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The sixteenth day of the first lunar month.

Future Technology Group has fully resumed operations.

Li Yichen and Ji Yanran arrived at the new headquarters building one after the other early in the morning. As soon as the elevator doors opened, the building corridors were already bustling with people. Department heads were carrying folders and coffee cups, and all the work they had accumulated over the past two weeks was piled up for today.

Ji Yanran walked straight toward the conference room in her high heels, passing by him without turning her head.

"Senior management meeting at 9:30, are you coming?"

"I'm not coming."

"Alright, I knew you weren't going back. I'm going now."

Her figure disappeared into the end of the corridor, and the meeting room door was pushed open and then closed.

Li Yichen entered the CEO's office, closed the door, threw his coat on the sofa, sank into the boss's chair, crossed his legs, and took out his phone.

I checked my emails for ten minutes; nothing urgent.

The production lines at the three factories are operating at full capacity. Rare earth mineral crystals at the lunar base are being packaged and loaded. The orders for battle suits have been backed up for several months. Just a few days ago, the four major war zones placed another order for battle suits with Li Yichen, fifty units from each, for a total of two hundred battle suits. All projects are on track and he doesn't need to worry about them.

I'm too idle.

He logged out of his email and opened TikTok.

The first three are a funny compilation from the Spring Festival period, the fourth is a food review, and the fifth—

In the scene, a humanoid robot with a silver-gray body throws a right hook, slamming it into the chest armor of the opposing robot. Sparks fly, and the opponent is thrown to the edge of the ring.

The background music was explosive, and the barrage of comments was dense and numerous.

[Steel Summit: Global Robot Fighting Competition]

Li Yichen stopped using his thumb.

The video was posted by the official account of Zhongqing Robotics Group and was pinned to the top of the screen. The scene cuts to a pure gold belt slowly rotating under a spotlight, with the caption at the bottom reading "Champion's Prize - Worth Ten Million".

He scrolled down the comments.

"Zhongqing's marketing campaign has gone way too far; a pure gold belt—who wouldn't be tempted?"

"Only three days left to register! Several major domestic companies have already registered!"

"Titan Dynamics is here too, Musk's robotics company. This is going to be interesting."

Li Yichen's eyebrows twitched.

He clicked into the contestant list page and scrolled down one by one.

The Zhongqing Benjia team has registered, and their participating model is the "War God".

JD Smart has reported its results.

Dawei Group has filed a report.

Scroll down —

Titan Dynamics. The participating aircraft is the "Skybreaker".

A 30-second promotional video was attached to the side.

He clicked on it.

In the video, a dark-colored humanoid robot stands in the center of the testing field, towering over the engineers around it by about half a head. Its movements are so fluid they don't seem like those of a machine—it dodges left and right, then delivers a whip kick that sweeps across the test target, bending the steel plate in the process.

The last shot is a slow-motion replay: it takes 0.8 seconds for the Skybreaker's fist to go from activation to hitting the target.

The comments section exploded.

"Oh no, that movement is too smooth! How can a domestically made robot possibly fight that?"

"To be honest, no domestic company can handle a ship of this caliber."

"Stop bragging, okay? Zhongqing's War God isn't bad either."

"Not bad? Look at the punching speed of the War God, 1.2 seconds. It's left in the dust by the Skybreaker."

Is it so hard to admit the gap? They are just better than us.

Li Yichen removed his thumb from the screen.

He stared at the comment "Is it so hard to admit the gap?" for three seconds, then put his phone on the table.

A thought popped into my head.

Set up a simple Terminator and play this game.

The specs of the original Terminator are terrifying—something that even a grenade launcher can't kill is unfit for the ring; that's not a competition, it's slaughter. But what if you cut the power in half, remove the bionic skin, and leave only the metal skeleton…

With a single arm strength that can still reach over 200 kilograms and a reaction speed in the millisecond range, the AI ​​fighting system is still a game-changer.

