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The second day of the competition, the semi-finals.

The main venue of the Expo Center was packed with people, even the aisles were full, and the number of viewers in the online live broadcast room exceeded 80 million.

Future Tech vs. Titan Dynamics: the absolute highlight of the top bracket. Global media cameras were glued to both sides of the ring.

Li Yichen, wearing a black hoodie, was tucked into a folding chair at the far end of the players' bench. A single Bluetooth earphone was plugged into his left ear, and he casually tossed and caught a water bottle in his hand a couple of times.

Ling'er's voice came through the headphones, mixed with the crackling sound of the microphone.

"Brother, I just went through the fourth-generation neural network algorithm of the Skybreaker again. Its reaction speed is 120 milliseconds, which is three times faster than the ones from yesterday. But compared to us, it's still a nobody."

Li Yichen responded, unscrewed the bottle cap to drink water, and looked across the arena to the opposite side.

Titan Dynamics' preparation area resembled a multinational shareholders' meeting. A dozen or so people were dressed in suits, and three assistants moved back and forth with tablets, taking notes.

Jack Morrison was standing on the sidelines, gesturing towards the CNN camera.

The amplification equipment throughout the venue carried his fluent English to every corner.

"Today, let the world see what true artificial intelligence combat looks like. That iron skeleton of Great Xia, which doesn't even have an outer shell? I respect my opponent, but the Skybreaker will teach it a lesson in physics."

The translated subtitles were simultaneously displayed on the large screen in the dome.

A chorus of boos erupted from the domestic audience seats.

The live stream chat was scrolling by at lightning speed.

[Don't act so high and mighty. The Iron Fist was bragging about the same thing yesterday.]

To be fair, the Skybreaker is indeed formidable; its three-second KO in the North American competition is no joke.

[Don't crash! The Terminator's size is a huge disadvantage.]

The referee raised the red and yellow flag.

Both robots enter the arena.

The Skybreaker was the first to step onto the ring. It had a matte black paint job and a gold-plated logo on its chest. Its arms were more than twice the thickness of a Terminator's. Weighing four hundred kilograms, each step caused the ring's steel plates to vibrate slightly. The dull, mechanical clanking sound exuded a violent aesthetic.

Several people in the front row of the audience gasped.

The Terminator emerged from the other side of the passage.

No paint, no logo. The bare, silver-white titanium alloy skeleton gleamed coldly under the overhead lights. Artificial tendons and energy pipelines were clearly visible. The miniature hydrogen fuel cell inside the chest cavity emitted a faint blue glow. Two dark red optical sensors slowly swept across the entire area, like a metallic beast selecting its prey.

One in black, one in white. One heavily armored, one bare-bones.

The two are facing off in the very center of the ring, creating an intense sense of visual pressure.

The comments section went completely crazy.

Even sci-fi movies wouldn't dare to film something like this!

[The Terminator is cool, but with that size difference, can he really win?]

The red and yellow flag was lowered. A sharp whistle pierced the stadium.

The Skybreaker started moving.

The speed completely surpassed the expectations of all yesterday's opponents. Driven at full power by the fourth-generation neural network algorithm, it delivered a three-hit combo within 0.8 seconds.

Swing left, straight right, hook.

The force of the punch was so strong that it created a sharp, piercing sound as the air was compressed.

The final uppercut landed squarely on the Terminator's left shoulder armor.

boom.

With a muffled thud, metal fragments, accompanied by sparks, flew half a meter away.

The Terminator's machine was pushed back half a step by the immense force. Its left foot plowed a conspicuous white mark on the steel plate of the arena.

The whole place erupted.

The screams ripped the roof off.

The Terminator has been driven back!

【Oh no, I've broken through!】

[The speed of the Skybreaker is outrageous; it's not even in the same dimension!]

Jack Morrison stood on the sidelines, arms crossed, a smug smile playing on his lips. He turned to his assistant and whispered something, then the two of them burst into laughter.

Front row of the VIP section.

