Watching Number One, Vermilion Bird's expression gradually turned serious.
He already knew what this weird old man in front of him was.
This was the bionic robot Taotie and his group spoke of.
Moreover, it was a real-person model bionic robot that even Taotie and his group hadn't seen.
The strength must not be underestimated.
Vermilion Bird remembered Taotie saying that the weakest of these bionic robots had top-tier strength.
Moreover, they could copy and paste attack trajectories.
Once your attack trajectory is copied, it's no different from waiting for death.
Those who practice martial arts know that the hardest thing to defeat is not a strong enemy.
The hardest thing to defeat is precisely oneself.
Vermilion Bird tightly gripped the alloy folded fan custom-made for him by Fang Xiaocao.
Three alloy long nails were hidden within the folded fan, his trump card against bionic robots.
"Human, you are not my match."
"I'll give you a chance to say your last words."
