The Creators: From Night City

This is a formal competition, and the security forces equipped are enough to easily kill the three animal gangs, but they are only concerned with maintaining stability, and right and wrong are not their first consideration.

"These brainless animal gangs, when they fight, their temper is just like their work style, they are straightforward and aggressive, without any hesitation." Lao Wei complained.

"Dr. Victor, V, Jack, what a coincidence."

When Anti-Entropy was taking revenge on Hal East, the boss of East Construction Company, Jack acted as the priest's informant to help everyone sort out the troubles on Haywood Street. He met the two of them at that time. Old Wei's clinic was the official prosthetic clinic of Anti-Entropy, and David and Lucy had also patronized it.

Not only the two of them, but almost all the employees of [Anti-Entropy] who often go out on field work in Night City have patronized Lao Wei's clinic. It's because of his good reputation and excellent skills. For this reason, General Manager Gloria even signed a fixed cooperation agreement with Lao Wei. The treatment costs of his clinic can be directly paid to the company's account.

Victor Victor, one of the best cyborg doctors in Night City, is not an employee of [Anti-Entropy] at the moment, but he is better than an [Anti-Entropy] employee.

"Are you two here to watch the boxing match too?" Lao Wei greeted the two of them like a kind elder.

After receiving affirmative responses from the two, Lao Wei expressed his praise.

"Today's match is the most prestigious boxing match in recent times, 'White Knight' versus 'Titanium Earl'. You're finally here," Jack added impatiently.

"Brother, just sit still. If anyone bothers you again, call us. The three of us will leave first and won't disturb your date." Jack winked at David and elbowed Vincent, signaling him to leave quickly and stop leaning like a light-emitting diode.

"Dear audience members, everyone watching in front of the screen, welcome to the Night City division of the No Limit Boxing Tournament. I'm the host, Ji Lili!"

The host, wearing a silver suit, slicked-back hair and sunglasses, jumped onto the boxing ring surrounded by carbon fiber twisted wire.

"Today, the boxers aiming for another showdown of the century are the renowned "White Knight" Julien Rolland and the equally renowned "Titanium Earl" William von. These two world-class boxers will clash on this stage. I'm sure everyone is already eager for the ferocious clash, but don't worry! This tournament supports betting through various channels and methods, including direct collateralization of assets like real estate and stocks. If you want to try your luck, support sports, or simply want to see a particular fighter get his head ripped open, come and play a few rounds!"

"This idiot D must be the dealer!" Vincent couldn't help but complain to the two people around him.

Jack thought clearly, "You can't make much money just by collecting tickets. The main source of profit is the opening of the market."

"Then these gamblers are not afraid that the two people on the stage will fix the game." Vincent raised another question.

Old Wei, who always grumbled about prosthetics ruining boxing, suddenly said, "Of course it's not that simple. These gamblers are no fools. There's a lot of story behind today's match."

As a former boxing champion and Night City's top cyborg doctor, Lao Wei has very well-informed sources of information, especially in boxing.

"Is there any trick here? Lao Wei, can you explain it to us and broaden our horizons?" The two of them were eager to learn.

Lao Wei stopped a mobile waiter who was selling alcoholic beverages and brought two bottles of beer to each of the three people.

"Thyssen Precision Medical, the club behind the 'Titanium Earl,' may be registered in Cleveland, New America, but veterans in the industry know that the financial backers behind this medical group are military technology."

Lao Wei took a sip of beer and continued to explain these secrets that ordinary people could not understand to the two people.

"The company that 'White Knight' signed a contract with is 'Sanofi Healthcare Group'. Although this company is a subsidiary of the European Community, its logistics team members are all Arasaka people."

Chapter 267 Boxing Match

"The competition is actually a showdown between Arasaka and Militech?" Vincent looked like he needed to grow his brain.

"This kind of world-leading sporting event is a testing ground for cutting-edge prosthetic technology for major companies. It's nothing surprising. After all, no promotional method is more effective than actual combat."

"My goodness, these two will have their brains beaten out." Vincent reacted.

"Even if they don't want to fight, the companies behind both sides will force them to go all out."

"Aren't Arasaka and Militech afraid of losing face and orders if they lose the battle?"

