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The Legendary Robot Fighter with Optimal Universal System

Pablo yearned to follow in his father's footsteps, who had been lost at sea on his quest to become the greatest robot fighter in the world. However, the harsh realities of the world made him realize that there was more to life than just being a robot creator. He was betrayed by both his father's aide and his girlfriend, and losing the once-mighty da-Fonte Robotics to the enemy left him feeling worthless and bitter, as if he were nothing but a burden to his legendary family. Overwhelmed with grief, he retreated to his father's hometown, drowning in sorrow and consumed by regret. He resigned himself to a life of misery and was simply waiting for death. Just when he thought he had given up on life, a simple act of kindness in the small, backward town changed everything for him. Through this act, he discovered a new purpose and reason to keep going. And so, the birth of the legendary robot fighter began. When he thought everything was finally on the right path, he discovered a huge secret-- Robots were not meant for fighting in the ring alone, they have a higher purpose that carries the weight of mankind's survival. Then a question pops up in his mind. "Is this related to the disappearance of my father?"

_EverSmile · SF
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105 Chs

Fatality --Begone

"I know many of you couldn't wait for the fight to begin…." The chief judge began with a bright smile

"We also can't wait." He took a deep breath before he continued.

"This year's robot boxing decider starts now." His voice rose a couple as he announced the commencement of the final round. 

Hearing the start of the final round, the electrifying atmosphere descended into an abrupt silence as everyone fixed their eyes on the massive holographic screen. 

Quickly, the fixtures appeared on the screen and every guild knew their opponents. Some had bitter looks on their faces while others were full of smiles. 

What! 

"How could our luck be this bad?!"

"Are they deliberately targeting us?!" Another person asked, his voice full of grievance.

These were people from district nine. Looking at the fixtures, their grievance would be understandable. 

Their fist opponent was the number guild from district five – The Red Halo.