Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 285 - 285 65 The Prize

285: Chapter 65 The Prize 285: Chapter 65 The Prize In that instant, Yuan Wenren made a judgment.

This guy was attacking on purpose.

He truly had the intention to kill anyone in his way.

—What’s going on?

Does he see me as a martial master from the martial arts school?

Yuan Wenren couldn’t draw her gun in time and had to desperately use her hands to block the opponent’s kick.

However, the opponent’s speed was simply too fast.

Yuan Wenren’s prosthetic body was just a spare temporary one, and her movements couldn’t even keep up with her consciousness.

Yuan Wenren could only watch in panic as her hands slowly moved in space, completely missing the optimum moment to “block.”

She barely managed to use her wrists to parry against the assailant’s wheel.

But the thug immediately activated the wheel, which generated a lateral force as it spun, altering the direction of the kick and slamming into Yuan Wenren’s forehead.

It was a blow that could have mashed her brains into tofu.

Yuan Wenren threw herself backward in a desperate effort.

The kick grazed the side of her forehead.

Yuan Wenren flew sideways through the air.

Robert was right behind Yuan Wenren.

He reached out to catch Yuan Wenren, then stepped back twice to smoothly dissipate the force.

The old man helped Yuan Wenren stand up straight and said, “Your Excellency has such a strong thirst for killing!

A martial artist from a respectable family wouldn’t act like this.

Are you from Jianghu, or are you one of the Green Forest Men?”

—Definitely one of the Green Forest Men…

Yuan Wenren stood there, still shaken.

After she had begun learning Inner Strength, she developed a deeper perception of the “aura” revealed by a person’s every move, as if others’ limbs could “speak.” She had a more intuitive feeling than those martial artists of the martial arts schools who didn’t understand Inner Strength and judged others only by experience.

This guy’s movements were indeed aimed at ending lives, but he himself didn’t seem too obsessed with the act of “murder.” It was as if the savage kick that could have burst someone’s head was just done in passing.

This indifferent killing intent, Yuan Wenren had seen only among the Green Forest Men.

Heroes and Houndhawks don’t kill like this.

She looked at Yuki with concern.

The boy had been thrown aside by her earlier and hadn’t been directly hit but had taken a tough fall.

Fortunately, Yuki had witnessed a few fights before, and knowing the situation, he crawled little by little towards the edge of the area.

Yuan Wenren’s gaze returned to the Martial Artist who had come to challenge the school.

He had a head crown optimized for his overall aerodynamic shape and a tail at the back for shifting the center of gravity.

His legs were slender, unlike those of humans, with a pair of wheels embedded at the end of his calves.

A classic lightweight prosthetic body designed for urban alleyway speed battles.

Yuan Wenren knew that this kind of prosthetic body was more suitable for burst speed and quick turns on flat ground, and with the wheels turned sideways, surmounting complex obstacles like stairs wasn’t an issue either.

It was originally designed for quick escape after assassinations in the city.

Among Jianghu, such prosthetic bodies were not uncommon.

Green Forest Men responsible for urban operations would also have similar structures for their prosthetic bodies.

Among the Martial Arts School martial artists…

except for special events like “Mobility Sphere,” such prosthetic bodies were rather rare.

They were not very suitable for the ring.

This man was indeed the former Striped Warrior, the New Sky Speed Star Borshu.

He had simply changed the paint job on his prosthetic body and had burst into this city.

He saw Robert and sneered, “Are you the Great Instructor of the Magnetic Line Flow Firearms Martial Pavilion?” He glanced at the crowd behind him, “Ah, Steel Bone Style, B-52 Path, MTB Swordsmanship, Super Sumo…

there seem to be martial artists from more than just your school here.”

Borshu stood upright and said, “Would you like to come at me all at once?”

“You suddenly left messages on the pages of several of our martial arts schools, saying you were coming to issue a challenge today, with the times set almost identically.” Robert said, “I think this doesn’t quite conform to the rules of the Martial World, and you are not a good person.

So, I called them over as a precaution.

If you still wish to compete according to the rules, we will naturally deal with it accordingly.

But if you harbor ill intent and have come to kill, then please don’t blame us for joining forces to defend ourselves.”

“Hehe…

Hahahaha…” Borshu covered his face with his hand and laughed loudly, “Martial Artists…

so you’re also Martial Artists from the Martial World…

Hahaha…”

This was almost an admission that he wasn’t a martial master from a martial arts school.

Yuan Wenren silently thought this was bad.

The martial masters of the martial arts schools were proficient in external strength, but that was about it.

Their prosthetic bodies were limited by competition rules, not as unregulated as those of people from Jianghu and the Green Forest Men.

More importantly, they had no Inner Strength.

A Green Forest Man with even a slight mastery of Inner Strength could slaughter a group of martial masters from the martial arts schools relying on the technique of witnessing.

Yuan Wenren made up her mind that if this Green Forest Man really intended to do so, she would have no choice but to intervene.

Despite these nearly provocative words, Robert did not become angry.

He slowly removed the flexible screen from his head and said, “Think what you will.

You ungrounded dust have been looking down on us for not a single day or two.

