Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 940 - 175: Satire

Chapter 940: Chapter 175: Satire

That was something that happened in the blink of an eye.

The Holy Lord used a shield to control the spear, pressing down as the Martial God Xiang Shan’s combat spear spiraled towards him, and Xiang Shan had already begun the separation process. The module formed by the double hands on his back retracted the shield, ready for separation.

There’s a saying: the longer, the stronger; the shorter, the more dangerous. The long spear was several meters long, making it difficult to maneuver in this corridor. But the Holy Lord’s shield was only two meters, with most of the length overlapping with the forearm, and the part extending as the arm was only a few dozen centimeters long—considering the height of a First Layer Heaven Cyborg, it was definitely a short weapon among short weapons.

Due to the difference in leverage, Xiang Shan was unable to overpower the Holy Lord for the moment.

According to usual practice, at this moment, he should choose to retreat and create distance.

But since Xiang Shan was turning, most of the Vector Injector angles were facing the wall. With only his feet, he couldn’t compare to the Holy Lord with the aid of a shield thruster.

Of course, the correct approach here should have been to use the prepared firearm for close-range shooting. Small missiles might not adjust their posture and accelerate due to insufficient distance, easily deflected by soft strength, but kinetic energy projectiles have no such worries.

But if Xiang Shan responded this way, the Holy Lord also had Martial Arts to deflect with a shield.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Shan didn’t do that.

He actually chose the more risky method of using a shield to counter a shield. The auxiliary mechanical arms behind him restricted the Holy Lord’s attack routes.

This choice abandoned the attack range advantage of firearms and the advantage of not being constrained by exertion.

But it wasn’t without benefit either.

The spear tip of the entire shield was the most lethal; otherwise, this shield had almost no offensive capability. If the power system were deliberately damaged in certain ways, it could serve as a makeshift bomb. However, the fuel was designed for "stable combustion," and even if the energy density was high, it couldn’t match modern explosives as a bomb. It might be effective against Homo sapiens but attacking One Layer Heaven Martial Artists with it was far-fetched.

In other words, the shield only had lethal power at the tip.

Moreover, this killing power relied on shaped charges.

In other words, without changing the spearhead, it could only be used once.

Inside a shield, there were three spearheads installed. After the first spearhead was used, the subsequent ones would pop out, conveniently like an automatic pencil.

But that kind of structure, reloading takes time. And in a contest between experts, time was the most lacking.

If Xiang Shan used up a shield to neutralize the Holy Lord’s killer move, the Holy Lord would end up without a winning method and would have to switch to defense.

The Holy Lord had to change his tactics, first using metal aerosol to block the other’s Inner Strength usage, then planning a random strike move to break the Martial God’s stance.

Yet at that moment, both separated arms, with their respective shoulders and parts of the Vector Injectors, rushed forward to pin down the Holy Lord.

The tail flame ignited the metal aerosol.

This unexpected situation caused the AI to set up an additional special thread for understanding and processing.

And naturally, Xiang Shan followed up, stabbing through the Holy Lord’s neck with a spear.

Of course, Martial God Xiang Shan hadn’t forgotten this guy was an AI. Humans might not even place their Biological Brain in the head, much less an AI processor? Cutting the neck wasn’t fatal for the Holy Lord. He flicked his hand, releasing metal aerosol from a hidden compartment on his wrist, executing the move Precious Titled Dragon King, pouring the metal aerosol into that huge gap.

Then, he raised his hand that pinned the Holy Lord and manually inserted it back.

The Vector Injectors on these pairs of hands weren’t sufficient to support their automatic flight back and aerial docking.

Xiang Shan vaguely remembered, around the time of "The Only Defeat," such weapons that could autonomously fly over for docking were developed.

Such gadgets couldn’t fly long distances, generally mounted on drones, then tossed out at close range, with the Vector Injector only making minor adjustments.

Or deployed in the zero-gravity environment of space.

Only then did Xiang Shan look at the immobilized Holy Lord.

Precious Titled Dragon King’s damage to electronic devices was quite powerful. To avoid damaging the most critical part of the processor, Xiang Shan wasn’t overly generous with it, but according to estimates, it was enough to damage this prosthetic body’s power management system.

Then Xiang Shan used one hand to grip the Holy Lord’s head. The transmission equipment on the neck was completely destroyed, so he couldn’t resist.

"Ha, I lost." The Holy Lord said, "Why... why is it that you, who abandoned the human heart... a machine-like guy, always survive?"

The AI was mocking the human opposite.

"Huh?" Martial God pressed down on that head, beginning to exert force.

"You aim to seize my memories; who exactly do you want to kill? Mengying? Or Kotoba?" The Holy Lord continued to mock, "You’ve strayed too far from being human..."

With a "pop," Xiang Shan actually pulled the Holy Lord’s head off and tossed it into the water.

No matter what others said about him, he wouldn’t get angry. Just insults from the enemy. Just narratives from the enemy.

During the era when his identity was stolen, acting under the name of Hero, being labeled as a "terrorist," he endured more baseless duties. The malicious words from those knowing nothing about the situation were far scarier than this.

But those were all "others."

Yet the Holy Lord was "Xiang Shan." Though a simulated personality birthed by technical means, his memories were Xiang Shan’s memories, his experiences were Xiang Shan’s experiences. He was born from Xiang Shan’s deeds, placed in Xiang Shan’s social relations.

Even his appearance was a self-crafted image of Xiang Shan back then.

The principle of "desireless makes strong" is known by all, but how many really are so unwavering? Can someone so unwavering survive smoothly in this world?

The "Saint" is an unwelcomed character. A "bloody human" is a welcome character.

Whether it was blending in with the ruling classes of various countries early on or advocating the Hero era’s "Take back the world," Xiang Shan was always

He was the "image" Xiang Shan himself crafted.

The head quickly sank into the water.

Xiang Shan spread his arms affirmingly and dived to retrieve the head rolling toward the submarine’s front.

Once the head left the seawater, it resumed its mockery: "Did I hit the mark? So that’s how it is, right? It struck a nerve, didn’t it? You bastard..."

Martial God Xiang Shan sighed: "You know, the Sixth Martial God often contemplates the trolley problem and how to solve it. I heard about this not long ago. But for Xiang Shan, there’s a trick answer to this question that requires no thought."

"Huh?" The Holy Lord was puzzled, "Do you mean ’kill the bastard who tied people up’?"