Mecha Summoner

Time passed bit by bit, and there were fewer and fewer people still in the game. Tong Ming opened the last game video and pressed the button to start the game.

There is at least one game a day, there is no requirement for the number of times, but after entering the top [-], the number of times everyone wins will become the glory of the contestants, and the more times they win, the more admiration they will naturally receive.

Tong Ming's opponent is a blue mech named "Lan".

After realizing that Tong Ming came in, "Lan" stood up and looked at Tong Ming face to face without saying a word.

[-]... [-]... [-]... [-]... [-]... The game begins.

The moment the countdown ended, "Lan" bounced off the ground and rushed towards Tong Ming's direction, like a flash of lightning, and Tong Ming was knocked down before he could react.

Tong Ming couldn't see the opponent's true face, but just from the match just now, he could guess that "Lan" has a straightforward personality and a burst of drive, but this kind of drive is different from Luo Fan's. If he is a reckless man without strategy, then this opponent "Lan" is a hero with courage and strategy.

Tong Ming's arm slammed into the metal inner wall of the mecha, blood had already been rubbed on the arm, through the "eyes" inside the mecha, he saw "Lan" turn around and rush towards him again.

Three meters, two meters... The distance between the two of them is getting closer and closer, and "Lan"'s attack is swift and fierce. If Tong Ming is hit again this time, he may have to leave the stage.

Absolutely can't lose, Tong Ming frowned tightly, pressing the buttons inside the mecha tightly with both hands, the palms of which were already sweating.

It's okay, it will be fine, Tong Ming looked deeply at the distance between "Lan" and him getting closer.

Fifty centimeters, at this moment, Tong Ming pressed down heavily with his fingers. At this moment, his mecha jumped back, and opened a distance of five meters.

"Boom..." The pounding sound resounded in the small space, but the echo did not go away.

If such an attack falls on Tong Ming, one can imagine how much damage it will cause.

Maybe "Lan" didn't expect that the attack would miss this time, he looked up at Tong Ming who was not far away, and was slightly taken aback.

When "Lan" was in a daze, Tong Ming had already commanded the mecha to attack his position, turning the defense into an attack, pre-empting strikes, and "Pluto" punched the opponent with his fist.

"Lan" also realized that the opponent might not be easy, and quickly lowered his body, trying to leave the narrow space below, but the next moment, "Pluto"'s legs had already swept past.

The person in "Lan" was startled when he saw such a scene, and at the same time commanded the movement of his hands and feet. This was the first time he had seen such a situation. He couldn't avoid this trend no matter what.

What "Lan" didn't know was that at this time, Tong Ming was already in a hurry while standing in the mecha. It was not an easy task to control a mecha to move his hands and feet, let alone make the mecha move according to his actions. means to attack.

Tong Ming's forehead began to sweat, and his hands were even more flustered. The feeling of standing firmly inside the mecha made him feel heavy pressure. He felt that his legs were filled with lead, unable to make the slightest movement. Even with it, it seems impossible to make the mecha move.

Through the "eyes" of the mecha, Tong Ming clearly felt that the distance between him and the opponent was getting closer and closer. Seeing that his attack was about to land on "Lan", but the next moment, his hands were on the ground. Cramped, the whole person, no, the whole mech fell to the ground.

"Lan" stared dumbfounded at "Pluto" falling to the ground, but this time, he didn't hesitate any longer, but quickly jumped up from the ground, took out a heavy assault weapon from his backpack, and started attacking without thinking.

Tong Ming watched the blood bar of "Pluto" getting lower and lower. He really wanted to stand up and continue the game, but his trembling hands told him it was impossible.

"Game Over Blue wins!"

Tong Ming took a few steps back, sat heavily on the chair, his hands were still trembling, there was no way, he could not control such a mech at all.

Not long after he sat on the chair, Luo Fan and Yue Li also came out of the game.

"It's great. I won both games. It's really cool. How are you, Yue Li?" Luo Fan raised his chin triumphantly and looked at Yue Li.

Yue Li glanced at Luo Fan: "Is this what you're after?"

Luo Fan was choked by Yue Li's words, too, the knockout round has just begun, and the possibility of encountering a rookie is also very high now, it seems that there is really no pursuit to be so happy after winning two games.

Luo Fan snorted: "At least I won, no matter who the opponent is, I will win, Tong Ming, right?"

Tong Ming hadn't recovered from the defeat in the game, looked at Luo Fan with a wry smile and said, "You're amazing, I'm the loser in this game."

