The battle on the first floor had also ended by this time, however, it could hardly be referred to as a 'battle'. To Level 2 fighters, it was to be considered as an 'easy task', much like one would pick a flower off the side of the road: an effortless task for any human. However, to ants or cockroaches, such a feat would be an extraordinary achievement.
He genuinely was an amateur. That old man number three had no reaction to the robot coming down. He just stared at it warily, assuming the robot was leaving, or rather, coming across such a sturdy man, his instinct was not to antagonize him, especially since he did not own a gun.
Therefore, the robot merely walked up leisurely to the old man number three, raising and lowering his hand...and that was it, he knocked the man out cold. The entire process felt to Tang Qing as if he had merely stepped outside and picked up a magic gourd child.
Such weak opponents indeed!
