Chapter 831: Chapter 76 Half-step Heaven Conqueror
Without an arbitrator, without a third-party server, the strategy group between the two martial artists exchanges and collides in the most primitive format.
Others can only see the points and lines colliding in space…
There is simply no computing power for imdiate calculations and modeling. Ordinary computers can no longer keep up with the level of martial artist gas, and evidently, there’s no such thing as a supercomputer at this temporary base.
The battle between the two surpasses ordinary understanding starting from the second second.
However, just as traditional martial artists can “pre-read” the opponent’s moves by observing details like footwork and rhythm, for experts, these simple point and line diagrams are enough for them to glimpse a trace of danger in this peak external strength battle.
Solo Kill King manually adjusted the spacing between points and lines so that they no longer overlapped. He rely wanted a clearer view. At that fleeting sword mont, the black-and-white wiring diagram explosively expanded, stretching outward in all directions, occupying his entire vision like a galaxy.
What flashed past him was Xiang Shan punching, pressing down on Hiroshi Matsushima in an instant.
What quickly vanished above his head was Matsushima lifting his foot, bouncing Xiang Shan’s punch away.
Spacing, rhythm, timing… both n’s grasp of these elents infinitely approaches “perfection.” Yet, the martial arts they mainly use are the sa kind.
The Martial Ancestor Fist Xiang Shan created is the mother of all punches, the true source of cyber martial arts, enriched by the creativity of the Martial Ancestor, incorporating the strengths of many followers.
Hiroshi Matsushima’s ch Armor Iron Fist, however, is the highest achievent of this martial art’s developnt to date, a masterwork in the realm of “pure technology.”
Pure “martial” has overwheld all observers who could glimpse a bit of this battle.
Only filtering through these external electromagnetic signals can one see Xiang Shan and Hiroshi Matsushima’s true state at this mont.
They rely maintain a basic stance, lowering their bodies, approaching inch by inch with the sa rhythm, the sa footwork.
TX-0 stands opposite the Martial God, sharing the view with Hiroshi Matsushima. His external strength is adequate but still far from the two present. However, he perceives the danger Matsushima faces from another angle.
Matsushima’s neural network becos unprecedentedly active, with all neurons that he can invoke excitedly swallowing and spitting information.
Even when facing Amilcare Zhao, he didn’t take this asure.
In the duel with the One Layer Heaven Martial Artist, Matsushima simply couldn’t break through the defense; the prosthetic body couldn’t keep up in speed. He could predict every attack the opponent made but often faced the dilemma of “not being able to completely evade even though predicted.” What Matsushima had to do at that ti was simply to “complete the prediction faster.”
Now, however, he faces an even more complex picture.
Facing Xiang Shan, Matsushima felt like a whole wave was weighing down upon him.
He looked at the “Source of Martial Arts,” the “Living Martial God” opposite him, seeing not the temporarily donned training prosthetic body, but the punches several martial artists exhibited over the past two hundred years.
And, the strategy group refined through countless enemies’ forging.
On a virtual level, countless strategy groups determine victory and defeat before dissipating.
This group, Xiang Shan showcases a trick seen in the semi-final 50 years ago at the Paralympics.
That group is a practical combo hidden by an unknown hero 70 years ago in a corner of the blockchain.
There’s also a group that resembles a disciple of Matsushima who left the martial arts school.
On the opposite side is the Source of Martial Artists who understood the design ideas and inherent logic of cyber martial arts most thoroughly, able to analyze the martial arts of later generations and willing to learn and develop the martial arts of future generations.
Countless duels and conclusions appear and disappear like snowflakes. Apart from Xiang Shan and Matsushima, no third person can fully comprehend this absolute space. Unlike common Literary Fights, there’s no scoring, victory and defeat only exist in mutual understanding.
Yet Matsushima beca aware that he was gradually being suppressed.
If the biggest difference between him and Xiang Shan needs to be said, it lies in the neurons themselves. Matsushima isn’t clear about how deeply Xiang Shan modified himself at the cellular level, but he hasn’t undergone any modifications at all; he only gradually increased the tal-based protein’s electrical signal transmission speed with age, operating as a Benchmark Man. Recently, he used the Restoring Enzy, so his brain is slightly damaged. All these factors affect him.
The opponent is faster, stronger…
However, Matsushima is absolutely unwilling to admit defeat. His neural network burdened with “self” has been conscripted to think about “martial arts,” interrupting the entertainnt application of “self-consciousness.” Matsushima forgot everything else, clinging to a thread of competitive spirit, pushing toward the peak of this era’s techniques, charging toward the “source.”
The extensive reading in the blockchain beca vivid at this mont. Over the past two hundred years, many martial artists, whether famous or unknown, including the Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan himself, seed to step out from history, standing behind Matsushima.
At the boundary of human cognition, “language” is pale, “paradigm” cannot fully encompass the insights of the wise. History lacking detail is pale. Compared with the Martial God Xiang Shan, who can create at will, the “Martial Ancestor Xiang Shan’s Boxing Manual” has long been left far behind.
However, at this mont, all practitioners of ch Armor Iron Fist over the past two hundred years are steering algorithms and outputting strategy groups through Matsushima’s refined martial consciousness to contend with their source.
In Matsushima’s forgetfulness, the fists and wrists of the two gently collide.
At this mont, like lightning, like sparks, like the annihilation of particles…
“Inspiration” bursts forth at this mont.
Matsushima lifted his hand at a wonderful timing.
At this instant, in many duels, Matsushima’s wiring diagram raised his right arm.
The expanded “Martial Studies” swiftly contracted. Jader and others seed to witness the collapse of the “galaxy.”
“Oh?”
In Xiang Shan’s bewildernt, Matsushima’s hands flipped over, dismantling the Martial God’s defensive stance, and the fist grazed half an inch above Xiang Shan’s prosthetic eye.
This was a pre-arranged thod to avoid damaging the prosthetic eye.
“Wow… there’s this move as well.” Xiang Shan clapped with praise. “It might just beco a very versatile move…” [Hey Zero, did you capture the output data just now?]
[Huh? Huh?]TX-0 seed sowhat puzzled: [This… who won…]
“I lost,” Matsushima said.
At that mont, his consciousness nearly disconnected, followed by a heavy sense of exhaustion.
He exerted all his strength and rely damaged one of Xiang Shan’s prosthetic eyes. It’s like when he previously destroyed Amilcare’s detector; it was undoubtedly a critical move that could alter the battle’s course.
But he overtaxed his brain and couldn’t seize the opportunity created by this one move.
“If you care so much about winning and losing, let’s say you won.” Xiang Shan patted his sudden shoulder. “According to the spar rules, you’ve indeed won. In terms of external strength, I haven’t seen anyone better than you—how about this, from now on, you can call yourself ‘Half-step Heaven Conqueror’!”
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