Cyber ​​Heroes

Chapter 215 Hawker

An apprentice holds the end of a short metal stick, rotates his body around once, swings the short stick high, and at the same time spreads his legs, preparing to lower his center of gravity.

Matsushima Hiroshi sighed, then took a step forward, with his toes lightly touching the guy's step.

The kid was releasing one stick hand to center himself, balancing himself amidst the onslaught.Hiroshi Matsushima just followed his force and broke the balance of this posture.

The apprentice fell to the ground, and the metal rod flew far away.

"Luo Bai, I can understand your feeling that you can't help but use it after comprehending a move. As a warrior, this is a very natural thing. However, this move is too much back and forth—and, you Don't you feel that this posture has a big flaw?"

The apprentice picked up his training weapon and lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"Moreover, the weapon was dropped in the end, and points were severely deducted." Hiroshi Matsushima continued.

The apprentice lowered his head.

"If this continues, then next month's competition, you can find your own way. We don't have so many free spots for you in the martial arts school." After Matsushima Hiroshi said the words, he realized that he had spoken a little more seriously. He patted the young man on the shoulder again: "However, if you can get rid of this bad habit in the next training session, you can get a chance to debut next season."

The young man cheered up a little.

The sports meeting can be regarded as one of the few large-scale activities on this land.Various official or private competitions.The Paralympic Games (i.e. the Paralympic Games) are even one of the few large-scale events that have been handed down from ancient times.

For asylum seekers, this mechanism can be described as an almost cost-free experimental project of external skills, and it can also quickly locate talents worth absorbing among the people.In addition, its existence can also slightly satisfy the spiritual needs of a small number of low-level people.Occasionally, patrons feel that such a large sporting event is contrary to the spirit of Dyson's principles, but for a long time no one really wanted to stop it.

If you really want to say, the reason why the Paralympic Games became popular in the entire human world was also promoted by the pioneers including Martial Ancestor.

Without higher-level opinions, they chose to maintain the status quo.

And these big and small events are also particular.The highest pursuit of a warrior is to get an invitation to the Paralympic Games.The invitation letter for this medium and large-scale event is the result of a scoring system that calculates the weight based on the warrior's past record and topicality. [The Dyson principle prohibits the emergence of organizations, so this type of job function is automatically completed by the system. 】

Simply put, you have to play well and be famous.

A warrior's normal promotion path is nothing more than gaining a little reputation in small local competitions held by private or patron masters, until he is recognized by the network system, and then invited to bigger competitions.

For the martial arts school, having a disciple enter the Paralympic Games or other large-scale competitions is the highest honor—and a guarantee of income.

For those at the bottom, the sports meeting is one of the few transparent channels for rising, and the number of people who want to sign up is actually far greater than the number of people that the sports meeting can accommodate.

The organizers of those small local competitions also have a tacit understanding with the martial arts school.They will arrange the talented students recommended by the martial arts school to the sessions with higher exposure and more points.

Of course, there is never a shortage of guys who sign up by themselves.This kind of stunned youth will generally become a stepping stone in some team competitions, or be abused by athletes who are obviously higher than themselves in the "hot atmosphere" padding.

Killing is of course prohibited at sporting events.But it shouldn't be hard to imagine what happens to athletes who have damaged prosthetics or traumatized biological brains without the resources to recuperate.

"Retail investors" do not have much future.Those who come to a circle to gamble their lives alone are either stunned or have no other way.

The recommendation of the martial arts school is very important for an athlete.

After getting the approval of Matsushima Hiroshi, the young warrior left anxiously.

Hiroshi Matsushima sighed.

Another crop.

Among his apprentices, another one went to the sports meeting.

Hiroshi Matsushima is not a sentimental person either.This sort of thing doesn't usually arouse his thoughts.After he stopped playing games decades ago, he has been teaching martial arts in the martial arts hall, and he has sent away batch after batch of apprentices.

Among these apprentices, some achieved great results, some were injured and destitute; some joined asylum seekers after being recruited, and some went to the rivers and lakes.Of course, in terms of quantity, there are also many gangsters.

He was used to this kind of thing.

This apprentice is a little different because of some of his little habits, much like Jadel from more than 70 years ago.

And Hiroshi Matsushima sent Jardl out of the city only two days ago, so it is inevitable to have some associations.

"I don't know if that idiot has escaped or not..." He thought: "After all, I still hope to escape."

