A door slid open and a fleet of slender, agile robots came sprinting out. They didn't have weapons; they had heavy, hydraulic legs designed to send opponents flying. Before I could raise my sword, one of them delivered a massive dropkick to my chest.
By Wave 15, I didn't feel like a human anymore. I felt like a finely tuned instrument of death. I had acquired a bow, maximized my arrow deflection, and added a layer of heavy plating to my chassis. I needed it. The arena was now throwing MK-3 Swordsmen at me—heavy bots with armor that required multiple hits to break. File: Clone.Drone.in.the.Danger.Zone.v1.3.1.37....
In my right hand, a laser sword buzzed with violent energy. Across the checkered floor of the arena, a port opened. Out stepped a Archer-1 unit. It raised its bow, the red targeting laser dot painting a bright circle right on my chest plate. A door slid open and a fleet of
I seized the opportunity. I sprinted up the shaft of the hammer, leaped into the air, and used a vertical slice. My laser sword cut through the giant's neck joint. Its massive head detached and bounced across the arena floor. The body swayed for a moment before crashing down, shaking the entire stadium. Chapter 4: The Resistance By Wave 15, I didn't feel like a human anymore
"It seems Human 402 is getting cocky," the Emperor's voice cut through the arena. "Let's see how he handles the final challenge of this sector. Unleash the Spidertron!"
The human mind is a fragile thing, but a human mind uploaded into a sword-wielding robot is practically indestructible. Or so the galactic arena promoters want you to believe.
The giant raised the hammer and brought it down. I dashed backward using my jetpack just as the weapon slammed into the floor, sending a shockwave that cracked the arena tiles. The hammer was stuck in the floor for a brief second.