Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 232 - 232 12 3 Layered Waves

232: Chapter 12 3 Layered Waves 232: Chapter 12 3 Layered Waves Xiang Shan once again stood atop the roof of the vehicle.

This was the place recorded as “the site of Tao Enhai’s crash.” On the map, this symbol encircled a small area, representing the spot where the “old Hero” had fallen.

When the old Hero had fallen, Xiang Shan had probably still been in a heap of trash.

He obviously couldn’t have recorded that scene.

However, others could speculate on the crash site of his spaceship by tracking the trajectory of the old Hero’s fall.

That old Hero was indeed tough.

He disguised his craft as a small meteorite, took a route that avoided satellite surveillance, and bypassed the Moon’s orbit.

Before that, none of the Jianghu Heroes across the Solar System knew where he had fled.

It seemed that it was only around the time he entered the atmosphere that his friends began to send out sporadic signals for help on the network.

That’s what led the Earth Heroes to come to his aid.

And the few local Heroes, finding a video on a video website titled “Look!

A Meteor,” compared the timing and confirmed that this footage recorded by a Prosthetic Eye was the old Hero’s crash.

They also deduced the approximate landing site of the old Hero’s craft based on this.

Although the landing site was several square kilometers in size, bigger than some small towns.

Xiang Shan stood on the roof, surveying the vast expanse: “Even though I know there might be nothing here, this is too…

too much of nothing.”

If it weren’t for the sandstorm, one could have seen the wreckage of Tao Enhai’s spacecraft from afar.

But without the sandstorm, they also couldn’t move during the day.

Xiang Shan had hoped to rely on traces of neutron radiation or β and γ rays to find some clues—after all, he believed it would be impossible for a spaceship capable of interplanetary travel not to have a reactor.

But it was either the strong winds and sand blocking the radiation, or the spaceship’s reactor was too well protected.

He kept adjusting his Prosthetic Eye, but found not a trace of radiation.

This was troublesome.

The reason Xiang Shan had rushed here was in the hope that the residual traces would guide his next move.

After crashing to the ground, the old Hero could have fled in any direction.

To find him, they needed more information.

Xiang Shan could have searched around to see if there were footprints, tire prints, or track marks on the ground—or even casings left from shooting.

But alas, now a sandstorm had kicked up.

Even if there were such traces, they would likely be buried under the sand and debris.

This made it even harder to know where to start looking.

“The world is so big…” Xiang Shan said, “What can we do now?

Play the deduction game of ‘if I were that old Hero, which way would I run’?”

“It seems there’s no other choice,” Yuan Wenren from inside the vehicle communicated.

Just then, a hint of anomaly surfaced in Xiang Shan’s mind.

His brain reflexively captured something amiss before his consciousness did.

Xiang Shan didn’t have time to think further and immediately leapt to the left of the vehicle.

In that instant, a whooshing sound emerged.

A dark shadow tore through the yellow sand and dust, appearing ghost-like where Xiang Shan had just been.

Its foot hooked onto the side of the “donkey” vehicle, with what seemed to be electromagnets or suction cups on the sole, clinging tightly to the side of the donkey.

The impact of this move made the whole “donkey” skew.

This was a large truck several meters high!

Xiang Shan was still mid-air, yet to touch the ground.

The shadow reached out, and Xiang Shan, quick as lightning, extended his hand to grasp the other’s Prosthetic Limb, avoiding direct line with the other’s Prosthetic Hand—this was also to evade a direct bullet hit.

Almost simultaneously, two bullets whizzed past Xiang Shan’s forehead.

At the same time, the person’s hands came crashing down towards Xiang Shan’s neck.

…………………………………

Kan L of the Life-Chasing Cavalry noticed the enemy’s trace a step ahead of that opponent.

No wonder.

After all, that Hero was a Hero, needing to consider assassination in various situations and also had to distribute his experience to Internal Strength Cultivation.

The cavalry, tasked with assassinating these Assassins, had even fewer scenarios to consider.

Kan L had invested a lot of effort in practicing under “No Vision” conditions.

This “No Vision Tactics” had significantly advanced since the Martial Ancestor had passed away.

Martial Artists had summarized quite a scientific method to train the brain to be more sensitive to the sounds of targets.

After determining the enemy’s movements, Kan L immediately took action.

Heroes were adept at Assassination.

To assassinate these Assassins, one had to be more cunning and ruthless, ensuring a one-hit kill.

Considering there might be an unknown number of enemies in the vehicle, Kan L didn’t opt to shoot right away; instead, he aimed to shatter the biological brain of the lookout Hero.

Even though modern people’s brains were housed in alloy shells, they remained inherently fragile—compared to the brains of Homo sapiens, Benchmark Man’s brain at best differed as soft tofu does to firm tofu; shook in an iron bowl, it would still shatter all the same.

One punch to the Hero’s head, and he would die instantly, and the electronic devices in his skull would malfunction due to the shaking.