Ji Yanran sat on the leather chair, her ten fingers gripping the strap of her handbag tightly on her knees, her knuckles turning white.

Chu Feng, standing next to him, had his back ramrod straight and his neck stretched out.

Corner of the players' bench.

Li Yichen remained seated, still clutching the mineral water bottle in his hand.

"Brother, those three punches it just threw, the total force was about 480 kilograms," Ling'er reported in the earpiece, her tone laced with disdain. "Our Terminator can deliver two tons of force with a single punch at full power. Those three punches from it were like a tickle."

Li Yichen hummed in agreement.

My gaze was fixed on the silver-white figure on the ring.

"Should we continue acting or—" Ling'er asked.

"I'm not acting anymore."

Li Yichen placed the water bottle on the ground, leaned forward, and touched his lips to the headset microphone. He spoke very softly, directly cutting into the Terminator's underlying control system via the built-in communication link.

"Ling'er".

"exist."

"Tear it apart."

The Terminator moved.

Everyone noticed the change. It wasn't the movements, but the aura. In the previous three matches, including the beating they just received, they exuded a lazy and composed demeanor.

At that moment, the brightness of the two dark red optical sensors increased by a shade. They were burning red.

It got serious.

The next frame. The Terminator disappears from its spot.

It's not an exaggeration; the naked eye has completely lost sight of the target.

The commentator's mouth was open, but the words were stuck in his throat.

0.04 seconds later.

The Terminator appeared in front of the Skybreaker, less than half an arm's length away.

With his right palm out, five titanium alloy fingers gripped the left arm joint of the Skybreaker.

Then, pull outwards with force.

No twisting, no bending. Pure, irrational physical tearing.

A sickening metallic snapping sound pierced the arena. The entire left arm of the Skybreaker was ripped off at the shoulder joint. Thick cables snapped, sparks flew, and black hydraulic oil lashed out in a semi-circular arc, splashing onto the steel plate of the arena.

The entire audience fell silent.

There was no pause. No time for anyone to catch their breath.

The Terminator raised his right knee and slammed it into the core armored area of ​​the Skybreaker's abdomen.

The 400-kilogram black machine was thrown off the ground by this knee strike, bouncing half a meter into the air.

Before the man even landed, the Terminator's left hand had already gripped the Skybreaker's right arm.

Another tug.

The second mechanical arm detached from the torso, flying off the ring with a piece of broken shoulder armor, slamming heavily against the side railing before bouncing twice to stop.

The Skybreaker, having lost both arms, tilted and plummeted through the air.

The Terminator's right fist was fully charged. Facing the falling black chest, he delivered a powerful downward punch.

boom.

The power of this punch was completely different from the previous ones.

The Skybreaker's three-centimeter-thick main armor plate, as if struck head-on by a high-speed train, dented sharply inward, shattered, and exploded. Core circuit boards and tiny components sprayed wildly from its back.

The momentum has not yet subsided.

The shattered hull of the Skybreaker was firmly pinned to the steel plate of the arena by this punch, creating a human-shaped dent with its edges rolled back. Limbs and parts were scattered all over the ground, turning it into a pile of scrap metal emitting charred sparks.

From the moment the words "Tear it apart" were uttered until the Skybreaker was reduced to scrap metal.

Twenty-three seconds.

More than 8,000 audience members were present at the event, and tens of millions of viewers watched the live stream.

A collective silence fell.

The air froze for a full four seconds.

Immediately afterwards, screams, cheers, and whistles erupted, creating a chaotic, boiling cacophony.

The Titan Dynamics team on the sidelines were completely dumbfounded.

An assistant dropped his tablet, shattering the screen, without even glancing down. Several engineers stood with their hands on their heads, their jaws nearly dropping to their chests.

Jack Morrison's smug expression froze, replaced by shock, blankness, and a flurry of emotions. His hands hung limply at his sides, his ten fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Two seconds later, his expression shifted to an ugly mix of humiliation and rage.

