Chapter 832: Chapter 77: The Desire to Win
According to the rules of a life-and-death battle, Hiroshi Matsushima undoubtedly lost. He used all his skills and destroyed one of Xiang Shan’s prosthetic eyes, but the cost was a half-second blackout due to overexertion of the brain. In a duel between masters, this is fatal.
But according to the rules of a tournant… it seems Matsushima didn’t win either.
This contest didn’t have scoring, but from Matsushima’s perspective, he felt he was mostly being suppressed. If there were a referee calculating points, his score might be slightly lower.
He didn’t think he had won.
But Xiang Shan just patted him on the shoulder: “You care more than I do, so it counts as your win.”
Saying this, he asked Zero for so data, waved his hand, and turned away.
Leaving Hiroshi Matsushima standing there.
Matsushima wasn’t unable to move, but for a mont, he didn’t know what to do, his mind completely blank.
Wang Jia Del, the Solo Kill King, was the first to rush over, hugging Matsushima’s shoulders: “Oh oh oh! Oh oh! Senior brother, did you hear? You won! You defeated a Martial God! My gosh! Even if it’s only in the field of Martial Studies…”
Zero also exclaid: [Hey, hey, hey, saying you don’t dare to practice Inner Strength because you fear losing your edge in external strength… hasn’t this shown you’ve progressed even further? You kid…]
Matsushima looked at his hands: “It was just that half a move… If it were actual combat, I’d already be dead.”
“But you still won!”
[Hmm, your junior brother is not wrong, your strength lies in this Martial Arts, the application of skills under ideal conditions. On this point, you even surpassed the Martial God. That’s enough.]
Jader was already imagining: “Now, when you go to the Arctic, the entire Northern Land will be in an uproar… Tsk tsk, our sect has soone whose external strength rivals that of a Martial God! Haha… hahahaha!”
Hiroshi Matsushima just felt tired.
[Oh, by the way. If you really intend to publicize this matter, then rember the trajectory of the Godspeed Court’s movents. When Godspeed Court is within three hundred light seconds of you, you must absolutely not show your face, find a way to conceal yourself. If this fa spreads and attracts the interest of the King of Godspeed, it’s over.]
The records of the King of Godspeed’s actions have always been a mystery.
Although it is rumored that he has repeatedly killed important targets, very few people know who he has actually killed. On this point, even the Turing Lineage, which controls the entire network intelligence, is not particularly clear.
For example, before the Ninth Martial God’s birth, it seems he survived a concert where the King of Godspeed attacked, but the Turing Lineage knows nothing of this, as if this event left no trace in the cyberspace. Although at that recorded ti, Mars indeed had many people mysteriously disappear, as if they had all gone to an underground concert and were then killed by the King of Godspeed. But many in the Turing Lineage remain skeptical about this.
There are too many such records that are difficult to discern as true or false. The intelligence has been completely polluted.
The confirmable records basically all relate to the Martial Gods or the elders of the old Superman Enterprise.
No one knows under what circumstances the King of Godspeed will take action, or to what extent he will go.
It’s best to be cautious about everything.
Matsushima didn’t want to say anything, just stood there, resting for more than ten minutes.
After a while, Xiang Shan changed into a First Heavenly Layer prosthetic body, then waved at Matsushima: “Learn the skills of battlefield combat well, as well as the techniques of tracking and counter-tracking. They’ll co in handy when upholding justice in the future.”
Behind Xiang Shan, three vehicles swayed, floating in the seawater, heading toward the depths of the ocean.
After a short while, Matsushima said: “We should get going too.”
“Alrighty! You can follow with confidence. I’ve traveled this path several tis! I’m very familiar with it!”
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Inside the vehicle “Mule”, Xiang Shan sat cross-legged on the floor according to old habits, arms folded across his chest, seemingly pondering Matsushima’s move. He was continuously simulating sothing, using the vehicle’s large mainfra.
Beside him sat Panic, with longer hair now, mimicking the adult posture, sitting cross-legged with arms folded, deeply pondering. She seed to have already learned how to “read” emotions from physical movents, her little face frowning, as if very troubled.
Before long, her little face frowned even more, her body swaying unsteadily.
No choice, after all, she only had a few parts cyberized, her legs would still fall asleep sitting like that.
Xiang Shan pinched her collar with two fingers and lifted the little girl, placing her on a soft cushion beside Yuki.
Yuki, on the other hand, had a look of urgency, like wanting to get sothing off his chest.
“What’s the matter?” Xiang Shan asked.
Yuki pondered: “Master… are you the kind of person who doesn’t care about winning or losing?”
“I do care, very much,” Xiang Shan replied: “Seeing others just playing gas for the story, I can’t help but want to grab the controller and earn the platinum trophy. Even the hardest opponent, I have to beat him… after all, the purpose of playing gas is to win. It’s the sa with martial arts. The ‘joy of victory’ itself is proof of ‘progress in Martial Studies’. Those who purely enjoy competing and those who purely love advancing their skills will all certainly relish victory.”
“Wow… Then why did you say the other party won just now…” Yuki grinned, “I heard you weren’t exactly… shy in the Martial Arts School.”
“In Martial Studies, nothing can be called shaless, can it? I was just demonstrating my complete learning to the tutor,” Xiang Shan said, “But this was a different ti. For a hero, every farewell could an never eting again in this life. That old guy has an obsession with winning. His obsession is heavier than mine, so let’s say he won.”
Yuki thought for a mont: “I see, in your heart, you actually haven’t lost.”
“Mm, smart,” Xiang Shan nodded: “When there’s no rule specifying what counts as a win or a loss, a double win is possible too.”
Yuki was sowhat puzzled: “But if that’s the case, then what about the title ‘The Only Defeat in Ten Thousand Battles’…”
“That probably refers to ‘Xiang Shan, the hero, only lost once in a crucial battle with the enemy’,” Xiang Shan shook his head dismissively: “Stop ntioning that title. Just talking about the tis as Xiang Shan, I’ve lost many tis in non-public sparring. When creating cyber martial arts for assassinations, I used to spar and challenge a few old friends in an abandoned air raid shelter, using stolen computers… My win rate wasn’t high back then.”
“But that’s only limited to ‘public fights’. There was only that one ti when I was ‘short of power’.”
Xiang Shan just gazed at the blinking indicator lights in front of him.
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