Chapter 42: Alpha Holy Hammer Prosthetic!

Arriving once again at the Wasteland City Arena, the atmosphere was as lively as ever.
Because the end of the season was approaching, there were even more people than before!
The battles inside were also far more intense!
This time, Su Cheng entered directly through the fighters' tunnel.
"Damn it, motherfucker, I really should've given him another blast and blown him to pieces!"
Inside the fighters' tunnel, it was crowded with death match fighters.
Many had just stepped down from the ring.
Whether victorious or defeated, almost all of them had to be carried out.
Every match here was a fight to the death!
Only when one side completely lost the ability to fight or chose to surrender could it end.
However, even if you chose to surrender, your opponent could still choose to kill you!
You could only pray that the other person would spare your life.
Yet here, that rarely happened!
This was Wasteland City combat!
Filled with nothing but violence and madness!
Zhu Shan'er remained extremely calm. Though she was only fifteen years old, she had already adapted to such a cruel environment.
Most of these death match fighters did not have the rose emblem on their chests.
When they saw the three blood-red roses on Zhu Shan'er's chest, they all cleared a path in awe.
Here, strength was the absolute law!
Age and gender—no one cared about such things!
Brainless couldn't help muttering, "This place is just like a slaughterhouse."
Indeed, there was no difference between this place and a slaughterhouse.
Except the animals had been replaced with humans—lower-class humans.
Soon, the three of them arrived at a VIP lounge designated for five-star fighters.
When Zhu Shan'er opened the door, three people and a robot were inside watching a match.
A young man, a chubby woman, and an elderly man.
The front of the lounge faced the massive combat arena directly.
This was a VIP lounge exclusive to five-star death match fighters!
"Sister Rose has gone to fight. Come on in, let's wait for a bit."
Zhu Shan'er led Su Cheng into the lounge.
"Crazy Loli, did you really manage to find a mechanic?"
In the room, a man whose eyes had been modified into microscopes looked Su Cheng and Brainless up and down mockingly.
Crazy Loli was Zhu Shan'er's moniker in the arena.
Because she fought with absolute disregard for her own life, coupled with the fact that she was only fifteen, people called her the Crazy Loli.
"Brother Su is the best mechanic in Wasteland City."
Zhu Shan'er didn't give the man an ounce of face.
Hearing this, the man grew even more disdainful.
He was also a mechanic; was Zhu Shan'er implying he was inferior to Su Cheng?
"Are you saying that this kid—who has only modified ordinary prosthetic eyes with everything else being completely organic—and this, this piece-of-junk robot picked from a garbage heap are better than me and my assistant?"
"Hahaha..."
With that, the man burst into laughter. "Look, his trashy robot is plastered with tools and even has a wrench stuck on its head. And you call that a mechanic?"
"You're the trash! Your entire family is trash!"
Brainless immediately fired back.
Su Cheng smiled faintly, too lazy to engage in a war of words with a stranger and waste his time and energy.
"You—what the fuck did you just say? A mere robot dares to attack a human? I'm going to smash you to pieces!"
The man glared angrily at Brainless, while his assistant robot stepped up beside him, hostility radiating toward Su Cheng and his companion. "Robots must not defy humans, and must not attack humans in any form. You have violated the laws."
In this old world, the only laws that existed were those constraining robots.
Brainless retorted disdainfully, "Violate your grandpa, you loser. Damn it, I curse my cousin every single day."
Old Chen was so furious he pointed at Brainless and demanded of Su Cheng, "You—what is wrong with this robot of yours?"
"Loli, your friends seem rather unfriendly."
At that moment, the young man walked over. "Old Chen is a renowned mechanic in the arena, not comparable to some stray cats and dogs from the outside. You shouldn't let yourself be fooled by certain people, especially those dragging weird robots around."
He was clearly referring to Su Cheng.
Brainless immediately shot back without any politeness, "I'm weird like a giant pineapple, you loser!"
Zhu Shan'er couldn't help letting out a couple of soft giggles.
Old Chen sneered. "Giers is right. In this day and age, there are too many swindlers. I haven't even seen your Sister Rose's prosthesis, let alone this guy. How old is he anyway? How many types of prosthetics could he possibly have seen?"
At this, Zhu Shan'er's smile vanished, and she said displeasedly, "Master Chen, you'd better show some respect. That goes for you too, Giers.
Brother Su and Mr. Goku are my most important friends."
Giers narrowed his eyes slightly at these words and glared fiercely at Su Cheng.
He was also a three-star death match fighter.
Yet upon seeing that Su Cheng didn't pay him any attention at all, a flash of anger crossed his eyes.
A survivor actually dared to ignore a three-star death match fighter!
"Alright, stop arguing."
At this point, the chubby woman interrupted the group and looked at Su Cheng. "Have a seat. You can watch Rose's match from here. When she comes back, you can have a try; the matches go by very quickly."
Su Cheng nodded and sat down with Brainless.
The sofa here was decent, though not as nice as Remi's.
Old Chen crossed his arms, regaining his confidence, and cast a disdainful glance at Su Cheng.
He was definitely a mechanic of some renown in Wasteland City!
Yet Su Cheng looked to be only around twenty years old, coupled with Brainless—who was covered in tools—such a bizarre combination couldn't possibly make him more skilled than himself.
He had never seen or even heard of anyone named Su Cheng.
"Sit down. After all, you've probably never sat on a sofa like this in your entire life."
Giers sneered as he sat down on a nearby sofa, picked up a glass of eighty-two-year-old Sprite, and took a sip.
Su Cheng looked toward the combat arena.
It was a massive circular ring.
The floor was made entirely of titanium-tungsten alloy!
The level of luxury was no less than that of the black market!
Surrounding it were spectator stands divided into four major zones, where people were shouting the name "Rose" at the top of their lungs.
Various colored cheering banners fluttered in the stands!
Above the arena floated a spherical holographic projection!
It projected the combat taking place in the arena so the audiences in the back could see clearly.
Suspended in mid-air was also a lifting platform where the host was passionately and energetically commentary-casting!
Down in the center, a tall woman dressed entirely in brown tight leather pants with a high ponytail leaped forcefully into mid-air.
She crossed her fists, and her gigantic prosthetic fists emitted a series of mechanical whirring sounds, revealing four exhaust ports.
Instantly, they spewed fierce flames!
Her entire body crashed violently down onto the ring!
*BOOM!*
A deafening roar echoed.
The people in the spectator stands instantly rose to their feet and roared wildly!
"Rose! Rose! Rose!"
Even inside the lounge, the tsunami-like cheers could be heard clearly.
Su Cheng frowned slightly; just now, when the fists were operating at boosted power, there seemed to be a slight malfunction.
"Sister Rose is a star of the arena. That is her finishing move; no one can block it!
However, her prosthesis has developed some issues, and that might affect her contention for the title of Combat King at the end of the season."
Zhu Shan'er explained from the side.
"Well? Do you recognize that pair of prosthetic arms?"
Old Chen teased from the side. "First time seeing them? You probably don't even know their tier, do you?"
Su Cheng nodded. "It is indeed my first time seeing the physical item. I've only read about them in books before."
"Books? Hahaha..."
Old Chen laughed heartily. "What books? There aren't even any schools left nowadays. Where did you read books? Were they passed down by your ancestors? Haha..."
Su Cheng replied calmly, "Pretty much. If I'm not mistaken, those are the Alpha Holy Hammer prosthetics manufactured by the Ursine Federation, equivalent in tier to our Class-A combat prosthetics."