"Ah?" Luo Fan didn't expect to get such a result, but soon, he patted Tong Ming's shoulder, "It's okay, you tell me who your opponent is, I will help you avenge, even if you lose How about it, if you can’t do it this year, then come back next year.”

"Luo Fan," Yue Li scolded in a low voice, "Tong Ming hasn't lost yet. Besides, it's not strange to lose just one game. Who can guarantee that we won't meet strong players in the previous knockout rounds?"

"It's true," Luo Fan scratched his head, as if he had suddenly realized, "Isn't it just a loss? Even if you lose two games, it's no big deal, as long as you don't lose three games, it's enough. Besides, even if you really lose It's nothing special, and you weren't eliminated alone, Tong Ming, are you right?"

Yue Liqu tapped his fingers on Luo Fan's head: "Tong Ming only lost one game, why did you start cursing him for losing three games in a row?"

Luo Fan held his head and glared at Yue Li: "I'm telling the truth. In other words, who are you, why do you hit me?"

Yue Li waved his hand again, and when Luo Fan held his head tightly, he slapped him hard on the forehead: "Aren't I going to hit you if you say something out of hand? Can't you just say a few words less?"

"You're a sneak attack, do you know it's a sneak attack?" Luo Fan covered his head with one hand and his forehead with the other, accusing angrily.

Yue Li raised his hand again, and Luo Fan took a few steps back in an instant. He smiled slightly and touched his nose: "It's been so many years, I thought you should have known my personality."

"Hmph." Luo Fan snorted twice, and quickly stood beside Tong Ming.

Tong Ming turned her head to look at Luo Fan: "I said, where do you have the confidence to think that I will protect you, obviously you hit me just now, didn't you?"

Luo Fan curled his lips: "I thought you were a good person."

Tong Ming blinked innocently: "Have I ever said that I am a good person, do you think I should be a good person to a person who bumps into me and doesn't help me?"

Luo Fan's eyes widened: "I didn't expect you to be a vengeful person. I obviously apologized to you, and you obviously forgave me."

"Hahaha," Tong Ming laughed, "Okay, I'm joking with you. By the way, today's game is over here. I still have something to do here. See you tomorrow."

"You forgive me, it's settled like that, don't mention that matter again in the future, well, see you tomorrow."

Tong Ming stood up first and walked towards the center of the city. Oles followed closely behind him, still very silent.

The virtual network of the 31st century has perfectly achieved the global Internet model, and the world in the virtual network has formed a new world independently. You can see and learn here that this world is even more perfect than the real world. If it weren't for the world law that forbids humans to play games in the virtual network for more than five consecutive days, I am afraid that many people will stay in this beautiful world for a long time.

In the virtual network, Tong Ming no longer needs to sit in a wheelchair, but Oles still follows him, just like he is always pushing Tong Ming's wheelchair in the real world.

Walking out of the competition center, the flow of people became less and less. Tong Ming stood still, turned around and looked at Oles: "Aoles, don't you want to say something?"

Oles did not rush forward because of Tong Ming's sudden stop, but stood firmly on the spot: "Do I need to say something, Master."

Tong Ming looked up and met Oles' eyes: "I lost. After boasting, I lost the game. Don't you really think I'm bad?"

"But the master has tried his best." Oles grabbed Tong Ming's hands, which were still slightly trembling due to the excessive use just now, and he helped Tong Ming massage his hands, "Master should know better than me what I need." , These hands are the best proof, but the master is too eager, eager to win, so he lost control, which shouldn't be."

"I'm out of control." Tong Ming was a little dazed, how long has this feeling not appeared?Even in the face of Zhao Jin, he was full of confidence, because he would never lose that battle, but this time, he lost, and after trying his best, he failed when he was only one step away from success.

Oles replied blankly: "Yes, master, you shouldn't try to control your hands and feet at the same time, you don't have that ability right now."

Tong Ming's expression was dark, and the next moment, he looked up at Oles: "Are you really an F-level mecha? If I remember correctly, all soul mechas below the god-level mecha have no independent intelligence. .”

A gleam flashed in Oles Mechatronics' eyes, and his body began to change rapidly.

Tong Ming clearly felt the touch of the hand holding him change from cold metal to warm human palm, while Oles, the original mechanical body gradually disappeared, and the sharp lines became softer and softer. The bald head also grew long golden hair, which slid down smoothly, and the cheeks became the appearance of an adult man, and the red electronic eyes turned into red eyes. There was only expression, which was as expressionless as ever.

"Master, congratulations on summoning a god-level soul mecha, the king of the soul mecha world—Oles."