Si Anweisitan replaced biochemical stimuli with electrical stimulation, bypassing the neurotransmitter conduction process by directly stimulating neural regions with electric currents, allowing human reaction speeds to surpass theoretical limits, which are determined by the speed of neurotransmitter transmission within the human body.
But rely having superhuman reaction speeds was not enough. As the reception of signals beca faster, the transmission of action signals had to speed up as well, and the body’s strength had to support high-speed movent, so people needed Combat Prosthetics, implantable Prosthetics, and more modifications.
The more modifications there were, the easier it was for brain nerves to beco confused. Even without considering psychological issues, when the electrodes stimulated the currents and the prosthetic electrolytes...
And all of this was no problem for a wandering AI: it was chanical.
What determined a robot’s speed of movent were purely chanical factors like processor speed, chanical response speed, and sensor response ti.
All paraters were clearly visible, all limits were calculated by the processor, all parts...
and reached the limits seen by Munemasa—
Humans sotis awe us by pushing a module within their equipnt to unleash power beyond the norm, showing combat prowess far above their peers.
But the AI was always in that awe-inspiring position!
Munemasa was born to design weapons, and when it grasped a weapon...
The weapon truly ca to life.
There was only 11% of the original body construction left in Munemasa, and intense impacts, high temperatures would cause mild deformation to the machine, pressing these original body parts.
But as Munemasa took over this body, within the remaining 11%, electrical currents directly scorched so of the body parts essential for humans, such as the spinal cord and peripheral nerves.
As the electricity flowed, biological tissues were burned, passively recast into conductive fibers under the pressure of chanical components, sensory demodulators completely transford, and information no longer needed a Cyber Modulator to be converted into signals understandable by the human brain...
but rather pure electrical signals.
Munemasa looked at the building where the Vortex Gang was based. He saw Jostar carrying a massive iron coffin. Among the details, he suddenly understood why the presence of the Vortex Gang had not triggered any anomalies in the miniature transmitter.
The Brain Demon Gang’s mainfra had been taken by them.
All battlefield data entered his mind; as he formulated tactics, strange mories flooded into the mory zone:
In Arasaka’s training facility, a faceless person was teaching them what they called "Ninjutsu."
"The more complex the task, the harder it is for a person to handle everything at once; launch multi-dinsional attacks when necessary, and any one of them can be your main target."
The Centaur cha raised its arm, and Munemasa’s humanoid fra stood on the arm, spikes popping out of his feet—
First, take out the weak ones.
All present turned towards this side following Jostar’s loud shout, but they saw only the Centaur Robot trembling violently, its arm quiveringly lifted by motors on the verge of collapse, followed by an explosion!
The arm was fired.
And those quick to react would describe the firing of the arm like this:
This damn thing wasn’t a chanical arm at all, but a three-ter long multi-stage rocket!
Jostar’s eyes were unbelievably sharp. While others thought this was just the Centaur Robot’s dying struggle, he was sure there was a person on the arm!
Boom!
"Fuck!"
The chanical hand’s multiple joints exploded in flas one after another, accelerating the arm to an exaggerated speed, covering nearly 1500 ters in 2 seconds, striking the rooftop!
The Vortex Gang, nestled in the factory building, only had ti to curse as they barely lifted their feet from their footholds—this thing smashed straight into the building!
The arm pierced through the factory roof, broke through the main beams, and smashed deeply into a steel pillar!
The attack seed extrely precise—the entire roof crumbled in the impact, collapsing completely around the point of impact!
Jostar ran for his life!
That thing was coming for him!
His mother frantically shouted at him to run, and he chose to listen to his mother!
Standing on the arm, the powerful built-in gyroscope in Munemasa’s Prosthetics worked to its limit, instantly changing direction as the arm was about to hit the roof, but correspondingly, the core temperature of this Prosthetics also rapidly rose.
Munemasa’s left hand ejected a built-in tool hamr, and his left hand pulled a string of rockets from the arm of the Centaur Robot. His strong chanical legs forcefully launched him toward the dumbfaced mbers of the Vortex Gang—
As Munemasa leaped towards them, they could clearly sense the danger, but this speed left no ti for reaction!
One of the guys’ heads exploded on the spot!
Taking advantage of the force from blasting the Vortex Gang mber, Munemasa rushed to the next launching pad. The latter raised a hand, popping a handgun out of his arm ready to counterattack, but was directly blasted in the face by a rocket!
Boom!
