Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 286 - 286 66 Next One

286: Chapter 66 Next One 286: Chapter 66 Next One Martial arts school martial masters actually don’t understand the “matters of Jianghu.” To them, heroes and those from the Green Forest are all thugs—if there has to be a distinction, it’s that “heroes are on average much better than those of the Green Forest, with no lackeys”; other than that, the differences aren’t significant.

On the side of the Protectors, “Kings” is also not a common term.

The structure of the Protectors is very loose, and the influence of superiors over their subordinates is limited.

Many important figures don’t impact the commoners in their lifetime (or if they do, the commoners wouldn’t know).

But the term “His Highness, the Fire God,” which doesn’t trigger key-word alerts to attract crawlers and points so obviously, makes everyone understand implicitly.

In an era where “mythology” has dissipated into smoke and clouds, “Fire God” is a term that appears very infrequently.

Most people, who have not experienced the old culture, don’t understand the meaning of the word “Fire God.” They would just think it’s a meaningless symbol combination from the Old Era.

However, “King Aqini” is known to the world.

The reason is simple: most Martial Gods raise the banner of righteousness only to overthrow the world.

Their deeds are universally known.

And the defeat of most Martial Gods is related to King Aqini.

This practitioner of Internal Martial Arts, ranked second, is a truly dangerous predator.

Due to his presence, everyone needs to weigh their actions when going online, wondering if they might trigger an attack from beyond the Earth’s atmosphere.

King Aqini looms like a shadow over the Earth-Moon system.

Hence, the martial masters of the martial arts schools all understand this statement.

But they don’t understand the significance of this wager.

The “Eighth Martial God” was born and died on the plateau.

He never left the vicinity in his life.

Compared to other Martial Gods who roamed the Solar System, he indeed lacked much.

But he was a major figure who could attract the attention of King Aqini, and these martial school masters should not have any intersection with him.

Robert bowed slightly, “I don’t think this is reasonable.

The range of the Eighth Martial God’s activities didn’t include our city, he couldn’t have come here to practice martial arts alive or dead.

You can’t find any information you want here.”

“If ‘the Treasure of the Eighth Martial God’ really exists and hasn’t been discovered yet, then its information must not be on the internet, at least not on an unencrypted public network,” Borshu explained, “Rumors, legends…

any information that isn’t online will do.”

“This is ridiculous,” Robert said.

“At most, I can only mobilize my disciples to inquire about those rumors for you, but it’s not possible to keep doing that…”

The Great Instructor was still bargaining, indicating that if Borshu indeed won against him, he would act according to the terms of the wager.

“One month.

You local snakes work for me for one month.

Give it your all in collecting information.

After one month…” Borshu flicked his hand, sending a metal piece flying, embedding it in the soft ground, “Find me using the web address on this.”

It was a QR code.

Yuan Wenren quietly severed the link between himself and the surrounding network, then glanced at it, capturing the image.

Although according to Borshu, this was just a channel for submitting the wager—this could be a public storage space, or even just a blockchain—but she had to be cautious.

People of Jianghu know that on the other side of every QR code, there might be a Gu Master of Internal Martial Arts with transcendent skills.

She placed her hand behind her and gestured towards Yuki.

Although Yuki was intently watching the “dojo challenge” scene with slight excitement, she quickly approached Yuan Wenren.

Yuan Wenren was preparing.

According to the old senior, he would exit closed-door cultivation in a few days.

Then, she could call upon that senior to follow this man from the Green Forest.

Now, she just needed to confirm that this man from the Green Forest indeed had no intention of using his Inner Strength to kill.

Robert picked up the metal piece from the ground, glanced at it, and placed it into the storage compartment of his prosthetic body.

“Fair enough, I accept this wager,” Robert said.

“Correspondingly, I hope you leave this city forever if you are defeated.”

Borshu nodded, “Agreed.

You tell me, what’s the method of competition?”

Borshu had even challenged the dojo without an agreed-upon contest.

“In the martial arts school’s competition, we only determine the victor, not life or death,” Robert said.

“If it were up to me, we’d better choose a safe method of competition.”

“Full-immersion virtual reality?”

Robert’s tone was slightly embarrassed, “Our martial arts school doesn’t have equipment that good, capable of supporting a martial arts contest of that level…”

Borshu sneered disdainfully, “Cyber martial arts is still assassination techniques at the end of the day…”

“Just because it’s Assassination Techniques doesn’t mean we can’t use other ways to determine who’s better,” Yuan Wenren said.

“Assassination is a result of combining technologies from various dimensions according to strategy, and it’s perfectly reasonable to take a single dimension of technology and use it to decide victory or defeat.

If one could only kill but not prevent killing, that would indicate their kung fu has not yet fully matured.”

“‘Divine Martial Non-Killing’…” Borshu’s tone was twisted.

