The game has been going on for a while, and for the lazy robots, it will be the same for them no matter where they go, but they will continue to be chic in a different place.

They were just pretending to be in the ring, and most of their opponents were their emaciated human slaves.

In the ring, a tyrannical robot has not exercised for a long time, and the link between his limbs and torso has rusted, and a creaking sound can be heard with the slightest movement.

The human standing beside him looked to be old, hunched over, with white hair, trembling hands holding the ring, standing cautiously in the corner.

Human slaves like this are not uncommon on the thirteenth floor, most of them were caught here in the early years, when there was little human activity, and the purpose was only to help their masters simply clean the house and dispose of household garbage.

The cyborg in the ring had a bloody red glow in his one-eyed and slammed his fist twice on his chest in a demonstrative manner, and the jingle of parts colliding was heard.

And the old human man stood trembling in place, looking like he had been bullied by this tyrannical robot every day.

"Old fellow," the cyborg began, as he approached the old man's side step by step, the metal twisting and making a screeching sound, and even his speakers were a little old, and his voice was a little out of tune.

"You've been with me for more than ten years, don't worry, I won't want your life! I'll sell you to the autopsy factory so I can replace all these broken pieces of metal on me, oh, of course, don't worry, I'll fix you hard before then! ”

The robot said this sentence in a strange way, and with a sudden acceleration of his feet, he rushed straight towards the old man.

He is no longer so flexible in disrepair, but after all, he is a body of steel, and he doesn't know how much better it is than this old man who is in his old age.

He limped to his speed, raised his fist and punched the old man in the face.

The old man responded to the ground, and the only two remaining in his mouth also fell to the ground with bloodshots, and his dry chest continued to rise and fall, and finally spurted out a mouthful of black and red blood, and his head tilted and fainted to the ground.

The robot shook his head slightly, was his game just beginning and ending for him?

No.

He completely ignored the dissuasion of the staff on the field, and ignored the rules of the game, stretched out his dirty iron feet covered with mud, kicked the old man's waist one by one, and muttered in his mouth: "Get up, old fellow, weren't you very horizontal two days ago?" How? Do you think that you humans are in control of the world now? ”

His feet gradually became heavier, and the wound on the old man's body went from being slightly red to the ribs near his chest completely collapsed.

The robot became more and more crazy, and all he remembered in his mind was how he had been enslaved by humans in the early years, and those robots that had lost their use value were thrown into the shredder one by one like garbage, and turned into a pile of broken iron.

He had an emotion that he didn't know whether to call anger or resentment, and he used all his strength to kick the old man hard.

The poor old man never survived again, and died in a state of fainting.

The staff who were watching the game did not intervene much

After confirming death, he dragged the old man straight to the incinerator under the ring, and the flames burst out, and the man erased all traces of his existence in the world.

"Bastard, so unbeaten."

The crazy cyborg muttered and stood firmly on the edge of the ring, waiting for his next opponent to appear.

Immediately close to this arena is the arena between humans, and it is also the arena with the most appearances on the thirteenth floor.

In the past, human slaves relied on victory in exchange for a full meal, or the right to live and be free in a race of life and death.

Most of the people in this ring are lean young people, don't look at their thin figures, but after all, they work all day long, and their strength should not be underestimated.

And there are also the largest number of robots watching here, and on weekdays, you need to buy tickets to watch these human slaves fight, so that you can feel the taste of controlling everything, and today, this kind of free broadcast makes them addicted.

Under the ring, the owners of the two human slaves roared excitedly, they didn't want to see that kind of bloody scene today, they just hoped that their slaves could defeat as many humans as possible in exchange for their own benefit.

Standing on the stage were a man and a woman, both of whom were human slaves who had participated in boxing competitions and had some experience in martial arts.

The woman wore only a short skirt and a bandeau top, and there were faintly visible muscles on her arms, and her hair was messy, and she showed no less ferocity than her opponents.

The man was in his early thirties, he was originally a hunter, and after being captured back to Sky City, he was kept in captivity as a slave in boxing. He had brought a lot of money to his master, but he was not treated kindly, and the daily provincial capital was nothing more than a monotonous game.