Our attitude remains unchanged.

If you wish to determine the winner according to the rules of the martial arts school, we are still willing to compete with you according to the school’s rules.”

That flexible screen he wore was actually for the protection of his eyes.

This Firearms Path martial artist’s Prosthetic Eyes seemed extraordinary.

There were no unnecessary embellishments on his face; the pair of Prosthetic Eyes occupied most of it.

But for some reason, this mechanical and rigid face, accompanied by those words, exuded an unmistaken air of quiet power.

Borshu cocked his head and looked at Robert with both eyes, saying, “Well then, that’s exactly what I came for.

Agreed.” He glanced around.

“I was planning to fight each house one by one, but since you’ve all gathered together, that’s even better, saves me energy for traveling.

Come on, I don’t mind if you all attack at once…”

“Taking people on together isn’t the way to treat guests,” Robert stepped forward.

“Besides, we aren’t martial masters from the same martial arts school.

Since you’ve declared a challenge, you naturally have to fight through each school one by one.

If we all attacked together, what kind of example would we be setting?”

Yuan Wenren whispered, “Great Instructor, this guy is probably one of the Green Forest Men.

Fighting him, you’re likely to be overturned…”

Robert raised his arm, silencing Yuan Wenren.

“I’m sorry, guest, but this matter doesn’t concern you.

This is, after all, an issue for our martial arts school.

It’s only by adhering to these few rules that don’t violate Dyson’s principles that our school has managed to maintain a semblance of ‘appearance.’ I can’t tarnish it.”

Yuan Wenren fell silent.

In this era, talking about “rules” was a dangerous thing.

Dyson’s principle forbade “rules above men,” and self-imposed rules to constrain people were borderline illegal acts.

It was more common to see small clan-like personal relationships.

Martial arts schools also barely maintained a similar form to Scientific Knights, where “apprentices relied on teachers” for sustenance.

Just as Scientific Knights rallied around “science” as a flag for their own groups, people from martial arts schools were desperately seeking something that could encompass their own spirit and belong to the group.

A thing once called “culture” in the past.

Yuan Wenren knew she couldn’t stop these martial masters from the school.

She could only slowly retreat to stand in front of Yuki.

During the entire movement, she kept her hands hovering over her gun, vigilantly watching the Green Forest man.

And Borshu, as if he had a telepathic understanding, watched Yuan Wenren.

He too had a basis in Inner Strength.

Borshu also recognized that she was a Hero.

He stretched out his hand, pointing at Yuan Wenren.

“A Hero?

Not bad.

How about we have a match?”

“Stop!” Robert took a step forward.

“They are guests of our martial arts school.

You’re here to find us, aren’t you?”

“Defending him?

What a joke, you might not even be able to beat him…”

“This has nothing to do with strength or weakness,” Robert took another step forward.

“If we can’t even protect our guests, then what face would our martial arts school have left to open its doors and teach students?”

“Interesting…” Borshu rolled his neck.

“Okay then.

To you, Hero, once you leave this martial arts school street, we’ll have our comparison then.”

At the same time, Yuan Wenren also received a message from the Great Instructor: “Lady, when I fight this guy later on, please leave from the back door.”

The message came via the martial arts school’s public WiFi.

Yuan Wenren replied, “Martial Master, if I just leave like this, he might take advantage of his Inner Strength to slaughter everyone here.”

Robert replied, “You’re still accompanied by a youth who has not yet been initiated.”

He didn’t argue further.

As a martial arts school’s martial master, Robert didn’t understand Inner Strength, so even “transmitting messages through his own WiFi” took some effort and he couldn’t do it as naturally as charging like a Hero could.

He looked at Borshu again and said, “Then, according to the rules of issuing a challenge, you go first and state your stake.

If you win, what do you want?”

It was a tradition well-established in challenge-type fights.

Typically, when a Martial Artist challenges another martial arts school to make a name for their own school, the challenger’s stipulated stakes usually defaulted to “the loser publicizes the victor’s great name.”

However, some challenges involve various personal conflicts within the martial arts school ecosystem.

In those cases, the stakes can vary.

For example, “I want the pair of legs you use in competition,” and the like.

Robert asked this question because Borshu wasn’t a typical challenger.

Although he left a message on the school’s homepage about issuing a challenge, his message didn’t mention his own style.

This isn’t something that could be summarized by “making a name.”

“Ah…

right…” Borshu tilted his neck, “Let me think…

What I want now is information…

Your martial arts school knows something about all sorts of things, right?”

Robert said, “It’s impossible to compete with a thug who possesses Inner Strength.”

“No…

some information might not appear online.

If something even ‘Fire God’ His Highness hasn’t found, it suggests that its information definitely isn’t online—I’m here to try my luck.” Borshu straightened his upper body and bowed with his hands clasped.

“If I win, help me inquire about the legend of the Eighth Martial God.”

The Eighth Martial God was an affair from decades ago.

At that time, it was the heyday of the current generation of Martial Artists.

They showed signs of surprise, such as their eyes lighting up.

Robert exclaimed, “How could we possibly know about the affair of the Eighth Martial God?”