He was very displeased with what he had just heard but he tried to control himself.

——At least this matter aligns with Sky Fierce’s goals…

so for now, hide my true nature and don’t attract the Protector…——

He glared at Robert: “Let’s make a comparison…”

Robert took out two palm-sized semi-transparent films: “These are infrared radiation sensing films.

You can check them.

With their thickness and quality, even if they were explosive, they wouldn’t harm your real body.

We’ll stick them on our foreheads, and then…” He casually picked up a training gun from the ground, “use the infrared to simulate a gunfight…”

Borshu said impatiently, “Choose something else.”

Robert said, “Considering the crowd around, this method is very safe.”

“Don’t play tricks on me!” Borshu raised his voice, “That’s unfair to me.”

Yuki asked in a low voice, “Wen…

Sister, what does ‘unfair’ mean?”

“Infrared rays are much faster than bullets,” Yuan Wenren explained briefly.

“For Martial Artists who can dodge bullets, replacing bullets with infrared rays means taking away their advantage in reaction speed.”

Under the premise of “only determining who is better without causing death,” Firearm Warriors would switch to non-lethal bullets in a duel.

These bullets might be lighter, softer, or slower.

For Natural Persons, these “duel-purpose non-lethal bullets” could still mean death if hit, but for Cybermen Warriors clad in External Armor, what is “lethal” for them are closer to “Anti-Material Bullets” for Natural Persons.

And the Martial Artists with faster reaction speeds can easily dodge these incoming bullets.

“Perhaps that’s the case.” Robert pointed to the audience around them: “But please look around, sir.

Among the martial artists present, there are still those who haven’t maxed out their modifications.

If stray bullets hit them…

you’ll have fewer people to gather information for you.”

When Robert saw Borshu, he realized the other was a speed-oriented Martial Artist.

Robert knew that purely in terms of external strength skills, he was superior to many in the Jianghu.

However, he lacked the experience of fighting on the brink of life and death.

It wasn’t that he “didn’t dare,” but that he “hadn’t experienced it,” so he didn’t know what kind of mental pressure he would face at the moment of life and death.

This “unknown” made it impossible for him to predict himself.

And the opponent was definitely someone who had killed many and walked on the edge of life and death.

Therefore, he had to limit the competition to “determining the winner” only.

And since the opponent was a speed-type Martial Artist, the slower speed of non-lethal bullets was a flaw.

The opponent was better at dodging supersonic bullets than he was.

That’s why Robert would request the use of infrared guns.

In this way, at least he could further suppress the opponent’s advantage in dodging.

For a Competitive Martial Artist, finding the optimal solution within the rules was their “strength.”

“But I won’t agree,” Borshu said.

“You don’t use infrared guns in official competitions, do you?

Steel-core carbon fiber bullets, that’s my bottom line.”

More than just “not using them,” the modern Paralympics even had a special “dodge the bullet” event.

Such events certainly wouldn’t use infrared guns either.

The bullets Borshu mentioned were also a common type of training ammunition.

The core of the bullet was a tiny steel bar, while the tip was made of numerous cushioned carbon fibers.

The heat-resistant carbon fibers could withstand the high temperatures generated by explosions.

The soft carbon fibers could absorb some of the impact force, ensuring that the force received by External Armor in an instant was reduced to an acceptable range.

Robert was silent for a moment, then took out two antique handguns, ejected the magazines inside, and spilled the live ammunition onto the ground.

The bullets scattered like beads.

In front of Borshu, Robert pressed the steel-core carbon fiber bullets one by one back into the magazine.

Then he tossed the guns lightly to Borshu.

“This type of gun can only hold nine bullets.

Each bullet was pressed into the magazine in front of you, none were lethal live rounds.

You can check them before returning them to me,” Robert stated carefully.

“It’s only a matter of Spear Skill.

Attacks not made with bullets won’t decide the winner.

You may dodge, and since we’re not determining life or death, if one party dies, the other is declared the loser.”

Borshu sneered, “As you wish.”

Drones flew in from the side of the field and hovered in the center of the arena, while the other warriors slowly retreated, making space for the two competitors.

The drone had a row of lamps hanging below it.

One after another red light was illuminated.

“Countdown, 5…

4…

3…

2…

1!

Go!”

In the instant the red light turned green, a blast wind surged.

Yuki momentarily lost his hearing.

He felt a burning sensation behind him.

When he regained his senses, he saw Borshu grabbing one of Robert’s hands, lifting him up, and then pressing the handgun against Robert’s forehead, firing repeatedly.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!”

Nine bullets, nine gunshots, nine casings hit the ground.

Each shot felt as if it struck directly at the hearts of the Martial Arts School warriors.

Borshu dropped the gun and lifted up the smoky wheel, saying, “Who’s next?”