Win the championship and show those sycophants in the comments section what a domestically made robot really is.

more importantly--

The game itself is the best GG.

After winning, we'll immediately establish a subsidiary specializing in security robots, and orders will come to us on their own.

The more he thought about it, the more confident he felt he could accomplish this.

He pushed the chair back, stood up, grabbed his phone, and walked out the door.

Inside the elevator, he pressed the button for the 66th floor.

"Ling'er".

"Hey bro." The watch lit up, and a chibi-style figure poked half its body out.

"Can you calculate for me, if the original Terminator's overall power is reduced by 50%, it only has a micro hydrogen fuel cell, no bionic skin, and a bare titanium alloy skeleton, what level of combat ability could it achieve?"

Ling'er tilted her head and calculated for two seconds.

"A single arm can output a peak weight of 210 kilograms, with a standby time of just over two years and a continuous full-power operation of about two months. As for the combat AI system—" She paused, her tone slightly ambiguous, "Brother, are you sure you want to use my algorithm in civilian robot combat competitions?"

"What's wrong?"

"That's a bit bullying."

"You bully them more?"

"To put it another way, the strongest fighting robots on the market have a punch reaction speed of around 300 milliseconds, while the simplified Terminator can reduce it to less than 40 milliseconds. This isn't a competition; it's a one-sided beating."

Li Yichen chuckled.

"Then beat them up."

The elevator doors opened.

Sixty-sixth floor, cleanroom.

White fluorescent lights shone on the silver-gray surface of the equipment, where three industrial machine tools stood side by side. The air was filled with the faint, metallic scent of cutting fluid.

Li Yichen changed into a dustproof suit and opened the materials cabinet.

Titanium alloy bars, carbon fiber composite plates, micro servo motor components, and a micro hydrogen fuel cell—all readily available stock.

He placed the materials on the worktable in batches and set a five-axis industrial machine to full power.

"Ling'er, get the skeletal structure diagram out and run it according to the simplified plan. You take over the auxiliary procedures."

"receive."

As the laser cutting pen fell, blue light drew the first arc on the surface of the titanium alloy sheet.

Sparks flew.

-

Eight hours later.

The workshop lights haven't changed, but the things on the worktables have.

A humanoid robot, 1.8 meters tall, stands quietly on the support frame.

Without bionic skin, the pure silver-white titanium alloy skeleton is exposed, with every artificial tendon and energy conduit clearly visible. Embedded in the center of the chest cavity is a miniature hydrogen fuel cell the size of a fist, from which a cold blue glow seeps.

The head features dark red optical sensors that resemble two unblinking eyeballs.

Something that came straight out of a science fiction movie.

Li Yichen walked around it, squatted down to check the range of motion of the knee and ankle joints, and then stood up to squeeze the fixing bolts of the shoulder servo motor.

"Ling'er, connect to the AI ​​core and run through the basic actions."

The silvery-white skeleton moved.

First came the fingers—the five metal knuckles bent and straightened one by one, producing a series of fine clicking sounds. Then came the wrists, elbows, and shoulders, the joints activating in sequence, like a sleeping metal figure being awakened by an electric current.

It raised its head.

The dark red sensor scanned the workshop and finally locked onto Li Yichen.

"Basic movement test, begin." Ling'er's voice came from the Terminator's built-in speaker, tinged with excitement.

The Terminator's movements—rotation, side shift, leg lift, leg retraction—are crisp and clean, without any unnecessary swaying.

"Combat reaction test".

Li Yichen pulled a one-centimeter-thick steel target plate from the shelf next to him and stood it two meters in front of the Terminator.

The Terminator retracts his right arm and gathers power in his waist—

boom.

The fist slammed into the center of the steel target. The entire target plate dented inward with a fist-shaped indentation, the edge clamps came loose from the impact, and the steel plate crashed to the ground.

Li Yichen walked over, picked it up, and looked at it.

The pit is about two centimeters deep.

"Thirty-seven milliseconds from the moment the punch lands," Ling'er reported.