Lao Wei sighed, "For them, winning or losing the game is important, but it's far less important than showcasing their own advanced prosthetics."

"But today's definitely going to be a head-on clash," Jack concluded. "I see people from WNS News and Channel N54 are here. These two dogs on a leash won't miss any opportunity to belittle their old rival."

Lao Wei shrugged, "Who says it's not?"

"The boxer is here." Vincent seemed very excited as it was his first time to participate in such a formal high-end boxing match.

"Oh my god, these two are tanks." Looking at the two burly boxers, who were almost the same height, Vincent cursed subconsciously.

Jack chuckled, "What do you think? This is a super heavyweight match. These top boxers are covered in the most advanced prosthetics. During their daily training, they practically drink hormones like water."

"The 'White Knight' on the left, dressed in all white, is covered in a super-heavy woven protective matrix. His body is so hard that even grenades can't penetrate it. He also underwent a full set of Sanofi Medical Group's unique blue blood circulation system transformation." As a prosthetics doctor, Lao Wei knows every detail of the contestant's body.

"This system is considered the most advanced prototype prosthetic technology. Based on published data alone, it not only increases hemoglobin's oxygen-carrying capacity to more than double that of a normal person, but also incorporates artificial porphyrin structures that can rapidly synthesize large amounts of ATP for bursts of movement. It also incorporates a CRISPR-Cas12 cell micro-editing device, which can periodically remove toxins from the body produced by strenuous exercise."

"Apart from the relatively high burden on the human body and the need for monthly injections of expensive rare element supplements, there are basically no disadvantages."

Vincent rubbed his hands and said, "He's so fierce, so his opponent must be strong too."

"Titanium Earl" Lao Wei pointed his finger at the boxers on the right side of the ring, half of whose bodies were covered with cold metal, and listed them one by one as if he was calling out a dish.

"Memory alloy skeleton: Ni-Ti-Pd shape memory alloy, with a fracture toughness of up to 219MPa·√m. Once damaged, it releases nano-palladium particles to fill the cracks."

"War Lung System: The total number of alveoli printed with Gaoqin fiber can reach 7.8 million, more than twice that of an ordinary person. It is equipped with a variable-aperture trachea, and the inner wall is coated with a catalytic oxidation layer to enable filtration. The purpose of the modification is also to increase the oxygen carrying capacity of hemoglobin."

"The precision joint integration system is considered the most powerful power output system currently available. There are over 300 micro-servo motors alone, scattered throughout his body. The distributed network he forms allows his punches to be as fast as a bullet."

"These are just the intelligence data revealed in the previous competition. In fact, each of them has a lot more tricks up their sleeves."

Lao Wei rubbed his eyes dejectedly, "Prosthetics have long since transformed traditional boxing into a battle of technology."

"Don't be so pessimistic, Lao Wei. After all, the sport of boxing has been passed down. It's better than those sports that have died out due to prostheses. Come on, Salud (Cheers)." Jack put his arm around Lao Wei's shoulders, clinked the bottle of wine, and comforted him.

The words were rough but the truth was there, and this really helped Lao Wei to cheer up.

The round bell rang and the game began instantly.

The two robots covered in human skin exchanged two or three punches the moment they approached each other.

Both sides' attacks were powerful and powerful, and with the correction of the built-in behavioral system, they appeared clean and neat.

"Hey, both of them have the behavioral integration system, but their moves don't seem very clever at all." Lao Wei commented sharply.

But this evaluation is obviously a bit high-minded. Ordinary audiences have no such experience at all. They all cheer for the fierce battle on the stage.

The two strong men moved around on the stage, making the solid surface make ping-pong sounds. The many technologies and skills gave the two men superhuman physical fitness, which greatly improved the viewing experience of the game.

Relying on his thick skin and muscles, the "Titanium Earl" used the outer side of his chitinous left arm to take the opponent's right hook. He took a deep breath, and with the help of the built-in laser gyroscope, the distributed power network throughout his body exerted force, relying on the "Watchmaker Combo" program to deliver a set of crisp and neat combination punches, which blew away the opponent's defensive posture, and took the opportunity to jab the opponent in the cheek.

Even though he had undergone a full skull replacement surgery, the 'White Knight' was still a little dizzy from the huge force. His opponent seized this opportunity, opened fire with full power, and unleashed a variety of combination punches like a rainstorm.