And in the time it took those inside the vehicle to react, there was still a few seconds of gap.

A few seconds were enough for him to stick several pieces of high-performance explosives onto the roof of the vehicle.

But he never expected that the hero would also be an exceptional master rarely encountered in his life, who managed to evade the direct hit within a hair’s breadth and even jumped to the side, intending to confront his enemy on the ground.

Kan L wouldn’t let him escape.

He kicked his legs and gently touched the side of the vehicle with the soles of his prosthetic legs, where electromagnets affixed him to the column.

At the same time, Kan L shot both hands out, aiming to strike a deadly blow to the hero with the gun barrels on the sides of his wrists.

But the hero seemingly saw through his intentions in a flash, stretched out both hands to grab his elbows, and twisted forcefully in an impossible manner.

With a “bang,” a gunshot rang out, but the bullet missed the mark.

Still, this was not Kan L’s killing move.

His hands continued to thrust straight towards the hero’s neck.

Part of his prosthetic body was made of metal muscle fibers.

Although they lacked the instantaneous explosive force of pure muscle fiber prosthetics, they were more durable.

Each of his joints could exert force independently.

This strike seemed to be a full-force swing, but it was only the strength of his arms.

When necessary, his waist could spring up, his legs could kick out, and elbows, heels, backs, none would fail to burst forth again.

If an enemy took the first straightforward hit, there would be a second surge of power to follow; even if the second round of power was dissipated, he could layer another on top.

The biological brain is, after all, fragile.

If even one strike hits the opponent’s head, it would be enough to end their life.

Even if it’s not a fatal blow, it often can destroy the opponent’s stance.

A warrior without a stance is like a lamb to the slaughter.

This technique of wave upon wave of explosive attacks has a name in martial studies: “Layered Waves.” It’s a Jianghu legend that the joints of top-tier prosthetic bodies, combined with Vector Injectors, can achieve the miraculous realm of “Thousand Waves Layered.” The computational power designed for one set of attacks could even burn out the chips of ordinary Jianghu people.

Of course, Kan L was far from reaching this realm.

The kind of universe-grade Martial Artist Prostheses was not something ordinary people could control.

Aside from the Martial Ancestor himself, there were very few who possessed such a level of martial arts attainment.

Kan L pressed his hands downwards.

Relying only on the strength of his wrists, the hero crossed his body and kicked up towards Kan L’s abdomen in an attempt to disrupt his energy releasing posture while accelerating his descent.

—First wave, first layer.

Kan L’s calves released energy, accelerating for a second time as the move reached completion.

The hero’s kick missed its target.

But in an instant, he curled his leg, borrowing the force to spin his body.

—Second wave, second layer.

The waist and back of the Life-Chasing Cavalry sprang up, changing the direction of the punch, still aimed at the hero’s chin.

But it seemed as though the hero had used an extremely sophisticated Listening Skill, and the punch ultimately missed.

Kan L exerted power from his hips, bringing down the weight of his entire upper body, changing the horizontal sweep into a downward hammer blow, his hands smashing toward Xiang Shan’s chest like a pressing machine.

—Third wave, third layer!

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—Interesting…

This thought flashed through Xiang Shan’s mind.

The assailant who suddenly emerged to attack him was using the multi-stage release of energy technique he had created.

The idea was to take advantage of cybernetically enhanced people’s ability to exert force without the muscle limitations, avoiding the issue of “one hair moves, the whole body follows,” allowing for successive bursts within a single action, thus adding depth to the strategizing of martial tactics.

This was based on the premise that “prosthetic bodies exert greater force, and even a light touch can kill flesh and blood.” This technique wasn’t originally designed to fight regular armies but was used for strong assassinations against protected targets.

However, Xiang Shan was all too familiar with this technique.

His hands empty, his body seemed half unrestrained.

Each wave of the enemy’s power came like the tide, yet he was often able to anticipate and avoid the direct strikes with nimble movements.

Xiang Shan was like controlling a constantly writhing giant python, limiting the fierce trajectory of the punches!

With a blast, Xiang Shan was hit by the hammer blow on his shoulder.

His whole body accelerated downward, landing on the ground.

Xiang Shan folded his leg to diffuse the impact of the blow.

Then, he counterattacked with a backhand.

But the attacker kicked forcefully against the side of the “donkey.” The donkey was already tilting to one side due to his inertia, but this kick sent the entire vehicle toppling over to the other side.

And the man deactivated the electromagnet’s power and disappeared into the sandstorm.

If the strike misses, flee a thousand miles away.

After that hit, the “donkey” immediately started tilting erratically before finally stabilizing.

Yuki asked in alarm, “Master!

What happened?”

“Hmm, a bit of a nuisance,” Xiang Shan adjusted the power of his Prosthetic Eye and looked toward the sand-covered distance, “These days, even the government’s houndhawks have turned to assassinating heroes, huh…”

“Assassination?” Jader exclaimed in shock, “Did you encounter a Mobile Cavalry?”