He threw the steel plate back onto the shelf and clapped his hands.

"That's enough. Sign up."

"Under what pretext?"

"Future Technology"

"What about the entry video? You need to upload some qualification verification material."

Li Yichen thought about it.

"Film a short clip of it walking and throwing a simple punch, not too fast, not too hard, just something that looks ordinary."

Ling'er's holographic figure popped out of the watch, her two little hands supporting her cheeks, with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Brother, this is called pretending to be weak to catch a tiger."

"Call it whatever you want, just hand it in and you're done."

-

Fifteen minutes later, the registration was submitted.

Ling'er popped up the event information.

"The competition is divided into two stages: a group stage and a knockout stage. The competition will last for three days and will be held at the Shanghai International Expo Center. It will be broadcast live worldwide."

"And what about the main rivals?"

Ling'er projected three data cards onto her wristwatch.

"Titan Power's 'Skybreaker,' from the United States, won the North American qualifiers. Zhongqing's 'War God,' the host country's seed. South Korea's Galaxy Heavy Industries' 'Iron Fist,' the runner-up in the Asia-Pacific qualifiers."

"Who is the strongest among these three?"

"The Sky-Piercing Ship. It's not in the same league."

Li Yichen leaned against the workbench and ran his fingers over the dent in the steel plate.

"Okay, I understand. Book me passes for the venue three days from now. Pack the Terminators and have Chu Feng arrange a truck."

"Okay."

He was about to turn off the lights and leave when his phone vibrated.

Ji Yanran.

"Where have you been? The meeting's over and you've never been seen."

"The sixty-sixth floor."

"What are you doing going to the 66th floor?"

"We built a robot."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"...What?"

"I built a robot, ready to participate in a fighting competition."

There was a three-second silence.

"Are you serious?"

"I've already submitted my registration."

Ji Yanran's breathing came through the receiver, and Li Yichen could almost picture her rubbing her temples.

But the next second, her tone changed.

Which competition?

"The 'Steel Summit, Global Robot Combat Competition,' organized by Zhongqing, will be held at the National Expo Center in three days."

"Global live stream?"

"right."

Two more seconds of silence followed.

"I brought the brand team to the site."

really.

"You reacted quickly."

"Nonsense, this level of exposure can't be bought with money. Can your robot even fight?"

You'll see when you get there.

He hung up the phone.

-

the next day.

The news of "Future Technology Registration for the Competition" has caused a stir online.

The topic trended on Weibo for half a day, and the comment section was in complete chaos.

"Future technology? That company that makes batteries and chips? Just dabbling in something new?"

"When has Mr. Li ever disappointed anyone? I'm just waiting to see him prove me wrong."

"Are you kidding me? Robot combat and chip manufacturing are two completely different things. You need to specialize in something, don't you understand?"

"They're just trying to ride the coattails of the hype. The Skybreaker could smash their tin can to pieces with one punch."

Titan Dynamics' official social media account posted an update.

The accompanying image is an old photo of the Skybreaker smashing an enemy robot into pieces, with a line of English text below:

"Welcome all new friends. See you on the stage."

The provocation is palpable even through the screen.

Li Yichen was sitting on the sofa in his office eating an apple when he saw this post.

He stared at the picture for two seconds, smiled, and tossed his phone onto the coffee table.

The watch lit up.

Ling'er's little figure squatted on the edge of the watch face, holding a document in her hand.

"Brother, the intelligence has been updated."

"explain."

"The Titan Dynamics' Optimus Prime, which is participating in this competition, is equipped with Musk's latest fourth-generation neural network combat algorithm. In the North American qualifiers, it knocked down its opponent in three seconds, and foreign media gave it the nickname 'the unbeatable fighting machine'."

She paused, then added.

"Its reaction speed is three times that of a human."

Li Yichen leaned back on the sofa, took a bite of the apple, and it was crunchy.

"What about ours?"

"More than seven times."