Both of them were incredibly strong. The fist of the "Titanium Earl" landed on the defensive fist stance set up by the opponent. Even though the "White Knight" had locked his joints immediately, his movements were still involuntarily distorted.

In this way, relying on the new technology, the "Titanium Earl" stuck to the opponent's hammer until it reached the power warning threshold of its own system, and then it dodged and retreated.

The "White Knight" was already covered in blood.

Fortunately, the drug monitoring device built into his circulatory system was releasing special stimulants into his flesh and blood. Under the effect of the drugs, this little pain was not enough to hinder his movements.

The blue blood circulatory system activated high-speed circulation mode as he intended. Amidst the pounding heartbeat, he roared twice, rushed to his opponent, and used the same violent offensive to cover the "Titanium Earl" who was "recovering his energy."

offstage.

The coaches and technicians of both sides stood beside the ring, anxiously watching the real-time physical data sent back by their boxers, and gave reasonable suggestions for dealing with the enemy as soon as possible.

"The memory alloy in my right forearm is beginning to accumulate fatigue, and slight lattice distortion has occurred. I suggest Roland immediately slow down his punches and adopt a defensive stance, Coach."

The coach of "Titanium Earl" stared intently at the two fighting parties on the ring, and rejected the technician's suggestions without even turning his head.

"Not yet. Keep up the output frequency. The first round will be over in about ten seconds. We must seize the advantage in this round."

The coach and technical staff of the "White Knight" team were rapidly analyzing the data and intelligence displayed by the opponent in this round, laying the groundwork for the counterattack in the second round.

Chapter 268 An unexpected match

Soon, the timer bell rang, and the two boxers, both injured, returned to their respective rest areas. Medical staff rushed over and used various means to relieve the pressure on both sides' bodies caused by the long-term and high-threshold use of a large amount of prosthetics.

The coach of the "White Knight" took the opportunity to lean over and whisper in the opponent's ear to arrange tactics.

"At the start of the round, you'll go all-out. Your joint torque hasn't reached critical mass before, so running at full power should catch your opponent off guard. Try using your third and sixth combination punches to disrupt their breathing. Their oxygen intake is a weak point."

The battle soon continued, and as the two sides attacked each other, real fighting gradually broke out.

In the audience, Vincent observed the fighting abilities displayed by both sides and marveled at them.

"These two guys are really ferocious beasts in human form. I feel like any of them could kill a gang on the street."

"Of course, the prosthetics they wear are all high-end products from the laboratory. They are all great gadgets that money can't buy." Jack stared at the two men fighting with fists, with a hint of envy in his tone.

"Don't envy them. These prototype technologies are very unstable. Every year, more boxers die from cyberpsychosis induced by prosthetics than are assassinated by their competitors." Old Wei poured a bucket of cold water on Jack at the right time.

In the ring, the 'White Knight' was hardly breathing, but rather snatching the air.

The entire modified respiratory system is like an air pump, greedily plundering oxygen from the outside world like a whale drinking it.

If the throughput power is higher, he might be able to drain all the oxygen around his opponent and suffocate him to death.

Intense exercise requires a lot of oxygen. When these highly toxic substances that are everywhere on the earth are absorbed into his body in large quantities, they also bring a slight tingling sensation.

The White Knight had long been accustomed to this stinging sensation. He gritted his teeth and ignored the pain, using all his strength to activate the various prosthetics in his body to unleash their maximum power, striving to make up for the disadvantage in the second round.

The opponent punched him hard in the abdomen. Even though the non-Newtonian fluid lattice of the abdominal armor hardened locally and blocked most of the impact force, he could still feel the severe pain invading his internal organs.

If it was his original flesh and blood, it would probably be more painful at this moment.

He continued to ignore the pain he had become accustomed to, and at the urging of his coach, he continued to squeeze out all the potential of the flesh and metal in his body and launched a fierce attack on the opponent.

Pain, tiny pains, surged up from all over the limbs and bones without knowing when. They floated, shone, and connected into pieces, but what they brought was not the expected severe pain, but a warm touch.

This feeling is so comfortable and peaceful that it makes people feel like they are falling into the clouds.