The sudden incident made everyone look towards the rooftop where the Vortex Gang was located, and Brick too realized what had happened, but this ti he was wearing heavy equipnt—
The power armor he wore seed light among similar equipnt, yet the total weight exceeded 300 kilograms.
As the rooftop collapsed, he could only focus on maintaining his balance as he crashed into the building.
In this catastrophic collapse, Munemasa’s movents were coherent and rapid; mbers of the Vortex Gang who were lucky could still manage to pose a counterattack, the unlucky ones could only helplessly watch as Munemasa walked over their bodies.
Every attack was impeccably precise; he would use his kick to explode a head when he didn’t need to use his fist, he would use his fist when a rocket wasn’t necessary, and each rocket explosion provided him with propulsion to move through the air.
Moreover, genuine Prosthetics included high-performance movent components and even featured various tools such as arc welders, nail guns, and high-temperature cutting blades. In an instant, it wasn’t just rooftops crashing down, but an array of parts, either tossed onto the streets or smashing to the ground.
And the Vortex Gang, they felt like they were always just a bit too slow in every action.
A little slower in raising their hands, slower in striking, even the hardness of their armor, and their running speed, all were just a bit too slow.
From being struck to complete collapse, the rooftop had disintegrated physically across five seconds; the Vortex Gang was left in tatters!
anwhile, heat generated during the operation of the Prosthetics was accumulated by the heat pumps into the dagger on his lower leg. With enough temperature, Munemasa continued to charge forward, pulling the hot dagger from his leg as it even distorted the air around!
Jostar, feeling the chain explosions and screaming behind him, had every motor and synthetic muscle fiber working at its limit—
"Help!"
Bang—
Jostar leapt from the rooftop in a flying dive, just as Jack reached underneath to catch him and his mother.
anwhile, V blocked Munemasa’s attack with her Mantis Blade on the rooftop, and the two even managed to carry out two tentative attacks in a zero-gravity state—
V blocked Munemasa’s blade, deflecting it upwards and then extended her right hand’s Mantis Blade, trying to strike him with the help of the ejection and the force of her swinging arm, but a piece of component directly sprang from Munemasa’s shoulder and knocked her blade away!
This fragnt ejected from Munemasa’s shoulder appeared externally like so sort of armor, designed with multiple layers linked together to ensure protection and flexibility; thereby, the armor was thin and elongated, like a throwing knife.
But the placent was just too tricky!
V controlled the force of her arm; next, the thrusters on her legs slightly adjusted her head’s position as her blade swung close to Munemasa’s chest, the armor plate nearly scraping her face...
Snap.
The encounter ended, and V used the dodging montum to retreat a bit and flipped mid-air, landing steadily on the ground.
While Munemasa stood on the broken street lamp watching her.
V’s expression was a bit grave, and Jack too sensed sothing amiss—there was the sll of burnt synthetic skin in the air, and hair was floating past V’s ear...
Munemasa was faster than her.
And not just a little faster, knowing that Munemasa had already completed several aerial strikes on the Vortex Gang even before clashing with her, and the last strike was completely reactionary.
V was still figuring out her next move when a black and red mosaic suddenly flashed before her; Little Octopus ca out and shattered the blur with one swipe.
For a fleeing AI like Munemasa, any electric contact was extrely dangerous.
"Now it’s a bit challenging..."
Boom!
A massive explosion occurred where the Centaur cha stood, completely engulfing the surrounding Tiger Claw Gang!
"Get in the car!!"
Da Mai’s voice brought V back to her senses, Jack carrying Jostar leapt over the wall directly, a tentacle extended from the car. V imdiately shot out Spider Silk, grabbing the Octopus Arm to vault towards Munemasa.
As she vaulted, V finally took the opportunity to look towards the explosion.
The Centaur cha burst from the flas, directly tearing a mber of the Tiger Claw Gang in half, and threw an arm towards Munemasa.
Munemasa caught the arm, swiftly dismantled the parts he needed, welded them, and directly connected the arm to the circuit at his shoulder, instantly creating a third arm.
"Round three."
The light Centaur cha broke from the encirclent of the Tiger Claw Gang, Munemasa hitched a ride, took a lower body from the robot’s hand, disassembled the parts, anwhile rushing towards Mackinaw at high speed.
His wireless network was intercepted by those controlled miniature radio frequency devices, and even just to survive, he had to take down the Brain Demon Gang’s mainfra, regain control, and possibly leverage the network to migrate to another domain.
And...
This was the last stretch.
He was determined to win this race.
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