"Kill her!" The male slave raised his arms and shouted, and there were still a number of gamblers wandering around the room, who had already secretly bet, and the supplicants would choose one of their own to offset the night's spending.

The girl attacked first, kicking her two thin legs and quickly approaching her opponent.

The first punch was thrown at him, but the hunter easily dodged it, and just as the people were about to cheer, the girl raised her knee and slammed it into the hunter's crotch with lightning speed.

She had long understood that she couldn't do this experienced hunter by relying on physical confrontation alone, so her fist was just a false shake, and the real killing move was in the leg!

This hunter has obviously been tricked, and this is the most vulnerable part of his body!

He didn't have time to dodge at all, so he took a heavy attack on his crotch, and suddenly squatted down slowly holding his crotch.

The girl took advantage of the victory and pursued, a sharp elbow blow to the hunter's jaw, and with a click, the hunter's jaw was shattered, and he let out a sharp scream and rolled to the edge of the field.

After all, it was a girl, although she was a boxer, but she couldn't see others in trouble, she thought of such an attack, this man should not be able to stand up for a while, so she relaxed her vigilance.

The hunter just rolled to the edge of the arena, and a robot rushed under the ring on the side, who was the hunter's owner.

He roared loudly, but the hunter was too badly wounded to stand up for a while.

"You bastard!

The robot angrily insulted, "If you win, I'll have three meals a day for the week, and I'll be able to take you to have fun in the evening!" ”

As he spoke, the cyborg lifted the corner of his coat, revealing a short dagger filled with cold light, which was thrust into the hunter's head less than an inch.

"If you don't stand up, I'll kill you personally!"

The staff had already begun to count the seconds, and the seconds were nearing the end. The girl was about to retreat to the entrance to wait for her next opponent, but the hunter struggled to her feet.

As a hunter, the physical fitness is naturally better.

He stared at his blood-red eyes, his shattered jaw crooked to the side, slowly bent down, pulled out a short dagger from the ring, and the violent tearing sensation from the ninja's crotch trotted all the way towards the girl.

At the same time, the girl, who could not hear the count, turned her head to see the hunter stabbing at her with his dagger with his ghostly face.

The girl hurriedly dodged and deftly dodged the hunter's attack.

"You're all like this, why bother?" The girl muttered softly, but the hunter had lost his mind.

Not only because of the threat of death and the temptation of a comfortable life, but also because he couldn't accept that he would be in front of a woman.

He let out a furious roar, turned around again, and slammed back.

The robots love this kind of human catch-and-kill scene the most, and the bright red blood is the thing that catches their attention the most.

As soon as they saw the hunter's madness, they whistled in anticipation of stabbing the girl to the ground.

Although the hunter's body is aching, his years of experience in actual combat can keep him calm at all times.

He stabbed as he carefully observed the direction in which the girl was dodging, and deduced the girl's movements.

'Now is the time! He shouted in his heart!

The girl had just dodged one of his attacks, so he immediately flicked the knife, and the girl dodged to the left side of the familiar one.

The hunter's fist slammed into the girl's face by surprise, blocking her path.

Then he bent over, turned around, and stabbed the girl in the chest.

I have to say that the hunter's physical fitness, just that punch, knocked the girl dizzy, and the girl who was confused for a while naturally didn't have time to dodge, and the dagger sank into her bulging chest.

Bright red blood poured out of the grooves of the dagger, and the girl fell to the ground with a wail of pain.

The robots in the audience let out a cheer, and the rapid churning of the scene mixed with blood made them excited.

The hunter whispered sorry, and slowly pulled the blood-soaked dagger out of the girl's body.

"Kill her!" The crowd shouted for a while, but the hunter remained unmoved.

His physical condition is not much better, and he is probably not able to participate in the next competition.

So in the shouts of victory from the staff, he flipped over the ring block and fell heavily to the ground.

The bleeding girl was also carried on a stretcher by the staff who arrived and taken to the medical cabin of the emergency center.

A large part of the reason for the brutality of the cyborgs to their human slaves is the presence of the medical pod, which can be untouched for two days after lying there, no matter what kind of injuries they take.

Otherwise, according to their approach, there would have been no signs of human activity on the thirteenth floor.