This extreme comfort made him pause his fierce attack involuntarily. The enemy seized the opportunity and hit him hard on the temple with a swinging punch, almost knocking him to the ground.

"Something's wrong. How could the 'White Knight' make a mistake at the critical moment?" Lao Wei discovered the problem immediately.

It was comfortable. His head felt as good as a massage after being hit hard. It was also like he had finally taken a bath after not taking a bath for a whole winter, and the thick mud and dirt on his body were rubbed off. He felt relaxed, more relaxed than ever before, as if he had returned to his childhood when he had not yet been reformed.

At that time, he was not yet wrapped in the thick metal shell, and his soul could still stretch freely along with his flesh and blood.

At this moment, he seemed to have shed the metal shackles on his body, broken through the long-standing lingering sense of impatience, and gotten rid of the vague feeling of inexplicable suffocation.

So he went crazy.

He is very happy.

The 'White Knight' seemed to be stunned by his opponent, and remained frozen in a crooked posture. However, the 'Titanium Earl' didn't care what his opponent was doing, and he took advantage of the situation and threw a hook punch directly on his cheek.

Warm liquid oozed from his face, and the 'White Knight' felt only comfort, endless comfort, and an absolute sense of freedom surrounded him layer by layer. He looked at his opponent, but found that the other party had been wrapped in a can made of steel and flesh and blood without knowing when, and was about to suffocate.

"I want to help him, liberate him, help him break free from these shackles, and help him gain 'freedom'!"

Amidst the uproar of the audience, the 'White Knight' who seemed to have been knocked unconscious suddenly righted himself. As the faces of the technical members of the team changed drastically, he ignored the opponent's intensive rain of attacks and rushed forward with a smile.

There were no rules, not even a method. He ignored the opponent's fist "massage" and threw his opponent to the ground. He grabbed the opponent's neck, allowing the micro-servo motors in his body to whine in overload, ignoring the crisp sound of the lubricated silicon nitride bearings unable to bear the burden, and at the cost of permanent damage to the prosthesis, he pulled the opponent's head off.

There was an uproar in the stadium.

The 'White Knight' has turned a deaf ear to the outside world. He has only found more 'cans' waiting for him to open and more people waiting for him to rescue.

So he faced the referee's waving hands, easily stabbed his big palms into the opponent's chest, and directly tore off the shell that bound the opponent's soul.

After 'liberating' the referee, the 'White Knight' jumped off the ring and continued his killing spree.

How could the audience not understand that the other party was suffering from cyberpsychosis, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

After several guards who came forward with guns were easily twisted into a knot by the other side, everyone rushed to the exit crying and screaming, and a stampede soon occurred.

The mad boxer paid no attention to these things. He just opened all the cans around him like a wolf catching lambs.

But unfortunately, the direction he was heading was exactly where David and Lucy were sitting.

Vincent and his two companions had already hidden far away. Jack, an experienced gangster, had his sights on the window behind him, ready to take a shortcut and make a strategic move at any time, but suddenly he found David and Lucy trapped in a corner by a cyber psychopath.

He and Vincent looked at each other and they both understood what the other meant.

"Let's do it!"

Because they were watching a game, neither of them had any heavy weapons with them. They could only take out their pistols and shoot while sprinting, trying to attract the other party's attention.

David would not sit still and wait for death when facing the cyber psychopath who was approaching him. He first fired a volley of bullets at the opponent's arm that was covering his face, and then protected Lucy and began to move to the side.

This top boxer was as tough as a human tank, with no dead angles on his body. After tearing apart two innocent spectators, he stood in front of David and Lucy.

Chapter 269 Three Heroes vs. Lu Bu

'Om'

Lucy swung out two charged monomolecular lines, a deadly whip powerful enough to cut through iron and split stone, but it only left two shallow grooves on the opponent's thick outer armor.

Instead, the opponent took advantage of this opportunity, suddenly exerted strength with his strong body, displayed a powerful sprinting speed, and rushed towards Lucy.

The 'White Knight' stretched out his arms, almost blocking off a three-meter radius of space. Although his mind was hazy, he still subconsciously seized Lucy's attack error and seized the initiative.

If she were caught by the other party, with the strength of Lucy's prosthesis, she wouldn't be able to hold out for even a second and would be torn into a rag doll.