153: Chapter 73 Street Bloodbath 153: Chapter 73 Street Bloodbath Hiroshi Matsushima, after taking a supplent, left his fortified ho to head to the dojo.
As a fully cyberized Remodeler, Hiroshi Matsushima only needed a few degrees of electricity to live on for a long ti; replenishing with a bit of polypeptides, tal ions, and carbohydrates every few days sufficed, needing only about ten grams.
Nevertheless, he always maintained the habit of replenishing his nutrients daily to ensure his brain was always at full capacity.
But as he stepped out of the safety of his ho’s security system, he realized sothing seed amiss.
The streets were just too noisy.
And this noise was not the usual indulgence and revelry of the city at night, but rather a different kind filled with a sense of oppression.
Shouts and the sounds of fighting were all around.
“What’s going on?” Hiroshi Matsushima murmured to himself, “It shouldn’t be.
The local gangs have shown no signs of turning into the Green Forest.”
With this doubt in mind, he sent ssages to several of his disciples from the past to inquire about the latest situation.
Hiroshi Matsushima had many disciples, only a few of whom beca athletes, but many joined gangs or enlisted as low-level combatants for the governnt.
He didn’t usually keep in touch with these people.
Only when the Martial Arts School might be affected, would he send a ssage to ask for so intelligence.
And thanks to the favors they owed him from the past, as long as the information he asked for wasn’t critical, those disciples were willing to answer him.
“I haven’t received any news from the officials yet, just that there’s no order to mobilize at the mont.”
“But those now within the ng Hand Gang have warned to be careful, saying that they are planning a major move…”
Hiroshi Matsushima did not ask further.
He understood sowhat the ecology of those gang mbers.
If those disciples had not yet made it into the higher echelons, they simply wouldn’t know the full picture and asking would be of no use.
And if those disciples had already reached the higher levels, they definitely wouldn’t reveal any useful information to him, making asking futile.
Suddenly, a streak of white light flashed across the sky.
Only afterwards did the ground tremble faintly.
“That direction…
Robbery Alley?
Capacitor Gang’s territory?” Hiroshi Matsushima was startled, “Such firepower from firearms, wouldn’t the governnt be likely to intervene at any mont?
Has the ng Hand Gang gone mad?
No consideration for the consequences?”
He began to walk briskly toward the Martial Arts School.
That bomb appeared to be a signal, as the nearby gang mbers quickly beca more frenzied, especially the mbers of the ng Hand Gang who acted increasingly reckless.
Hiroshi Matsushima knocked out three lackeys and disard two others before he managed to safely reach the Martial Arts School.
This ti, the entrance of the Iron Block Style Dojo was packed full.
As Hiroshi Matsushima approached, soone shouted, “Instructor Matsushima is here!” Then, the crowd automatically parted, creating a path leading inside the dojo.
Hiroshi Matsushima looked around.
It seed there were more people gathered than usual this ti.
Soon, the Dojo Master of the Iron Block Style Dojo ca out and said, “Instructor Matsushima, you have co!”
This Dojo Master, according to the hierarchy, was the disciple of Hiroshi Matsushima’s martial nephew.
Hiroshi Matsushima never cared about the ownership of the Martial Arts School itself, only about its managent, so he had never fought for the position of Dojo Master.
Even though his Martial Arts grew more powerful and his seniority increased, he remained just a Teacher.
But at tis like this, even the Dojo Master had to rely on him.
“Instructor Matsushima…” the Dojo Master said, “It seems we must rely on you this ti.”
Hiroshi Matsushima nodded, “I will do my best.”
But, with a flash of his Prosthetic Eye, he sent a ssage to the Martial Arts School Master: [I can only do my best.
After all, we can only possess Lightweight Prosthetics and have no Inner Strength.
A missile is sothing I cannot withstand.]
The Martial Arts School Master replied with a wry smile; [But it’s better than “being unable to withstand anything.” Instructor Matsushima, at least you can withstand an attack from an ordinary martial artist.
Many people here are counting on you.]
At the sa ti, he said aloud, “Instructor Matsushima, would you like to share sothing with the others?”
Everybody was hoping that the old martial master could steady their spirits.
Hiroshi Matsushima nodded slowly, then, without entering the Martial Arts School, turned around, his back facing the dojo entrance, and calmly assud a basic stance of ch Armor Iron Fist.
That was that.
……………………………..
“Kill!” “Slay!”
At the entrance to the Black Market, mbers of the ng Hand Gang clashed with the Capacitor Gang.
Two martial artists with low cyberization collided head-on, exchanging punches in a brutal confrontation.
Then ca the blossoming of blood beneath the neon lights.
Flesh clinging to prosthetic bodies could not withstand the power in cybernetic hand-to-hand combat.
Flesh instantly lost its original form, becoming an unrecognizable ss.
Although both martial artists felt pain, they did not stop, employing similar techniques to brutally strike at each other.
Within three exchanges, the lackey from the ng Hand Gang fell to the ground, his internal organs spilled out.
The Capacitor Gang lackey, ignoring the flesh sludge dripping from his body, extricated himself and attempted to attack others.
However, he was grabbed by the ankles by the fallen ng Hand Gang Martial Artist, who used a wrestler’s move to trip him onto the ground.
