Chapter 43 True Meaning: Song Shi
The shrill sound of metal collision suddenly sounded.
The monomolecular knife and the engineer shovel collided violently, and the moment before the shrill buzzer sounded, the two separated instantly.
"——Sure enough, your ability can't keep up."
Milton regained his footing and said coldly: "No wonder you need to weaken me in advance."
In the brief collision, he had already felt the other party's body functions.
It is indeed a lot more than ordinary people.
But that’s all.
Even if he ate an electromagnetic grenade at close range, causing part of the prosthetic body to malfunction and reduce its power - except for the power of the opponent's powered arm guards, he was still ahead of the opponent in other aspects!
Also, how can a weak body compete with machinery?
"Oh, with such a low degree of transformation, is this the so-called "self-esteem" of psychics?"
Milton smiled sarcastically.
At this moment, neither of them launched an attack, but instead walked slowly around a cement load-bearing pillar and looked at each other.
Looking around, Milton turned his attention to the young man again: "Choose this as the battlefield to limit my mobility and gun threats through the environment. I am really well prepared."
None The ubiquitous garbage piles made of discarded steel, plastic sheets and cement can be set up with mines to restrict movement, and thick load-bearing pillars can be used to hide and resist bullets.
Milton must admit that he was too trusting and chose to rush here directly.
If you had carefully observed the environment beforehand and took advantage of the terrain here, you would never be in such a mess as you are now.
"First of all, I have never resisted "implants" and "modification surgeries." The kind of spotless classical psykers you mentioned are basically extinct now."
< br>Song Shi raised his white armor armguard and chuckled: "As for preparations, aren't you quite cautious? Before coming here, I sprayed "temperature isolation paint" all over my body. Isn't it because I was worried about being exposed to my flames for a long time? , causing your own prosthetic body to overheat? "
"So, where does your confidence come from at this moment? "
Milton took a deep breath and suppressed the smell of blood in his throat. He picked up a single sword and maintained a posture that could be used to cut at any time.
“Do you think I have never killed a psychic?” He narrowed his eyes: “Now is not the ancient times thousands of years ago. What “psionic power” can do, “technology” can do the same. It can be done, even better."
"Of course, I admit that those high-level psychics are indeed a group of unreasonable monsters."
Milton said: " But what about you? I have seen the surveillance video of the institute, the first stage of awakening, am I right? In such a short period of time, what else do you have besides the spiritual skills given by your so-called path? What? "
"Oh? So I am at a disadvantage now?"
Song Shi was very interested.
"Although you lost one arm and took two grenades, you are still better than me?"
"Do you want to say that I am "panic"?"< br>
Milton chuckled: "No, this is just a simple data comparison."
"I have undergone three large-scale strengthening surgeries, and these arms are the "Xunya" of Nanyu Heavy Industry . The legs have not been replaced with prosthetics, but they have been semi-modified and strengthened. As for the prosthetic eyes, subcutaneous armor, and embedded hormone glands, there is no need to mention them."
The man raised his head and said: "Even if you try your best to weaken all this, at this moment, I am still faster, stronger, and harder than you. This essential difference is that you are close to a natural person and have a low degree of transformation. Incomprehensible."
Hearing this, Song Shi showed a strange expression and his tone became a little weird.
"No matter how you say it, "psychics" are rarer than "unnatural people with implanted prosthetics", right? As a psyker, I don't even have such a noble consciousness, and your inexplicable self-confidence is... Where did it come from? "
"It's as if they are not the same species. According to your statement, those company executives have been undergoing genetic modification surgery since before they were born. Isn't it true?" "Heaven"? He has serious biological superiority. Do you bow down and kowtow vigorously when you see him?" "Oh, you can say whatever you want."
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"No, I'm not interested in caring about this either. It's none of my business what you think."
Song Shi interrupted: "But I must correct your previous point of view."
"Strength, speed, equipment, fighting methods. Who on earth told you that these can determine the outcome of a battle?"
"No, you are wrong - you are so ridiculously wrong. "
"The so-called fighting, the so-called killing, means cutting off the opponent's neck! Cutting out his heart! Smashing his consciousness!"
Song Shi laughed and pointed his left hand at his neck: "Do you understand? If you point your knife at this place, you can kill me! And my engineer shovel can also cut off your neck with just one blow!"
"Strength, speed? How can there be so many things that I don't know what to call! Life and death! It's just one blow!"
"And now-"
Song Shi's voice The sound was torn apart in the violent airflow and became blurred.
Only an undisguised high emotion emerged as the red-gold flame rose.
Before he finished speaking, Song Shi had already disappeared from the spot. The sharp engineer shovel was raised high and slashed towards Milton in front!
“—I’m coming to kill you!”
Cang!
Dang——Dang Dang Dang!
In just a few breaths, the monomolecular knife and the engineer shovel have collided more than ten times. The fierce and sharp buzzing has become a line, and a series of arrows have burst out from the violent collision of metals. Dazzling Mars!
There is no idea of condensing psychic powers.
Under the combination of [Accommodation] and [Return to Flood], there will be no shortage of psychic energy in a short period of time - the real limitation is whether the holder can control this supply. A large supply of psychic energy.
And Song Shi knew.
——I will only think that this is not enough!
Boom, boom, boom!
At the moment of each slash, red-gold flames spread up along the engineer shovel, roaring towards Milton. The firelight swayed in the originally dim abandoned building, and the rising temperature caused large swaths of water vapor to rise around him.
Without the realm of the second level, Song Shi is indeed unable to use methods such as "Fireball Technique" to release psychic energy. The "Forging Flame" can only linger around itself or spread briefly through the medium. .
The engineer shovel is this medium.
Milton backed away.
Milton retreats again!
At this moment, for the first time, an "unbelievable" thought arose in Milton's mind as he kept retreating.
Even if he suffered a big loss from bullet suppression movement and mine traps not long ago, he just felt that he was too careless and that the volunteer who escaped from the research institute was indeed troublesome enough.
But at this moment.
The engineering shovel wrapped in flames turned into a dancing, man-eating flame snake, slashing at him continuously, forcing him to retreat continuously.
I tried my best to wield the monomolecular knife, but I could only barely resist it - under the combined effect of the prosthetic eye and the combat program, the movement trajectory curve and avoidance trim line that should have been projected were rapidly moving at this moment. dissipation and reorganization.
It's like being unable to keep up with the opponent's fighting ideas.
Obviously, I have adjusted my mentality, I am obviously ready, and my body function is obviously superior to the opponent.
But why is it that I am being suppressed? !
(End of this chapter)