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Three days passed in the blink of an eye at the Shanghai International Expo Center.

The main stadium has been transformed into a fighting arena, with an octagonal steel ring, 15 meters in diameter, standing in the center, surrounded by tiered stands packed with people. A large LED screen hangs from the dome, playing promotional videos for each team.

Li Yichen, wearing a baseball cap and with his hands in his pockets, followed Chu Feng into the cargo passage.

Chu Feng pushed a black, fully enclosed transport box with only a "Future Technology" label on it. There was no logo or promotional poster; it looked as plain as a moving company's goods.

The organizing committee arranged for them to be in a corner of Section B.

The Titan Dynamics booth next door occupied half of the aisle, with five or six engineers in matching black polo shirts bustling around. A huge backdrop displayed a full-body photo of the Skybreaker, with the English phrase "The future of combat robotics" below.

Further on was the main booth of Zhongqing, which was even more extravagant. They set up a mini stage with three spare models displayed side by side and a row of flags.

Chu Feng pushed the transport box into place, glanced back at the scene, and his lips twitched.

"Boss, this is way too shabby."

"It won't be so shabby when we unpack it later."

Li Yichen patted the lid of the box.

At 10:00 AM, each team conducted its routine check-in and inspection.

The judging panel, accompanied by technical staff, visited each booth. When they reached the corner of Section B, Li Yichen pressed the unlock button on the lid, the pressure valve hissed, and the sides of the box opened.

The silver-white Terminator stood upright from inside the box.

There is no bionic skin.

It is not encased in an outer shell.

The pure titanium alloy skeleton, exposed to the light, revealed every artificial tendon and every energy conduit in minute detail. The miniature hydrogen fuel cell in the center of the chest cavity emitted a cool blue glow, while the two dark red optical sensors on the head resembled two unblinking eyes.

Standing at 1.8 meters tall on the support frame, his metallic body reflected the cold white light of the fluorescent tubes.

There was silence for about two seconds.

Then the crowd surged in.

The first to swarm around were the engineers from the neighboring teams, followed by reporters who had caught wind of the situation, who shoved their cameras and microphones at them.

"What is this thing? Is this also a fighting robot?"

"It doesn't even have a shell, just a skeleton?"

"No, look at that joint structure—the precision is off; this isn't civilian-grade..."

A reporter carrying a camera squeezed to the front and filmed the Terminator from head to toe, muttering, "This thing doesn't look like it's here to compete; it looks more like a killer straight out of a science fiction movie."

Someone nearby chimed in, "Without an outer shell, how can it withstand a beating? It's probably just a half-finished product thrown together to make up the numbers."

Li Yichen stood next to the shipping container, drinking mineral water, his hat pulled low, ignoring everyone.

Thirty meters away.

At Titan Dynamics' booth, a white man in his early forties put down his tablet and glanced in their direction.

Jack Morrison, Head of Titan Dynamics Asia Pacific.

His assistant leaned over and whispered something, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Future technology? The company that makes batteries and chips?"

"Yes, that company in Daxia with a valuation of trillions is competing in a cross-industry event."

Jack's lips twitched slightly as he looked away from the Terminator and patted his assistant on the shoulder.

"It's just a toy made by a battery company. Tell the team not to get distracted; Optimus Prime will be waiting for everyone in the finals."

When he said this, the microphone for the live broadcast room was set up three meters away.

The live chat exploded.

What's so great about that? Let's finish the competition first, okay?

Don't you know who the boss of Future Tech is?

[Exactly, are making chips and making robots the same thing? Different fields require different expertise.]

[Waiting to be proven wrong, screenshots as proof]

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The group stage officially began at 1 p.m.

The Terminator was placed in Group D, and their first opponent was "Iron Bull".

The robot, created by a second-tier domestic robotics company, is larger than the Terminator and focuses on strength. It weighs 420 kilograms and its arms are covered with 3-centimeter-thick alloy armor.

On the arena.

The referee raises his flag.

"Three, two, one—Go!"

The Iron Bull took the lead, its two thick mechanical legs pushing off the ground as it charged forward, its right arm gathering power to deliver a powerful frontal punch.

The Terminator didn't move.

Just standing there.

boom--

The sound of metal clashing against metal echoed through the stadium, and the first three rows of audience members instinctively shrank back.

Iron Bull's fist armor shattered.

Alloy fragments flew out, some bouncing off the ring railing with a clanging sound.

The Terminator didn't budge an inch, not even a millimeter shift in its center of gravity.

next second.

It raises its left arm and pushes its palm flat.

The movements were as light as shooing away a fly.

The 420-kilogram Iron Bull was launched three meters into the air, its back slamming into the guardrail, shaking the entire arena. The Iron Bull slumped in a corner, all indicator lights extinguished, and the system crashed.

The entire process took four seconds.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Then came a deafening chorus of exclamations.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments so fast that it was impossible to see anything clearly.

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Group D, second match.

Opponent: South Korea's Star Heavy Industries, "Iron Fist".