The Capacitor Gang Martial Artist tried to gather his strength for a kick, only to find that the ng Hand Gang Martial Artist had properly channeled his kung fu into his hands, rendering several kicks non-damaging.
Then gunfire erupted.
In an instant, the Capacitor Gang Martial Artist’s head was blown open.
The eviscerated ng Hand Gang Martial Artist was then rescued by his own people and injected with white artificial plasma.
His heart and viscera were prosthetic, so they did not leak as easily as natural organs.
Even after losing most of his innards, he still retained considerable strength.
Despite losing much of his body, the Martial Artist’s face showed little pain because he knew that according to the gang’s rules, he would certainly receive a better prosthetic body afterward.
These two Martial Artists were just a part of the vast battlefield.
Deep in the Black Market, Ambrose from the Capacitor Gang, branded with the Double-Flower Red Stick, fled at breakneck speed, but two dark shadows tenaciously pursued him.
“Die die die!” Ambrose waved his long stick wildly, his steel rod jabbing continuously and knocking several ng Hand Gang lackeys flying, forcibly clearing a path for himself.
But taking this opportunity, two other ng Hand Gang Red Sticks quickly closed in, shortening the distance between them.
Cyber Martial Arts least emphasizes “breathing,” so while Andros twirled his long stick like a windmill to force back approaching enemies, he was still able to shout, “What the hell is wrong with you ng Hand Gang lunatics?
Do you really want to fight to the death?”
“Well said.”
Suddenly, a distorted cry due to the Doppler effect sounded.
Ambrose heard it and knew sothing was wrong.
Then, “Blast Wind” burst through the wall, rolling over the spot where he had been standing.
Tang Shagu smashed through four walls before finally coming to a stop.
Behind him, a row of houses collapsed in succession.
He had charged headfirst.
This was the overwhelming advantage of a Heavy Prosthesis over a Lightweight Prosthetic.
At this mont, Ambrose from the Capacitor Gang, the Double-Flower Red Stick, had beco a pile of scrap tal on the ground, with a small silver stain on Tang Shagu’s upper arm.
With a sinister grin, Tang Shagu said, “We’ll stop only when you’re dead, ha!”
As he spoke, he looked toward a cara on the street corner and made the gesture of firing a submachine gun with both hands.
The footage from this cara would indeed be transmitted to the governnt, but most of the ti, the governnt wouldn’t bother to watch it—they had far too many caras to monitor.
Tang Shagu’s action was more of a ssage to the Capacitor Gang.
Watching this scene, John Kansas from the Capacitor Gang was on the verge of collapse.
“Why?
Why would those ng Hand Gang maniacs co and attack us with all their might?
Why say ‘fight to the death’?
Where did we corner them so that they felt compelled to do this?
But that can’t be right… I am the White Paper Fan, if there were such a plan, I would surely know about it, wouldn’t I?”
The more John Kansas thought about it, the less it made sense, and he angrily smashed the monitor in front of him.
“It makes no sense… It makes no sense… And they don’t plan to negotiate… No, not that they don’t want to negotiate, but perhaps they intend to cripple us first before talking?
But then, wouldn’t the losses among the lower gang mbers be too great?
Even if the masters within the gang were unhard, a complete loss of the lower gang mbers would cripple the gang’s execution power.
Then, the Alloy Sect would gobble both our gangs up… No, that makes no sense either.
No sign of negotiations?”
Suddenly, the person in the black robe across from him spoke up, “I rember in the information you provided, Tang Shagu was an Internal Strength Master whose external strength wasn’t that impressive?”
John Kansas nodded, “What insight does the Revered Envoy have?”
“In his physical movents, I only sensed an aura of soone accustod to slaughter.
The move he used to kill Ambrose, the ‘Olympus Tilt,’ deviated by three percent more than the standard action.
From these movents, it seems his ‘slaughter’ is not rely for fun or for ‘torture’.” The Six Dragons Sect ssenger said, “Signs point to the traits of the Green Forest.”[Note: Here “Olympus” specifically refers to the highest peak in the Solar System located on Mars, a massive mountain 27 kiloters tall.]
John Kansas exclaid in disbelief, “That’s impossible!
The ng Hand Gang has no foundation to transform into the Green Forest!
They…”
“Not ‘the gang transforming into the Green Forest,’ but ‘becoming the Green Forest.’ This collective mory isn’t sothing that can accumulate in a short period.” The Six Dragons Sect Revered Envoy shook his head, “Behind them, there must be soone who has given them a piece of the Green Forest’s collective mory, I guess.”
Stunned, John Kansas asked, “Then Revered Envoy, what should we do?”
The most significant trait of Green Forest thinking is “disregard for consequences”—if they were to care about consequences, it would certainly be under the chief premise of “not affecting my fun.”
Under these circumstances, it wouldn’t be surprising what the ng Hand Gang did.
However, the Six Dragons Sect ssenger only sighed, “The Green Forest is unpredictable and incalculable.
I don’t know why they’re attacking you.
It could be as trivial as your gang’s lower mbers having one extra sweet in their presence, or drinking water in an unseemly manner.
No help for it, just accept your fate.
Our deal is done.
Although the results aren’t ideal, thank you anyway.”
“Revered Envoy, you…”
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