Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 75 Battles and Gambling

The light green robot, spewing out accelerating gas from its back, hurtled toward Loren.

Just as Loren had predicted, his opponent did not choose the flight tactical module, but instead, like him in the past, chose to enhance his close-combat capabilities.

Air-to-ground attacks are indeed a godsend for crushing noobs.

The problem is that flying involves aerial maneuvers and airborne control, which require energy and specialized modules, much more than walking on the ground.

To complete a tactical system centered on flight, the opponent must undergo many specializations, such as sacrificing high defense.

Just like their dragon bodies, even though they fly not with wings but with magic and magic, they still made many designs for flying.

Forcing flight with a low number of modules is clearly a loss of combat power.

In ground warfare, the essence of the game is to use a special weapon to fight...

If I still can't beat you, then all my training as a weapon master was for nothing!
Facing an aggressive opponent, Loren's mind became increasingly calm, and his thoughts and calculations became increasingly rapid.

"His other modules should be activated within three steps."

Looking at the approaching enemy, Loren neither dodged nor avoided, but leisurely retreated, waiting for the opponent to make the first move.

His machine's mobility was significantly inferior to his opponent's. If he dodged in advance, the opponent would easily seize the opportunity to attack, and with one heavy blow, he would lose.

"1, 2, here we come!"

As Loren silently chanted in his mind, he noticed that the armor on the opponent's right leg was deforming.

The next instant, a kick accompanied by high temperature and a shockwave appeared in front of him!

Loren estimated that if this hit him hard, he would have to step down from the stage!
So Loren rolled over and lunged forward, dodging the opponent's fierce kick.

At the same time, Loren stretched out one hand and attacked the foot that was resting on the ground for support!

"I knew you experienced martial artists would resort to such an attack!"

Inside the light green robot, the operator watched Loren's actions and couldn't help but grin maliciously.

This newcomer hasn't realized that this isn't a place where you fight based on strength and skill, but rather a battlefield where you maximize the use of your equipment!

He bent his arms, and the high-pressure air pump at his elbows sprayed air in the opposite direction, providing power to help him stabilize his body while his hands slammed down hard!

At that moment, Loren's white robot was beneath his hands!
That elbow strike really hits hard; even if he's not eliminated yet, he's practically out!

However, Loren remained calm in the face of the opponent's fierce attack.

Only the golden dragon eyes continued to burn calmly, like two torches.

He seemed to be concentrating his strength, using his old hand to lightly brace himself on the ground, then twisted his body and glided past his opponent like a cat.

The light green machine's elbows failed to strike Loren, and the leg, which used the same move, also failed to hit its target and stop.

Logically, this light green robot should have been unstable for a moment.

"Do you have stabilizers like gyroscopes available for exchange? There's more equipment than I expected."

Seeing that the robot, which had been outmaneuvered by Loren twice in a row, had not fallen, Loren was taken aback.

The mage's fighting style involves calculating the opponent's possible moves and contingency plans, and then developing corresponding countermeasures.

"Gyroscope, acceleration from the back, heavy strike capabilities from the hands and feet—there are already four accessories in use..."

Loren pondered that there must be a boundary between light green and dark green. Since there are a maximum of ten plugins, where is this dividing point? 4, 5, or 6?

The opponent continued to attack, but Loren continued to dodge nimbly, relying on his calculation ability. After several attempts, Loren realized that the guy had run out of tricks.

He probably only has these four accessories in total: three for acceleration and one gyroscope-like device for stability.

As for whether all the light green ones only have four parts, Loren is not sure yet and will have to test it in the next battle.

"Well, it's over, then."

The white robot vanished from the other's sight in a flash, like a ghost.

"Where did he go? Where is he?!"

The operator inside the light green robot panicked.

No matter how he turned his head, Loren did not appear in his sight, as if the guy had disappeared.

Suddenly, he felt a sound of being hit, but when he turned his gaze there, there was no one there again.

On the stage, it was as if he were fighting an unseen ghost.

The second, third, fourth, and fifth blows finally brought him to his knees under the opponent's invisible attacks.

In fact, Loren simply used the robot's perspective to achieve a form of physical invisibility.

This thing isn't a real human eye, so it has too many limitations.

Because he had also advanced to the light green level, he knew the other party's field of vision and environment.

The initial modules are valuable; they can be used to enhance attack, defense, or to build a future system around a core element...

The aspect of vision has always been overlooked by others.

Loren didn't overlook this because he was constantly switching perspectives.

The dragon's eyes have a much wider and farther field of vision than those of a human; they are designed for flight and high altitudes.