He turned around, grabbed the engineer next to him by the collar, and yelled at him in English.

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! It cheated! That robot definitely used a power system that exceeded the competition specifications! I want to file a complaint! I want the competition organizers to investigate!"

He has an extremely loud voice.

The translated subtitles were displayed simultaneously on the big screen.

The domestic audience immediately retaliated, with a barrage of boos and jeers.

The other engineers at Titan Dynamics seemed to snap out of a daze and swarmed towards the referee team, shouting various English protest slogans. The scene descended into chaos.

Li Yichen sat in the players' seat, listening to the shouts from the other side, and didn't rush to get up.

Through the earphones, Ling'er chuckled mischievously: "Brother, they're getting anxious, they're saying we cheated."

"I heard you."

He stood up from his chair.

This action was like a signal, drawing all the cameras and tens of thousands of eyes to the scene.

Li Yichen took off his headphones and hung them around his neck, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly onto the ring.

The Terminator stood in the center of the scrap heap, a few drops of its opponent's hydraulic fluid clinging to its silver-white skeleton. A dark red sensor turned and aimed at it.

Li Yichen reached out and patted its shoulder armor, then turned around to face the direction of Titan Power.

Under the gaze of eight thousand people, he spoke. His voice, transmitted clearly through the stadium's sound system, reached the ears of everyone present.

"Mr. Jack, you just mentioned cheating, right?"

Jack Morrison was called out, and he stopped abruptly, straightened his back, and glared at him.

"The output data of your machine far exceeds the specifications reported for the competition, this—"

"I have a question for you," Li Yichen interrupted him, his tone flat. "Have you watched the first three matches?"

Jack paused for a second, then said, "You saw it again—"

"Have you considered one possibility?"

Li Yichen tilted his head and laughed.

"For the first three games, it was just playing along with you."

The entire audience gasped.

Jack's face turned a deep purplish-red, and the veins on his temples throbbed.

Li Yichen didn't give him a chance to breathe and refute. He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and beckoned to Jack with his finger.

"You're not convinced? Fine, I'll give you a chance."

His gaze swept across the entire room, and he raised his voice by one notch.

"Bring up all the robots that Titan Dynamics brought this time."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

The live chat froze, then exploded a few seconds later.

Jack's pupils dilated as he stared intently at him.

Li Yichen continued speaking, his tone as casual as if he were buying cabbage on the street.

"If any one of your robots can beat it once in this arena—" he pointed to the Terminator beside him, "just once, and I'll admit defeat. How about it?"

The venue, which could hold 8,000 people, fell silent for a second.

The next second, a cacophony of noise, like an explosion, burst through the roof.

Jack Morrison was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. The engineering team behind him exchanged glances; some were pale, while others' eyes burned with rage at his words.

Jack gritted his teeth, turned his head, and quickly growled at his assistant in English.

The assistant hesitated for two seconds, then nodded emphatically.

The tournament organizing committee held an emergency meeting. Three minutes later, the broadcast announced that a special tournament format had been agreed upon: Titan Dynamics would send out all its spare units for a series of battles, while the Terminator would fight alone.

When the news broke, the crowds queuing outside nearly collapsed the security cordon. The number of viewers watching the live stream surged to 120 million.

Jack Morrison waved his hand heavily behind him with a cold expression.

Titan Dynamics’ cargo access gates rolled up.

One, two, three...

Eight Skyrocket series robots filed into the venue.

There are various models. There is a heavy armor version with thickened chest armor, a fast attack version with reduced weight and improved mobility, and a violent specialized version with both arms modified into alloy spiked hammers.

Eight matte black robots were lined up in a row below the arena.

The visual oppressive feeling is pushed to the extreme.

Jack walked to the edge of the ring, tilted his head back, and stared intently at Li Yichen on the platform. He spoke in heavily enunciated Chinese, as if squeezing the words out from between his teeth.

You'll regret it.

Li Yichen lowered his head, his gaze falling on his face.

He smiled.

She replied softly.

"I'll be waiting."