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Shape-mory alloy is a material that has a shape mory effect due to thermal elasticity and martensitic transformation and its reverse transformation.
After undergoing plastic deformation at one temperature, it can revert to its original shape at another temperature.
When Xiang Shan first folded the paper airplane, he did so in a constantly changing magnetic field, heating the tal foil by cutting the magnetic lines of force to then fold it at a higher temperature.
Later, at room temperature, he further processed these paper airplanes.
Inside the paper airplanes, he installed a lithium battery-powered infrared emitter and a Longbo Lens.
Inside the tal foil, the infrared rays were reflected, heating the interior, and causing the shape-mory alloy tal foil paper airplane to heat up and unfold its wings.
The paper airplane itself took into account both aerodynamic shape and electromagnetic wave reflection, appearing larger than actual size in microwave radar, not to ntion the signal-amplifying Longbo Lens.
With the addition of the infrared emitter, these paper airplanes appeared to the lower-grade processors of those missiles as the most threatening targets.
They were essentially a fast-approaching swarm of Martial Artists!
A swarm of missiles whistled as they broke apart.
Not just these miniature missiles, but even Fraser himself instinctively made an evasive maneuver.
His perception was directly linked to the radar.
He felt as though “a giant pufferfish was suddenly charging at .” The instinct of being an animal made him change his stance and take evasive action.
But Bai Man, who was more familiar with the legends of the Martial Ancestor, undoubtedly made the correct response.
He unfolded his staff, deflecting several missiles that he couldn’t avoid in ti, then the armor under his ribs opened up, launching a row of missiles.
These missiles lacked fancy auto-tracking capabilities, and correcting their trajectory was an effort.
They were specialized missiles for close-quarters combat among Martial Artists, with a much narrower application than the swarm-like missiles, even requiring manual aiming.
But, in this distance, in this state—enough!
A series of explosions erupted around Fraser.
The armor, already riven by crevices, couldn’t withstand the impact, and the cracks widened further.
Even Fraser’s frontal Vector Injector had issues.
Suddenly losing backward montum, his whole body flew backward before being pushed towards Bai Man by the Vector Injectors on his back.
Bai Man imdiately moved to et him, delivering a punch.
Fraser blocked with his left hand.
His forearm was originally equipped for launching high-temperature tal jets with electromagnetic acceleration.
Xiang Shan’s previous strike had already left a massive crack in the armor above the barrel.
Now, Bai Man’s move bent the forearm slightly, completely ruining the built-in firearm!
At the sa ti, Xiang Shan was tangled up in a brawl with several other Martial Artists on the ground.
High-tier Martial Artists had been nearby all along.
Knowing their own capabilities, they hadn’t joined the fray.
But when Hamuki called out, so imdiately sensed a change in the situation.
Several of them were only a step below Hamuki.
Since Hamuki had joined the battle, it ant that the Heroes had received reinforcents.
They, too, had to step up and show what they could do.
With this in mind, three Martial Artists burst from the aerosol.
“Be careful, the weapon in his hand is a Sonicon Blade, do not make contact with the sword edge!” Hamuki imdiately shouted.
Xiang Shan brandished his longsword.
Perhaps due to exhaustion, he felt no sense of crisis at the mont, no fear, no anger.
He was rely swinging his sword numbly.
To the Martial Ancestor, the previous slash on Fraser felt like a final burst of light.
Now, when he tried to think harder, to calculate, his brain spasd as if experiencing a physiological phenonon like “muscle fatigue, unnatural twitching.”
—My condition is indeed not good…
Xiang Shan assessed himself.
He couldn’t even rember how he used this longsword…
Perhaps he had employed the standard swordsmanship of the sword’s built-in Sonicon Blade?
He continually adjusted the vibration frequency of the weapon, switching it between several settings that corresponded with the alloy lattice structures commonly used by Protectors, leaving continuous wounds on his enemies.
—What next?
Xiang Shan’s surface thoughts seed snagged on this question.
His self-consciousness was foolishly pondering it.
anwhile, his limbs acted faster, kicking an opponent away with his foot.
Hamuki didn’t realize that Xiang Shan wasn’t in the best shape.
He only felt that the opponent’s storm-like swordsmanship was fearso but still within manageable limits.
More importantly, this man had yet to find the frequency that could instantly disrupt the lattice structure of their External Armor.
The Sonicon Blade was terrifying.
It required only a very slight slash—an action similar to a “stab”—to push the sword edge forward, just touching the enemy’s External Armor, to cause damage.
If the vibration frequency matched the lattice structure, it would maximize effectiveness, and if your External Armor was a single piece front to back, then the extending crack would start at the front of your armor and continue to the back, closing into a ring-shaped cut.
As if cut by a gigantic invisible sword.
But now, each crack, while terrifying, was still not enough to decide the battle…
As Hamuki thought this, Xiang Shan’s swordsmanship suddenly changed.
