Chapter 118: The Fierce Clash of Super Robots

Seeing that their old friends had also ended their fights, Wu Jue and Te’er gathered together, bringing the twin brothers close once more.

“Well, you’ve been utterly defeated. By the looks of it, you’ve cooperated with us according to the terms,” Wu Jue said to the twins. “We’ve lost quite a bit of time; it’s about time we figured out how to leave.”

The twin brothers, heavily beaten, had no energy to speak, only sneering coldly: “So what if you won? You might as well kill us. Failing the mission and acting on your own leaves only one way out—death.”

Te’er frowned and said, “This world doesn’t have only one path leading to death. Try a different approach—give it a shot.”

He exchanged a look with Wu Jue, both understanding that after all they had been through, their perspectives had shifted greatly.

Meanwhile, Xun’er arrived with other wounded comrades. Seeing the scene, she complained, “The fight’s over already? That’s so boring! There’s nothing left for me to do.”

Wu Jue was about to offer some words of caution, but a stout man who had followed behind was unwilling to let it go. He leapt up in fury and shouted, “No, no! Our battle hasn’t even started yet! Little girl, how about you and I have a showdown?”

Xun’er frowned at him. “You? What’s the point? What fight?”

The stout man pulled out a toy and said, “There’s plenty to play with. Let me show you how powerful I am.”

He threw a pull-back toy car onto the ground. It sped straight toward Xun’er.

Seeing this, Xun’er thought, “Not bad. Let me play along.”

She waved her hand and cast a spell, conjuring a protective barrier out of thin air. The toy car was stopped at her feet. Just as she was about to revel in her success, the stout man suddenly produced a remote control and slammed a button, sneering, “Don’t get cocky. You think fighting me will be that easy? Let me show you what real power feels like.”

Instantly, the toy car grew larger, transforming into a real racing car. With full throttle, it crashed through Xun’er’s barrier.

Luckily, Wu Jue and Te’er had been on alert. One cast Mirror Light and pulled Xun’er away, while the other lunged forward and blocked the racing car, heaving it up into midair. The wheels spun furiously, kicking up clouds of dust.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Wu Jue hurled the racing car far away, smashing it into a building and reducing it to rubble.

“The opponent’s a control-type ability user. That remote control is strange,” Te’er said after rescuing Xun’er.

Xun’er nodded. “A hidden master, then. Time for a proper fight!”

She rolled up her sleeves, her enthusiasm ignited, ready to engage the stout man in battle.

Wu Jue stepped aside and said, “This is your battlefield. Be careful.”

Xun’er faced the stout man again and asked seriously, “Hey, before we start, what’s your name? I don’t want to defeat a formidable opponent without even knowing his name.”

The stout man sneered, “Now you want to know my name? You all just like to bully me for lacking presence! But I won’t change my name or abandon my surname. Call me Fat Tiger.”

“Seriously? Fat Tiger? Where’s Nobita then?” Xun’er couldn’t help but scoff. “Whatever. Come on, how do you want to settle this?”

Fat Tiger grinned, “You want me to choose? Then I won’t hold back.”

He glanced around, then pointed to the deepest part of the film city—apparently the sci-fi set area. He looked up at the prominent billboard and said, “I want to play mecha battle!”

With a wave of his hand, he threw down a toy that instantly transformed into a sleek robot before everyone’s eyes.

Its posture, outfit, and the little rifle—it was clearly a Gundam!

Without a word, Fat Tiger climbed into the Gundam’s cockpit and, controlling the massive robot, taunted Xun’er: “Scared now? My robot’s mighty. I can crush you with one stomp. Admit defeat and be my little girl.”

“Ptooey!” Xun’er stuck her tongue out at him. Though uncertain inside, she couldn’t show weakness. She immediately cast a spell, trying to conjure the image of a robot in front of her.

Seeing her effort, Wu Jue sighed. “Looks like I’ll have to step in.”

He roused his fighting spirit; his body instantly underwent a powerful transformation. His bones expanded as a mighty mech armor gradually enveloped him. He was now armed as a super-strong robot.

“My princess, allow me to serve you and defeat this guy,” he said politely to Xun’er.

Xun’er was thrilled, shouting, “I want to get inside and control it myself! That would be so exhilarating!”

Wu Jue scratched his head. “I’m not an empty shell robot. Where would you control from?”

He then had an idea: “Master, we’re spiritually linked. As long as you shout out your intentions, I’ll follow them.”

Was this some kind of real-life game?

Fat Tiger heard this and jealously snarled, “Enough talk! How’s this going to work? Wu Jue, are you fighting for Xun’er? Women are useless when it counts. Can you really make decisions for her? If I win, I have some very rude demands…”

Xun’er cut him off and jumped behind Wu Jue, raising her fist. “Wu Jue, don’t hold back. Give him a fierce left hook.”

A left hook? They were still two or three meters apart. How to punch?

Wu Jue had a sudden idea. He flicked a cannon from the palm of his left hand, aiming directly at the opponent. The shell arced through the air, defying gravity, and struck Fat Tiger squarely in the face.

Fat Tiger staggered back a step but became even more excited. He shouted, “What kind of cheap knockoff mecha dares to challenge me head-on? I’ll crush you!”

He raised his particle gun and unleashed a barrage of fire, riddling the surroundings with bullet holes. Wu Jue relied on his armor to block most of the bullets and asked, “Xun’er, what’s the next move?”

Dodging behind cover, Xun’er shouted, “Of course, counterattack! Big monk, don’t hold back—go all out! Beat him to a pulp!”

Wu Jue acknowledged and charged forward, conjuring a sharp sword of icy energy in his right hand. He slashed fiercely.

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