As a high-magic creature, it can also observe changes in magic power when necessary.

Through this long-term switching practice, Loren was able to keenly perceive the problem of vision and defeat his opponent by taking advantage of the weapon master's weapon handling posture.

“Interesting. You go next time. Never mind, let him win next time. Just send someone up, and you can deal with him in the third match.”

Among the boxers below, some received the news, and their initial eagerness quickly subsided.

He was quite eager to see this new kid bump into his hand.

After defeating his opponent, Loren began selecting a new module, this time choosing his previous opponent's leg acceleration ability.

Then came the second match. At the betting booths, a new odds table was released, and the odds for Loren to win dropped significantly.

However, since Aaron bought the three-game winning streak in advance, his odds remained the same.

Three consecutive wins, 512 times the stake, cannot be withdrawn midway, and is not affected by changes in odds. Only true gamblers would place such a bet.

After all, the gambling den, the boxer, and the bookmaker are all in the same boat. It would be too easy for them to influence the odds and wipe out all the gamblers.

After a period of rest and betting, Loren's second match began.

This time, Loren used the same trick again, blocking the opponent's vision from the start and allowing the opponent to continuously activate the module's ability.

After confirming that the other party also had no more than five modules, Loren had a general idea of ​​the situation and sent this person off to the stage as well.

With this, Loren secured two consecutive victories, and his robot, having been fitted with two additional modules, returned to its light green color.

After another round of odds adjustments, Loren has a new opponent.

It was a dark green robot; logically, it shouldn't be here.

"You really have no shame. I wonder what tricks you have up your sleeve this time."

To Loren's surprise, perhaps to make the battle fairer or to make the crushing defeat clearer, the host's storytelling started on the communication channel.

"The outstanding performance of contestant number 194 has alarmed our ultimate boss at the white level. Rumor has it that all contestants number 357 who have defeated us have eventually become star players in our arena. Will we be able to witness the rise of a star player today?"

“Our contestant number 357 currently has seven modules and was once a player at the next level. However, due to the special configuration of his modules, he was always knocked down from the next level by others.”

"But I have to say, his scouting and trap-setting tactics are a perfect counter to our player number 194, who is good at avoiding vision. I wonder if our player number 194 can give us some more surprises and create a miracle?"

Reconnaissance and mine laying, huh? That's interesting.

In a fully equipped, flying battle, this is indeed a disadvantage, but in the next level, it becomes a devastating blow.

As the battle began, he threw out several frisbees, which quickly went into stealth mode. "So, this is how you play?"

"Since you're going to play like this and still try to outwit me, don't blame me for using some underhanded tactics."

Loren sneered inwardly.

Psionicist, telepathic ability activated!

Although conventional magic and martial arts cannot be used in the simulated environment, since it is still my mental entity rather than a proxy mechanical consciousness that is controlling the body, the related sensory abilities of psionic energy can naturally be used.

Loren hasn't tried using the relevant spells yet, so he doesn't dare to make any rash judgments.

But simply perceiving and determining some of the other person's psychological activities is perfectly fine!

You can't discriminate against the racial abilities of mind flayers in this place!

As for why I, a red dragon, am like this, what's wrong with me, a dignified young master of a transmigrator, doing something like this!
Even through the machine's mimicry, Loren quickly realized the locations of several hidden traps based on the other party's subconscious reactions.

On the arena, Loren leaped and dodged a few times, easily reaching his opponent without triggering any hidden traps.

Then, to the astonishment of the other party, Loren raised his fist, which was equipped with an acceleration module.

A trap, huh? Perception, huh?
At this moment, this guy, number 357, whom that woman considered her trump card, was...

They were still in shock and hadn't recovered.

He had no idea how the other party had managed to avoid so many traps. He had clearly exchanged for several different types of special traps, and with the other party's two modules of ability, they shouldn't have been able to distinguish them at all!

If Loren knew what the other person was thinking, he would probably say,

"Why should I bother to figure it out? You're the kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve even through a screen. When I get close to your trap, you get excited; when I stay away, you're disappointed. It's easier for me to read you than to read a dog."

The shady side of those who play the trap is this: they appear calm on the surface and enjoy performing, but inside they are all incredibly excited.

The third battle ended much faster than anyone had anticipated.

"That guy, could he be a mind flayer?! Has a mind flayer infiltrated Greenleaf City?"

The woman observing from the arena suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She never expected that a spirit flayer would infiltrate Greenleaf City.

Even under the banner of racial equality, mind flayers, or rather, mind flayers, remain a group of creatures that exist outside the Federation.