Using a technique like whip fighting, he flailed the Sonicon Blade repeatedly, using the weapon’s length advantage to segregate the opposing Martial Artists before rapidly closing in and tearing open the wounds inflicted by the blade with hand-to-hand combat.
“Ho, such ancient boxing technique…” Hamuki exclaid inwardly, “This Hero is probably not simple!”
The more exhausted Xiang Shan beca, the weaker his control over his willpower.
He began to entertain stray thoughts involuntarily.
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Scattered mories from the past ignited once again in his mind.
——This swordsmanship that uses hand-to-hand combat to win…
For a mont, Xiang Shan even lost control of his footwork.
If it weren’t for the algorithm correcting his stance, he might have stumbled and fallen.
But the algorithm’s correction of his stance caused a mont of stiffness in Xiang Shan’s advances and retreats.
Hamuki seized this fleeting opportunity, lunging forward to throw a punch.
Xiang Shan, seemingly on instinct, caught Hamuki’s forearm and, with a turn of his power…
The Martial Ancestor’s vision blurred.
He felt as if he were in a dim, natural cave, facing an ancient Cybernetically Enhanced Person.
The other party also threw a slow punch at him.
He pondered over the punch for a mont before reacting, using Borrowing Force to Strike, toppling the Cybernetically Enhanced Person from the side.
“With this, the third set of Boxing techniques should be able to handle the Martial Arts learned from us…”
——That ti, I seed really happy…
Xiang Shan reached out.
He ant to pull up the “Cybernetically Enhanced Person in his mory.” But the electromagnetic pulse in the palm of this prosthetic body made Hamuki, who was on full alert, roll away.
Xiang Shan, as if awakening from a dream, advanced with strides, adding three more slashes with his sword.
The second slash nearly chopped off one of Hamuki’s legs.
Then, a Martial Artist rushed forward, using his torso and arms to pin down one of Xiang Shan’s arms, attempting to stop Xiang Shan from taking further action.
Once again, mory covered reality.
In a daze, Xiang Shan saw a middle-aged man——he was just a low-modification-rate Cybernetically Enhanced Person.
The guy in Practice Skills attire said to Xiang Shan, “Boss, I’ve discovered a universal solution to a few moves in traditional Hand-to-hand Combat…”
Xiang Shan instinctively straightened his back.
The Martial Artist who had tried to restrain Xiang Shan’s arm was suddenly lifted off his feet.
The Martial Artist realized sothing was wrong.
His action was a major taboo in Martial Studies.
Cyber Martial Artists should never rely on their weight to suppress an opponent.
Even ordinary Prosthetic Bodies could easily lift items several tis their own weight.
But he had to save Hamuki, so he couldn’t worry too much.
This Martial Artist only hoped his comrades could arrive quickly to help.
But Xiang Shan quickly spun around, straightening his arm wielding the Sonicon Blade, forcing the approaching enemies back while simultaneously dodging several bullets.
The Martial Artist tried to regain the “tactical advantage” by bracing his feet on the ground.
In that instant, Xiang Shan’s arm shook, disrupting his balance while pushing backward.
The Martial Artist instantly lost his balance.
The vulnerable back of his neck was exposed within Xiang Shan’s striking range.
Xiang Shan held a large-caliber handgun close for shooting.
The firing speed of the electromagnetic Firearms was terrifying; within a breath, five bullets hit the sa spot, four piercing through the Armor, the last one severing the spine.
Without the ti to shake off the dead body of this guy, Xiang Shan fired two more shots with his other hand, pushing back the enemies once again.
But he was hit by several bullets himself as well.
——This won’t do…
Xiang Shan shook his head.
——If I don’t get serious soon, I might really be overturned…
Just at that mont, bullets…
no, objects with the caliber almost of shells, tore through the air, bringing about waves and turbulence.
Then, a massive shadow descended from the sky.
——Was it shot down?
Hamuki, having lost a leg, could only hop on one foot on the ground.
He saw the one who fell, who was a Hero.
——First, I must get away and then see.
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Bai Man had obtained a significant advantage.
His set of Boxing techniques had completely destroyed several of Fraser’s Firearm launchers, and his frontal Armor was almost entirely ripped open.
He believed that in just a few more minutes, he would be able to slay this enemy.
But at that mont, he saw the incandescent light in the distance.
Bai Man instinctively dodged, but a few small objects still struck him.
Fortunately, the external Armor of the low Speed of Light craft was really strong.
Bai Man realized that it was a Sniper in the distance.
All this Iron Dust had been scattered when he charged into the enemy’s ranks, not even completely covered by the Protector’s Military Formation.
So beyond the range covered by Iron Dust, naturally there were experts of the Firearms Path setting up their weapons for long-distance Sniping at him.
Since he and Fraser had inadvertently reached a height of several tens of ters, people ten kiloters away still had the chance to hit him.
And Fraser also made a decisive decision to abandon his attack and continue to ascend.
Bai Man rembered the information the Old Senior had just transmitted to him.
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