and stepped into the ring.

Clap la la la.

A pile of silver, small steel balls the size of rice grains covered the floor of the arena under Lin Yilan's feet.

A few even rolled off the field.

The air was silent for half a second, and there was a burst of laughter: "Are you here to be funny?" The person who said this may not have a very good English. Lin Yilan couldn't understand it, so he simply pretended not to hear it.

The boy glanced at her lightly, and the word contempt was written all over his body.

The bettors flocked to the boy's side, filling the entire table with their chips.

Lin Yilan exchanged 3 yuan for chips, all betting on himself.

At the start of the match, both she and the boy got off the ring.

Hearing the boy's instructions, the black fighting robot attacked Lin Yilan's small silver steel ball like an afterimage, as if trying to kick them off the ring one by one.

It was originally a game without any suspense, but because they knew the result was boring, some people even deliberately amplified their yawning voices to express their dissatisfaction and ridicule.

But when the black fighting robot was pushing the steel ball down the ring with its flat elbow, an accident happened, and the scattered small steel balls instantly merged into a whole, transforming into various strange and changeable images .

One by one dodged the attack of the black robot.

Then it enveloped the black robot like a wave blowing flat with the wind, completely restricting the opponent's movements.

The expression of the boy under the stage moved slightly, and the value on the sensor control device in his hand was adjusted to the maximum, and the black robot instantly smashed the airtight net composed of small silver steel balls into pieces.

Shock the small steel balls one by one.

Before the audience had time to cheer, the small steel balls gathered again and attacked the black fighting robot at a speed that left only afterimages.

"Command one, Wing Chun."

"Command two, Iron Sand Palm."

……

Various Hua Guo martial arts moves were disassembled by Lin Yilan into various codes and entered into the robot's instructions.

The unpredictable and strange offensive of the small steel ball, and the indestructible appearance quickly knocked the black fighting robot out of the ring.

There was a moment of silence for three seconds in the arena, and deafening cheers broke out in an instant, mixed with the irritable roars of some gamblers after they lost.

Lin Yilan walked onto the ring led by Miss Etiquette, and slowly asked in English, "Who else?"

The boy standing under the stage looked at Lin Yilan, and a black bodyguard with a strong physique picked up the black fighting robot that the boy had lost, and handed it to the boy: "Master, Jimmy's damage may be a little serious... "

The boy just glanced lightly at his battering robot that was so dilapidated that it was out of shape.

This robot is his most satisfying masterpiece so far, he even gave it a name, but now it is like a pile of scrap iron, exactly the same as the defective garbage he once looked down upon.

Those waste products were thrown into the trash can by him.

"Lost it, he is no longer the best." The young man said lightly.

"Also, tell the person in charge of this place, that person on the stage, no matter what method he uses, he will stay with me."

At this moment, the boy's ice-cold gray pupils seemed to be burning with a fiery flame, and he looked straight at Lin Yilan who stood on the stage and said harsh words.

Since Lin Yilan had just come to this kind of place, he didn't know much about the rules of the game, so he could only imitate the gourd and put on airs like a teenager.

After defeating several robots that kicked the hall in a row, she made a net profit of more than half a million dollars. She was terrified by this amount, and knew that it was time to stop.

Just got off the ring and ended the defense.

"Host, hurry up." 021 hurriedly said: "I'm trying to interfere with the ion layer to hide your whereabouts. If you don't leave now, you may not be able to leave later."

Lin Yilan also panicked, feeling that something unpleasant would happen, and he didn't want to fight, so he left in a hurry after taking away the 50 US dollars.

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"Where is the person?" The boy had already taken off his mask. Under the mask was an extremely handsome face with a little irritability in his expression, looking like a bad-tempered little prince.

"Young Master, you will disappear as soon as you step out of the ring." The black bodyguard lowered his head and said.

"Trash!" The boy cursed angrily, and threw the pile of chips in his hand to the ground.