Cyber Heroes

An apprentice holds the end of a short metal stick, rotates his body once, raises the stick high, and at the same time opens his legs, preparing to lower his center of gravity.

Matsushima Hiro sighed, then took a step forward, tapping his toes lightly on the guy's step.

The kid was loosening one hand holding the stick to adjust his center to maintain balance amid the fierce attack. Matsushima Hiro's move destroyed the balance of this posture exactly according to his strength.

The apprentice fell to the ground and the metal rod flew far away.

"Luo Bai, I can understand how you feel when you understand a move and can't help but use it. As a martial artist, this is a natural thing. However, there are too many back and forths with this move - and, you Don’t you feel that this posture has huge flaws?”

The apprentice picked up his training weapon and lowered his head without daring to speak.

"And the weapon was released in the end, which severely deducted points." Hiro Matsushima continued.

The apprentice lowered his head.

"If this continues, then you can find a way out on your own in next month's competition. Our martial arts gym doesn't have that many free spots for you." After Matsushima Hiro's words came out of his mouth, he realized that he had spoken a little too harshly. He patted the young man on the shoulder again: "However, if you can get rid of this bad habit during the next training, you can get a chance to debut next season."

The young man cheered up a little.

The sports meeting is one of the few large-scale events on this land. Various official or private competitions. The Paralympics are even one of the few large-scale events that have survived from ancient times.

For asylum seekers, this mechanism can be described as a nearly cost-free external power experimental project, and it can also quickly locate talents worth absorbing among the people. In addition, its existence can also slightly satisfy the spiritual needs of a small number of people at the bottom. Occasionally some patrons felt that such large-scale sporting events were contrary to the spirit of Dyson's principles, but for a long time no one really wanted to stop them.

If we really want to say it, the reason why the Paralympic Games became popular in the entire human world was also promoted by the pioneers including Wu Zu.

Without input from higher-ups, they chose to maintain the status quo.

And these competitions, large and small, are also very particular. A martial artist's highest pursuit is to get an invitation to the Paralympics. The invitations to these large-scale events are the result of a scoring system that calculates the weight based on the warrior's past performance and topicality. [The Dyson principle prohibits the emergence of organizations, so such work functions are automatically completed by the system. 】

Simply put, you have to play well and be famous.

The normal promotion path for a warrior is nothing more than to first gain some fame in small local competitions held by private individuals or patrons, until they are recognized by the network system, and then invited to participate in larger competitions.

For martial arts schools, having students enter the Paralympics or other large-scale competitions is the highest honor—and a guarantee of income.

For people at the bottom, the sports meeting is one of the few transparent channels for advancement. The number of people who want to sign up is actually far greater than the number of people the sports meeting can accommodate.

The organizers of those small local competitions also have some tacit understanding with the martial arts gyms. They will arrange the talented students recommended by the martial arts school to events with higher exposure and more points.

Of course, there is never a shortage of guys who sign up on their own. This kind of stupid young person usually becomes a stepping stone in certain team competitions, or is abused by athletes who are obviously higher than him in the "heated atmosphere".

Of course, killing is prohibited at sporting events. However, it should not be difficult to imagine what will happen to athletes who have damaged their prosthetics or suffered brain injuries without the resources to recuperate.

"Retail investors" don't have much future. A person who comes to gamble his life in a circle is either a fool or a person who has no other options.

The recommendation of a martial arts gym is very important for an athlete.

After receiving Matsushima Hiro's approval, the young warrior left uneasily.

Matsushima Hiro sighed.

Another crop.

Another batch of his apprentices went to participate in the sports meeting.

Matsushima Hiroya is not a sentimental person. Such things generally did not arouse his thoughts. After he stopped playing competitions decades ago, he has been teaching martial arts in martial arts gyms and has sent away batches of apprentices.

Among these apprentices, some have made great achievements, some have been injured and are in poverty; some have joined the Asylum after being recruited, and some have gone to the world of martial arts. Of course, in terms of quantity, there are also many gangsters.

He was used to this kind of thing.

This apprentice is a little different because of some of his little habits, which are very similar to Jadel from more than seventy years ago.

And Matsushima Hiroshi sent Jardel out of the city just two days ago, so it is inevitable to have some associations.

"I don't know if that idiot has escaped or not..." he thought: "After all, I still hope to escape."

