Nero of course knew who Clara was, but as things stood right now, he shouldn't have known her.
Here, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Grizzly as he said, "Why are you so sure I'll definitely lose?"
Seeing this, Dr. Dig once again began commentating,
"Facing Grizzly's provocation, our 'White Strip Riding the Waves' does not retreat at all and bravely responds! It seems that contestant 'White Strip Riding the Waves' is full of confidence!"
Hearing this, Nero immediately knitted his brows tightly.
He wasn't some mechanical creation like Grizzly, one that had developed a bit of simple intelligence and would experience things like a 'suspected urge to curse.'
As someone who spoke his mind directly, Nero turned his head and shouted at Dr. Dig,
"Shut up, you idiot! You're so annoying! Can you stop repeating that title already? Just how full of yourself are you about this nickname you came up with without even thinking it through?!"
"Ah?"
Dr. Dig froze on the spot. The passion of his commentary vanished without a trace, and the entire rhythm of the match was cut off right there.
Well, this was Nero.
If it were Dan Heng, he would probably have been too lazy to even bother with this.
But Dr. Dig was quick-witted. In less than a few seconds, he thought of a solution. Using a deliberately humorous tone, he tried to ease the awkwardness and bring the atmosphere back,
"Looks like this young contestant really doesn't like the nickname 'White Strip Riding the Waves .' Since that's the case, how about we change it to something else, something similar to your partner's? Let me think… how about 'Smiling White Little Dragon'? What do you think?"
"'Smiling White Little Dragon' isn't any better than 'White Strip Riding the Waves' either..."
Nero stretched out his hand, pointed at Dr. Dig through the cage, and said slowly, word by word, "My name is Nero. Say my name properly. If I hear you randomly calling me by nicknames again… I'll beat you up!"
"Ah haha... seems that contestant Nero doesn't like having a nickname of his own… then let's just look forward to his performance in the match." Dr. Dig chuckled awkwardly and went along with it.
This time when he spoke, he directly used Nero's real name.
This scene temporarily disrupted the audience's heated discussion about combat power. They suddenly felt that this kid was actually kind of interesting.
But it was only for a moment. Very quickly, the crowd shifted their attention back to guessing who would win.
After all, the people who came here to watch fights were all warmongers at heart. Even if they decorated their rooms with macho pink, it wouldn't change that fact.
March, however, frowned slightly and said to Stelle beside her, "Nero seems to really hate those titles. They actually don't sound that bad. If we went up to fight, would the audience give us a couple of nicknames too?"
Stelle lowered her eyes slightly, looking thoughtful. After a moment, she raised her head again and looked very seriously at March as she said, "I think… those kinds of nicknames are really not something you can enjoy."
"Like Cold-Faced or Smiling Pink Little Dragon, or Pink Strip in the Ice, could you really accept something like that?"
"Uh..." After hearing the examples Stelle gave, March opened her mouth slightly, her pupils trembling.
She tried to imagine those nicknames landing on herself, the surrounding audience cheering for Little Pink Dragon and Little Pink Strip, and then raised her hand to clutch her head, revealing a pained expression.
"Then let's forget it. The taste is way too bad."
Clearly, even a beauty like March couldn't really enjoy such nicknames.
The scene returned to the arena.
After lecturing Dr. Dig, Nero turned his gaze back to Grizzly.
Noticing this, Grizzly also realized that the conversation could continue.
Although it didn't really understand what meaning there was in the earlier exchange between Nero and Dr. Dig, it respected it.
A red glow shot out from Grizzly's eyes hidden within its armor. Like X-rays, the light swept over Nero's body. Then, supported by its massive database and computing power, it had already grasped Nero's height, weight, arm span, and other physical parameters, as well as the limits an average human could reach with such a build.
After obtaining some data that should reasonably apply to Nero, Grizzly confidently said, "Your height is one hundred and fifty-five centimeters, your weight is around forty-five kilograms. Judging from muscle density, your maximum strength does not even reach the average level of an adult male."
"But I, Grizzly, as an automated soldier that charges into battlefields, have had physical capabilities far exceeding those of ordinary adult males since the moment I left the factory."
"Even a Silvermane Guard strongman over two meters tall and weighing more than a hundred kilograms would be unable to shake even a single lever of mine."
"What's more, my body is cast from sturdy metal and steel, equipped with a large number of weapons and scanning devices, and I possess powerful core computing power."
"Under such a comparison, you have absolutely no possibility of defeating me."
Dr. Dig continued his commentary, "Good! The two contestants continue their exchange! Grizzly truly deserves its status as a seeded contestant."
"Everything it said sounds flawless. If it were facing an ordinary human, these words would have completely clarified the situation and declared the outcome of the match."
"But does our volunteer contestant Nero have something extraordinary about him? Let us wait and see!"
Clearly, Nero could not be treated as an ordinary human.
Under the system's enhancement, his growth in strength, his control over elements, and the power he had gained earlier were not reflected on the surface at all.
Suddenly, Nero's expression sharpened. He slightly bent his body, raised his hand, palm facing Grizzly, fingers spread, the pads of his fingers pressing against Grizzly's armor.
If Grizzly were viewed as a person, the spot Nero was pressing now would roughly be the stomach.
"Since that's the case, then let me show you what it means that there's always someone stronger out there."
"But since you're a pretty decent guy for a robot, I won't use my full strength."
When Dan Heng saw Nero's movement, he knew that his fellow townsman was about to make a move. So the moment Nero spoke his first word, he summoned the long spear, Cloud-Piercer.
Dan Heng stepped forward, swung the spear in his hand, its movements broad and sweeping, swift as the wind. With a single move, he sent those Automated Soldier, Spiders flying.
"Our contestant Nero has raised his hand and seems to be preparing to attack!"
"Oh? 'Cold Dragon Young' strikes first, wielding the long weapon in his hand and unleashing Autumn Wind Sweeps Away Fallen Leaves, swiftly and decisively defeating the Mechanical Squad's spiders!"
Dr. Dig continued commentating with all his might, and while he was doing so, Nero also moved.
This time, the boy did not rely on the wind's momentum, but purely on the strength of his physical body.
Nero twisted his body, his gaze focused, let out a muffled grunt, and then pushed forward with one palm.
In the next instant, something happened that made the audience's eyes nearly pop out. The sound of metal deforming and parts breaking apart rang out almost at the exact moment Nero pushed his palm.
Grizzly, positioned in front of Nero, was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing through the cage on the arena and rolling all the way to the corner of the wall before finally stopping.
At this moment, although Grizzly could still operate, the armor on its surface was already warped and caved in, with faint arcs of electricity flickering across its body.
And at the center of that dent, five holes the size of fingers were clearly visible.
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