A speed-type fighter, runner-up in the Asia-Pacific regional qualifiers, known as "the fighting robot with the fastest punching speed".

At the start, Iron Fist threw a series of punches, six high-speed strikes, each with a loud thud and unpredictable trajectory.

The Terminator remained standing still.

But its arms were moving.

The movements were so small that they were almost imperceptible to the naked eye—left parry, right block, wrist raise, elbow tilt—six attacks, six perfect interceptions, so precise it was like a pre-written script.

In the commentary booth, the specially invited professor of robotics engineering pushed his glasses up to his forehead and leaned forward to watch the replay on the screen.

"No... This isn't a pre-programmed sequence; it's real-time calculation. It predicts the opponent's punch trajectory—and with millisecond-level accuracy. This motion control algorithm is at least five to ten years ahead of the current industry."

Before the words had even finished, the words were spoken.

The Terminator reached out with his right hand and grabbed Iron Fist's wrist.

With a gentle twist.

Click.

The Iron Fist's entire forearm was ripped off at the shoulder joint.

The cable snapped, sparks flew, and Iron Fist collapsed onto the ring with one arm.

The engineers from Xinghe Heavy Industry stood on the sidelines, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

The number of viewers watching the live stream exceeded 30 million.

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Group D, third match.

Opponent: Team Two, "Breaking Wind".

The team controlling the Windbreaker had clearly watched the replays of the first two matches, and they started by creating distance, attempting to use mobility to delay and wear down the enemy.

Useless.

The Terminator moved.

Sidestep, crouch, flank—a series of fluid movements, much faster than the previous two matches.

A knee strike landed squarely on the Windbreaker's abdomen.

The Windbreaker was overturned and fell to the ground.

The Terminator stepped on its chest armor, the force of which just triggered the pressure sensor's upper limit.

The referee blew the whistle, and the player was technically knocked down.

Group D won all three matches. Total time: less than twenty seconds.

Backstage rest area.

Li Yichen leaned back in his folding chair, legs crossed, a can of iced cola in his hand. Chu Feng stood beside him, scrolling through his phone, glancing up at him every now and then, hesitant to speak.

"Say whatever you want to say."

Chu Feng swallowed hard. "Boss, isn't our robot... a little too powerful?"

"Too strong?"

"It's not that I think it's too strong, it's just...it feels like an adult hitting a child in kindergarten."

Li Yichen took a sip of cola, smiled, and didn't reply.

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The quarterfinal matchups have been announced.

Terminator's quarterfinal opponent - Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, "Musashi".

Each arm is equipped with a high-hardness alloy short sword, focusing on precision swordsmanship techniques.

Game start.

Musashi crossed her twin swords and slashed at high speed. The blades drew sparks across the Terminator's ribcage, leaving several shallow white scratches.

A gasp rippled through the audience.

"The Terminator is going to suffer!"

"That's an alloy knife! Can the frame withstand it?"

The comments section was divided into two opposing camps arguing.

But Li Yichen sat backstage, his lips not even twitching.

Ling'er's voice came from the watch, her tone languid: "Brother, Musashi's slash interval is fixed at 0.3 seconds. It's too predictable. I'm almost embarrassed to beat it."

"Then don't be shy."

The moment the seventh strike landed.

The Terminator turns to the side.

He precisely gripped the back of the knife with his right hand.

He gripped the sword-wielding arm of the Musashi with his left hand.

Two hundred kilograms of grip strength.

The alloy handle deformed in the palm of the hand, emitting a harsh, metallic twisting sound.

The Terminator pulled the knife from Musashi's hand.

Then—he thrust it in with his backhand.

The blade plunged into the Musashi's chest, sparks flew, and the internal wiring was severed.

The Musashi collapsed and did not rise.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

-

The semifinalists have been announced.

The "Terminator" of future technology.

Titan-powered "Optimus Prime".

The "War God" of the Zhongqing family.

The "Iron Cross" of German Rheinmetall.

That evening, Jack Morrison posted a close-up photo of Skybreaker clenching its fist on Twitter.

Caption: "Tomorrow, we break the Terminator."

Chinese and foreign netizens exchanged insults in the comments section, and the topic immediately went viral on social media.

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Tomson Riviera, dinner.

Miao Miao jumped off the sofa with her tablet in her hand, ran to the dining table with her slippers clattering, and shoved the screen in front of Li Yichen.

"Look, bro! Your robot stole their knife! So cool!"

The screen is playing a slow-motion replay of the Terminator stabbing himself in the chest.

Li Yichen chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair. "Looked pretty violent, didn't scare you, did you?"

"No way! Miaomiao thinks it's super cool!"

Footsteps could be heard at the restaurant entrance.

Ji Yanran leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Tomorrow's semi-final will be against Titan Dynamics' Skybreaker."

She paused for a moment, her gaze becoming serious.

"Everyone online is saying that the robot knocked down its opponent in three seconds, and many people are worried for you."

Li Yichen picked up a piece of pork rib, took a bite, and spoke casually as if he were just saying the weather was nice.

"It knocked down its opponent in three seconds, which means its opponent was too weak."