According to his understanding of Jardel, if this idiot had not escaped, there was a 99% chance that he would die.

Although the biological brain cannot be directly hacked like a computer, there are still ways to dig out information from it. Jardel knows his stuff. When he judged that there was no hope of escape, Jardel would definitely destroy his biological brain to keep this secret for Matsushima Hiro.

There is still a 100% chance that Jardel was captured before he could commit suicide.

Matsushima Hiro felt that it would be more appropriate for that fool to happily blow the wind in the Arctic for a few more years.

As for myself...

Ah.

Matsushima Hiro put his hands behind his back. He couldn't help but look at himself again. "What am I doing here?" This thought came to his mind hazily.

Although he shared many experiences from his "friends", the only non-human creature that Matsushima Hiroshi had actually seen was moss - a not-so-cute thing that grows in dark and damp places.

Matsushima Hiro felt that he was quite like moss. He was in a dark place, just living like this, doing nothing extraordinary, just simply surviving here.

He did take part in a little adventure, but it was mostly the friend's doing. He just "lent" his body and part of his brain. The truly great things were done by that friend. Most of the time, he just watched, or used his boldness to show off a little bit.

His martial arts may also look like moss... No, maybe it's the rust attached to the prosthetic body. This rust can hinder the movement of joints and reduce the efficiency of the prosthesis. However, it seems that the only thing that can prove the history of a prosthetic body is these rust marks.

To practice superior internal strength, you must have the aid of pill enzyme. Reducing enzymes will inevitably lead to the degradation of existing skills.

He didn't dare to bet that he could cultivate his external skills to the same level a second time.

"That's right. I'm such a forward-thinking person, so that's it." Hiro Matsushima returned to his room with his hands behind his back, meditating cross-legged, and collecting his thoughts. Then, he replaced part of his prosthetic body, took off his training equipment, and then walked to the street.

This may be the life of "Matsushima Hiro". His mission is to stay here and quietly pass on the fire of "Martial Arts".

As for "fighting swords in the world", it is just a temporary idea. The "friend" was so strong inside that he left no trace - and he seemed to get what he wanted. If the Mana Knights have no other important projects, they will also reduce the frequency of activities.

Thinking about it this way, at least within a few years, he would return to a life of purely studying martial arts.

Nothing wrong with that.

Matsushima Hiro thought this way and walked home.

The road is still as crowded as ever.

There are also some shops in the Wuguan District that provide food for people with low transformation rates, and there are also people selling spare parts along the way - those parts are very suspicious, either they were ripped from the trash, or they came from improper sources. However, compared with the free parts released in limited quantities by the government, it is indeed a large quantity and can meet unexpected needs.

"Take a look! Don't miss it if you pass by!"

Although the short dealer closest to Matsushima Hiro looks like a dwarf with no hair. He was wrapped in a piece of khaki textile, with an alloy plate hanging from his chest and hung around his neck with waste wires.

Matsushima Hiro felt that the vendor's voice sounded familiar, but he didn't think much about it. In this era, there are too many people using voice packs, and there are only so many sounds that meet the "good-sounding" standard, especially in the free field. There are so many people with similar voices.

But the hawker came over and said with a smile: "Master, the breeze is refreshing... Come and take a look at the parts I have here!"

Matsushima Hiro looked at the vendor, but his arm trembled.

The vendor took two exaggerated steps back, and then screamed: "Hey, hey, don't be angry if you don't buy it! Is this a beating?"

If Matsushima Hiro still had eyelids, he would definitely jump a few times.

This vendor is basically a completely prosthetic warrior. Although the hands and feet have been replaced, it looks a lot shorter... But if you only look at the head, neck and shoulders...

——This guy didn’t leave the city?

Matsushima Hiro thought that the knight who assassinated the deputy leader of the Knights would escape from Jayhawk City first no matter what. After all, after the assassination, the city's supervision suddenly became stronger.

Is this guy so bold?

Having said that, didn't we agree that the world will be far away from now on?

The reason why the knight suddenly retreated just now was because Matsushima Hiro instinctively made a minimal mecha steel fist attack. He had to retreat, otherwise, he would be exposed to the old boxer's offensive.

But in order not to arouse suspicion, he immediately covered it up with jokes.

Matsushima Hiro put away his fists, suppressed his anger, and said: "I'm sorry, I scared you. As an apology, I will buy you a product. It doesn't need to be too expensive."