Their racial characteristics—feeding on the brains of intelligent beings and enjoying enslaving other intelligent beings—determine that they are not on the same path as the Federation.

To be precise, the Federation once included mind flayers in the biome that could be destroyed, and almost carried it out.

It remains a mystery who persuaded him to stop.

All people know is that the mind flayers now establish their nests in the border area between the wilderness and the city buffer zone. They will fly their spaceships to plunder the wilderness and will not enter any city unless necessary.

But now, a being that is suspected, or may have, possesses telepathic abilities has appeared in the black market of Greenleaf City.

He might be a psionicist, but he could also be a mind flayer.

A mind flayer who controlled and enslaved a group of people to disguise themselves and then infiltrated Greenleaf City.

"It's bound to be very valuable!"

On the stands, the woman's eyes shone.

A group of ancient creatures unable to integrate into the Federation, no matter how high their past technological and ability levels were, are nothing but scum and waste in front of civilian magic crystal armor equipped with mental protection.

Unless the other party is a near-legendary or even legendary being, as long as she is careful, capturing this guy will be no problem at all!

"Let's test the waters again. Psionicists are rare, but it's not a profession that no one wants to work in. If we grab the wrong one, it could be a big problem."

As a rare profession, aside from the Githyanki and their group of outcasts, there are only a handful of high-level psionicists in the Federation.

If the other party wasn't a mind flayer, and one suddenly appeared out of nowhere, she would find it hard to believe that there weren't any seniors or elders behind them.

She couldn't afford to get into trouble.

At the betting booth, Aaron smiled and received a 512-fold increase in his money account, now totaling 64512, from the robot at the booth. His initial investment was only one hundred dollars.

"That's why people's hearts degenerate so quickly. With such a way of making money, how can even ghosts live in peace and prosperity?"

Aaron sighed softly, but the next moment, he frowned again.

Because Loren chose to continue the challenge, in other words, he's going to use three parts to fight against someone with ten parts again.

"Should we place a bet, or not?"

Old Aaron began to think.

He felt that since Little Red Dragon dared to challenge him, he must have been confident in his abilities, but even so, the huge gap between the two sides was still there!

It's hard to say who will win or lose.

“If the little guy wins but I didn’t bet, he’ll definitely complain to me. If he loses and I bet on him to win, then it’s his problem and he can learn a lesson.”

After thinking it over, Old Aaron took out the money he had just received and shoved it onto the 194 winning bet.

"I've bet everything."

"Are you sure? Right now, his odds of winning are only two, and he's likely to lose."

Over several rounds of matches, Loren's odds have been constantly changing.

The casino manager couldn't help but remind the white robot in front of him.

She didn't know why she couldn't help but remind him, as if he had some kind of special affinity that made her want to remind him not to make a mistake.

"It's alright. Since it came so easily, let it go just as easily."

Aaron didn't care about this. He hated gambling and had seen many people lose everything and fall into the abyss because of it.

All he could do was offer some help and physical support to the families of those gamblers, so that they would no longer be harassed by them.

His strength alone is still too weak.

After him, no druid successor like him emerged in the lower city. A few mages and warlocks did appear, but once they succeeded, they moved away from this quagmire with their families.

Only he remains here.

On the stands, Loren exchanged a javelin from the general treasury as a weapon and simply held it in his hand.

His opponent, a dark green robot, chose the underhanded tactic of flying right from the start.

"That's interesting. Are they trying to ward off telepathy by having wild thoughts, and then let the machine's flight control module avoid them on its own?"

Loren was somewhat surprised; the person behind this ring was quite skilled.

How did you figure out the involvement of telepathy so quickly?

She not only has professional skills, but also a wide range of knowledge.
"Unfortunately, the flight control module relies on computing power, and as a third-tier mage, plus a dragon who constructed the prototype of the magic energy heart, my computing power is also above yours!"
Loren raised his hand, his golden dragon eyes flashing with excitement. He knew he only had one chance to attack.

Under the passive effect of the Alien Weapon Mastery skill, Loren pushed the acceleration modules in his legs and hands to the limit, providing the most suitable kinetic energy.

Loren adjusted his stance, channeling all his strength into this strike.

"Go away!"

The black javelins drew a beautiful arc across the sky, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound.

The creature floating in the sky knew that in order to avoid the opponent's telepathy, he had to rely entirely on the flight control module he had exchanged, without carefully observing the direction from which the spears were coming!

This is the bond he has formed with the robotic body that he has fought alongside for many years!

"Bang! Crack!"

Clearly, his belief wasn't very effective.

(End of this chapter)