What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

The room in the arena was different from Qin Liu's imagination. It was not a private space, and it was no different from an open-air arena.

There were not many people in the stands, and the information flow in the interstellar era was very fast. The popularity of Qin Liu's post had already gone down. The audience seemed to be relatives and friends of the other party. Qin Liu saw the mecha on the opposite side waving towards the stands.

A young man in the stands yawned, waved his hand perfunctorily back to him, and then complained to his companions: "It's so boring, the opposite is a D-class mech, isn't He Qiao a bully?"

His companion was also not very interested: "Who knows what He Qiao is thinking?"

Opposite Qin Liu was a silver B-level mecha. He glanced at it roughly, and the weapon equipment of the B-level mecha was indeed not a little higher than that of the D-level.

The speed is also fast.

Qin Liu manipulated the mecha to avoid the attack from the opposite side, and calmly evaluated in his heart.

The opponent has received formal training, but his movements are very rigid, which is far worse than the official Lin he met in the arena last time, even Gao Ge can't compare.

Qin Liu seized the opportunity to hold down the opposite arm, threw the man into the ground, drew out his lightsaber and wiped the cockpit to pin him to the ground.

In the stands: Damn!

Anyone who plays mechs can see that the gap in strength between the two sides is too great, and the silver mecha is simply being played.

His previous casual companion jumped up from his seat: "It's not enough. Although He Qiao is at the bottom of the team, it's not enough to be beaten by a D-level mech."

His expression was in a daze, and he vaguely remembered that "I have a small stone" seemed to have attracted some attention because of the D-level mecha leapfrogging.

The battle ended too quickly. Qin Liu only opened the room to earn star coins, and he didn't need to care about other people's opinions. After hearing the system's victory reminder, he retracted the lightsaber and walked towards the passage.

Suddenly, there was some commotion in the stands, and a small launch hole popped out from the shoulder of the silver mecha on the ground.

His companion in the stands immediately clicked the report button, and cursed: "Has He Qiao lost his mind! Use a B-level thermal weapon!"

There are regulations in the arena that leapfrog mechs cannot use thermal weapons with a difference of more than two levels, because low-level mechas have insufficient defense and are difficult to resist, which may directly damage the driver's mental strength.

Qin Liu's mecha is D-level, and the opponent can only use C-level thermal weapons at most.

Although his companion's action of reporting was quick, a small missile had already caught sparks and left the launch hole. The missile silently pierced through the air, spinning and attacking the black D-class mecha that seemed to know nothing about it.

Although Qin Liu didn't look back, his spiritual sense keenly sensed something was wrong, and the spiritual energy instantly gathered on the lightsaber in his hand, and the black mecha swung a light sword towards the back.

There was a soft "click" that no one could hear except Qin Liu.

"boom--"

In the next second, the shields on Qin Liu's left and right sides were violently shaken by the missile fragments that were split in two.

The audience subconsciously closed their eyes to dodge, and waited until the smoke and dust cleared to see the big hole that was smashed on the ground, and took a deep breath.

"Fuck!"

The missiles of the B-class mechas are powerful even as light thermal weapons. There was a flash of flame in the explosion, and because there was no combustible material, it was quickly extinguished.

Qin Liu skipped two huge pits and walked towards the silver mech on the ground.

There were white lights flashing in the auditorium. They were people who had heard that a D-level mecha was beating a B-level mech. They came in to watch the excitement. As soon as they entered, they saw the black D-mech turning its wrist, and the lightsaber in its hand was locked tightly. Nailed firmly into the cockpit.

The people who eat melons exclaimed: "Fuck!"

Qin Liu's consciousness firmly suppressed the people in the opposite cockpit. The opposite was different from Lin Guan, and he didn't find anything wrong. The people inside were breathing tremblingly, and the fear in his heart reached the extreme. He shouted in the cockpit. No matter if the loudspeaker is turned on or not, Qin Liu can't hear it at all.

"Don't mess around! This is against the law! It's the same on Starnet! Wait!" He closed his eyes and shouted as he watched the lightsaber getting closer and closer on the screen, "I'm sorry——"

"Cha-"

The speed of the lightsaber was so fast that it didn't make any sound when it was inserted into the mech. At least He Qiao's ears were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat.

Five seconds later, he didn't feel any pain. He opened his eyes cautiously, and a lightsaber glowing with white light was inserted in front of his eyes. If he moved a little further to the right, the sword would have pierced his neck directly. .

He felt a suffocating pain in his chest, and suddenly he held his breath. He fixed his eyes on the lightsaber and exhaled lightly. The lightsaber was so close that he could feel his breath. It is also slowly pulling out.

He Qiao's heart, which had just dropped a little bit, lifted up again in an instant.

Qin Liu drew his sword very slowly. The lightsaber rubbed against the outer shell of the mecha, making an ear-piercing sound. He stepped on the silver mecha with one foot, swayed the lightsaber from side to side slightly, and raised his voice: " Can't seem to come out?"

He Qiao tried his best to hide his head back. The cockpit was only so big. The back of his head hit the bulkhead with a clang. He scratched his own throat, and blood spattered the mecha in the next second.

That will definitely leave a huge shadow on people, and it is likely to cause damage to mental power, and even drop their aptitude.

He Qiao was on the verge of crying when he heard the official came from the high tension.

He could hear it, and Qin Liu could naturally hear it too. He glanced at the three mechas rushing towards the entrance, quickly pulled out the lightsaber, and stabbed He Qiao five times in succession when He Qiao breathed a sigh of relief!

He was so fast that He Qiao didn't even see his lightsaber anymore, nor heard a sound, but his hands and feet were cold, and he could clearly feel the lightsaber coming in and going out from his neck, hands and feet.

His hands began to tremble involuntarily, and his breathing became extremely difficult, like a dehydrated fish that could only twitch slightly after bouncing on the chopping board for a while.

"Please stop immediately!"

Hearing the mechanical sound, Qin Liu immediately took two steps back holding the lightsaber. The black mech put away the lightsaber, and spread his hands on both sides, forcefully showing the audience a sense of innocence.

One mecha opened He Qiao's cockpit, and the other two turned to Qin Liu: "Your behavior may violate interstellar laws, please give up the mecha and cooperate with our investigation."

Qin Liu obediently opened the cockpit, jumped down from the top, and watched He Qiao being pulled out, feeling very wronged: "It's like this, you two—"

He didn't know what to call these two mechas, so he could only continue: "You can watch the replay, he attacked my D-class mecha with a B-level thermal weapon."

The mechanical sound of a mecha paused strangely: "Are you... a D-class mecha?"

They unanimously looked at the quiet black mecha beside him, and they could tell at a glance that this one was indeed a D-class, and then they looked at the silver mecha whose cockpit was about to be poked into a hornet's nest.

...The report they received before was indeed that the B-level mech illegally used thermal weapons to attack the D-level mech. They just saw that the situation was urgent, so they didn't pay attention to it. They subconsciously thought that the violent black mech was a B-level mecha.

"The perpetrator" Qin Liu raised the face of the No. [-] system, looking up at the mecha that pulled out He Qiao: "I just stabbed his mecha, really, he didn't bleed at all."

The cockpits of the three mechs opened at the same time, and the nimble robot crawled out from inside. The tone to Qin Liu was much better: "We have to make a record, and I hope you can cooperate with me."

Qin Liu naturally nodded, the battle was over, and the room began to be cleaned automatically, and the audience was swept out with a blank expression on their faces.

Qin Liu, who was following the robot, glanced at the auditorium in the far corner. That person just now—?