According to his understanding of Jardl, if this idiot didn't escape, there is a 90.00% chance that he is dead.

Although the biological brain cannot be directly hacked like a computer, there are still ways to dig out information from it.Jardl knew his business.When judging that there was no hope of escape, Jadell would definitely destroy his own biological brain to keep this secret for Matsushima Hiroshi.

There is still a [-]% possibility that Jadell was captured before he could commit suicide.

Hiroshi Matsushima felt that it would be more appropriate for that fool to happily spend a few more years in the North Pole.

As for myself...

Ah.

Hiroshi Matsushima turned his hands behind his back.He couldn't help but look at himself again. "What am I doing here?" The thought came to him again hazy in his mind.

Although he shared a lot of knowledge from his "friends", the only non-human creature that Hiroshi Matsushima actually saw was moss - a kind of not very cute thing that grows in dark and damp places.

Hiroshi Matsushima felt that he was quite like moss.He was in a dark place, just staying there like this, nothing special, just simply living here.

He did take a little risk, but that was mostly what the friend was doing.He is just "loaning" his body and part of his brain.Really great things are done by that friend.He just watched more often, or played a little bit when this bravery could be used.

His martial arts may also resemble moss... No, maybe it's the rust attached to the prosthetic body.This rust can hinder the movement of the joints and reduce the effectiveness of the prosthesis.However, it seems that these rust marks are the only things that can prove the history of a prosthetic body.

To practice high-quality internal strength, you must return the assistance of Danzyme.Hudanase necessarily leads to the degradation of existing skills.

He didn't dare to bet that he could cultivate his external skills to the same level for the second time.

"That's right, I'm such a forward-thinking thing, so that's it." Matsushima Hiroshi returned to his room with his hands behind his back, meditated cross-legged, and collected his thoughts.Then, he replaced part of the prosthetic body and removed the training equipment before walking out onto the street.

Perhaps this is the life of "Matsushima Hiroshi".His mission is to stay here and quietly pass on the fire of "Wu".

As for "struggling with swords and rivers and lakes", it was just a momentary thought.That "friend" is strong enough to leave no trace—and he seems to have gotten what he wanted.If the Mana Knights have no other important projects, he will also reduce the frequency of activities.

Thinking about it this way, at least within a few years, I will return to my life of purely studying martial arts.

Nothing bad.

Hiroshi Matsushima thought so, and embarked on the way home.

The road was still as crowded as ever.

There are also some shops in the martial arts area that provide food for people with a low conversion rate, and some people are selling spare parts along the way-those parts are very suspicious, either picked up from the waste, or the source is not right.However, compared with the limited free parts released by the government, it is indeed a large quantity, which can meet unexpected needs.

"Take a look, take a look! Don't miss it when you pass by!"

Although the short businessman closest to Matsushima Hiroshi looks like a dwarf that hasn't grown up.He was wrapped in a khaki-colored textile, with an alloy plate hanging from his chest, and hung around his neck with scrap wires.

Hiroshi Matsushima thought the peddler's voice sounded familiar, but he didn't think much about it.In this era, there are too many people using voice packs, but there are only so many timbres that meet the "good-sounding" standard, especially in the free field.There are too many people who sound like them.

But the peddler came over and said with a smile: "Master, it's refreshing... Come and see my parts!"

Matsushima Hiroshi looked at the peddler, but his arm trembled.

The peddler took two steps back exaggeratedly, and then screamed: "Hey, don't be angry if you don't buy it! Hit someone, is this?"

If Hiroshi Matsushima still had eyelids, he would definitely jump a few times.

This peddler is basically a fully prosthetic martial artist.Although the arms and legs have changed, so I look a lot shorter... But if you only look at the head, neck and shoulders...

— This guy, didn’t leave the city?

Hiroshi Matsushima thought that the knight who assassinated the deputy head of the Knights would escape from Songying City first anyway.After all, after the assassination incident, the supervision of this city suddenly became stronger.

This guy is so bold?

Having said that, isn't it agreed that the rivers and lakes will be far away from now on?

The reason why the knight suddenly backed away just now was because Hiroshi Matsushima instinctively made the smallest mecha steel fist strike.He had to retreat, otherwise, he would be exposing himself to the old boxer's attack.

But in order not to arouse suspicion, he immediately covered it up with gags.

Hiroshi Matsushima put away his fists, suppressed his anger, and said, "Sorry, I scared you. As an apology, I will buy you a product. It should not be too expensive."

(End of this chapter)