The Empress

Chapter 251 The True Face of Machine Martial Arts

With a light wave of his hand, on the long and continuous arena, the protective shields were extinguished one by one, and the warriors and alien races who were fighting for life and death on the arena suddenly disappeared.

Only now did the students realize that for Yunsu's sake, "they" are different from us!
Because those are just images!

"That's right, I was the one who was injured in the first arena just now." Behind the half-alloy mask, the instructor's voice became more and more cruel.

"Almost all the people who were trained on this starship together are here now." The instructor, who looked quite young, suddenly felt a little sad.

"How many of the [-] Jifushi can survive to this day?"

Inside the alloy cabin, there was silence.

Young instructor, walk around slowly.

The metallic light on his face and his stern face made this huge empty cabin even colder.

"I know that you have enjoyed a peaceful life for countless years!"

"You practice machine martial arts for more resources, higher social status, and more material wealth."

"Of course, many of you are, and are not, philistines."

"Some people do it for revenge!"

"Some do it to improve the lives of their own family members."

"Some people want to get rid of their enslaved status and become citizens, even nobles, so that they are no longer oppressed."

Speaking of this, the young instructor was faintly excited.

"I know that many of you have cursed the ugly hierarchy of the empire countless times in your heart!"

"Everyone is born equal, why do some people become slaves just because they don't have the talent to practice martial arts!"

There was silence.All the people here are actively suppressing their machine martial arts to the three sin machine assistants, just for higher potential and a more brilliant future.But they always have some companions that even the three criminals can't reach. Over the years, they have seen too many people who have become slaves.

"Now, I'm going to tell you!"

"Machine martial arts have never been a tool for you to get promoted and get rich!"

"Not your weapon of revenge!"

"It's not your expectation for a better life!"

"From the day it was created, it was for fighting!"

"It's just to slaughter aliens!"

The young instructor who has always been gentle, is now outraged!
"Mecha! It's the murder weapon!"

"Mechanical martial arts! Mecha is force, it is the art of massacre!"

The black-faced instructor looked up at the young instructor on the high platform, and what he saw was not his eerie half-alloy iron face, but his veined hands.

On the railing of the stand, the arm-thick alloy railing has long been pinched and twisted.

The black-faced instructor was silent.

Back then, the dark battles and endless killings left everyone who survived with a deep psychological shadow.

It's like he still refuses to fade his scorched complexion.

Those half-broken muscles under the iron face, and that face that was always aching, were all memories they would never forget.

The medical technology of the interstellar era, not to mention this little pain, as long as the brain is still intact, it is almost possible to recreate a body.

But some wounds never heal.

On the high platform, the young instructor said indifferently.

, "In the past, the reason why you were able to live peacefully and complain unscrupulously about the evil hierarchy was because there was another group of people who were fighting silently! Block all the aliens from your sight."

"Now, it's your turn to stop the alien invasion for others!"

"Congratulations, fortunately, the mechanical martial arts that you have practiced for a long time can finally be used for the most suitable purpose!"

The young instructor suddenly burst out laughing.

This laughter echoed in the increasingly indifferent and empty huge cabin, causing a faint chill in everyone's heart.

"Finally, I will give you a chance!"

"Is there anyone who wants to quit!"

The young instructor stopped laughing, looked around, and regained his smiling expression.

It's just that his incomplete face made this smile even more terrifying and disgusting.

There was a commotion among the students, who would have thought that things would develop to this scene

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost!" A voice suddenly came out from the crowd.

Lan Jiarui stepped forward suddenly, his youthful face shone with confidence.

"What is resisting aliens, what is fighting, and suddenly talking about these things to us, isn't it just to disturb our state of mind and cultivation?"

"Please tell me frankly, what is the real entrance test for Tianwu Academy?"

Lan Jiarui's eyes were extremely sharp. She pointed at Yunsu on the ring, "Don't compare this mentally retarded thing with me!"

"Your crude layout, I have seen through it a long time ago!"

Yunsu raised his head, and the two of them looked at each other hundreds of meters away.

Lan Jiarui's eyes were full of ridicule. This Yunsu couldn't even see through this simple psychological test.

Yunsu looked at her with pity.

"Layout?" The young instructor laughed.

"It's not important, you just need to tell me if you want to quit." His eyes curled up with a smile.

"That's right, I just want to quit, quit this game!" Lan Jiarui said with a sneer.

The young instructor pointed lightly, and a faint ripple penetrated the air.

"It's really a boring mental game..." Lan Jiarui opened his mouth, but he didn't have time to say the last sentence.

A hole suddenly appeared between her eyebrows, and then her body fell down without a sound.

A soldier behind her stepped forward and dragged her body down.

The automatic cleaning machine, shining red and white light, silently followed behind the soldier, cleaning up the red and white things on the ground.

The other soldiers remained motionless, as if such a scene was really not worth mentioning.

This is... too everyday.

Silence, dead silence.

The single eye of the young instructor swept across the audience.

Finally, there was still someone who parted the crowd and came forward.

"She is the heir of our Lan family, a quasi-mechanical warrior! You will pay the price..."

Pfft, a faint voice sounded.

Woohoo, an automatic cleaning machine slowly walked over and continued the familiar work.

This time it was the scholar holding the silk fan who made the move.

He gently blew on the fan, and the last drop of blood slipped quietly on the fan, allowing the fan to return to the beauty of mountains and rivers.

"Remove the Lan family." Gently putting away the silk fan, the instructor dressed as a scholar said softly.

A chill hit everyone's body.

No one doubted his decision.The two corpses that have disappeared are the best evidence.

Zizizizizi, the automatic cleaning machine is washing the ground meticulously to ensure that there is no trace of blood.

Hai Zeyuan licked his lips, his heart beating violently.

If the instructor in front of him hadn't stopped him quietly, he would have been the one who spoke for Lang Jiarui.

The instructors gave the students their first lesson with real blood.

Machine martial arts, from the beginning to the end, are born for killing!

　Writing tonight is a bit boring, over 600 words were wasted, sigh.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)