The person who felt the most distressed about the battle between Zhang Heng and Miss F was probably the owner of the western restaurant next door.
That was because Zhang Heng had basically used up all his kitchen knives, and they were being damaged at an alarming rate. In just two minutes, Zhang Heng had already used up more than a dozen knives.
Although he had brought a lot of knives with him, he could not withstand such a high rate of scrapping.
This also proved that Miss F did not hold back this time. One had to know that she could fight and kill the Type-VI robot on her own. Although the latter's ammunition was exhausted, and the battle between the two sides did not last long, at least in that half a minute.
But at least in that half a minute, Miss F still showed great strength.
Her mechanical prosthetic limb, in particular, was obviously made of the most cutting-edge technology. The exoskeleton warriors that Zhang Heng had fought before also used their equipment to increase their strength and speed, but the effect was completely incomparable to Miss F's mechanical prosthetic limb.
Moreover, Miss F was not someone who relied solely on her attributes to suppress others. She had obviously put in a lot of effort in practicing her swordsmanship. Although her moves were simple, that was only because of her fighting style. In actual combat, Zhang Heng realized that her judgment and movement skills were quite outstanding.
These were not things that a mechanical prosthetic limb could give her. It could only come from hard training. From the most popular female streamer on the Internet to her current strength, she was probably the only one who knew how much sweat she had shed and how many setbacks she had experienced during this period.
As the other Sande sword in Zhang Heng's hand was also chopped off, Zhang Heng now only had three swords left.
However, Miss F suddenly stopped what she was doing and said, "I can give you one last chance. Pick up your own knife."
To her surprise, Zhang Heng still shook his head and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I said that knife is too dangerous. It's not meant to be used against a friend."
"But I won't treat you as a friend anymore." Miss F's eyes turned cold. "Our plan is about to succeed. At this time, I can't let Mr. G die in your hands no matter what."
"I know what you are doing," Zhang Heng said as he pulled out a small knife from the bag. "You used this riot to attract Shengtang Morgan's armed forces. After that, you kidnapped the management, intending to encode their memories and let them help you realize the future you want. This is a smart move, and it won't attract the attention of Shengtang Morgan's headquarters."
"This is also the only way to let clones enjoy the same rights as ordinary people," Miss F said. "At least, this is the case in New Shanghai 0297. So, you should know how important this matter is to me."
"I understand." Zhang Heng nodded.
"We need Mr. G, not only because he led us all the way here, but also because we still need his leadership after this. Even if the management relents and is willing to give clones the same rights as ordinary people in New Shanghai 0297, this matter won't go so smoothly because the people here are used to the existence of clones. They're used to treating them as objects that can be altered at will, instead of residents who have an equal relationship with them. It's not that easy to change their mindset. It will be a very long process.
"Well, but your new world deserves a better leader."
"Who? You?" For the first time, Miss F looked at Zhang Heng with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
Zhang Heng did not explain anything. He just said indifferently, "You are strong, but you are still not strong enough to stop me."
"Is that so? Then let me see your true strength." Miss F also clenched the tungsten steel sword in her hand.
The two closed the distance between them again. Miss F focused her attention as before and swung the tungsten steel sword in her hand. This time, Zhang Heng did not take the attack head-on. After paying the price of more than a dozen knives, Zhang Heng had basically figured out Miss F's fighting habits. He dodged the sword directly by moving. After that, he quickly took a big step forward and rushed in front of Miss F.
While Zhang Heng was studying her, Miss F was also constantly exploring and summarizing Zhang Heng's fighting style. Zhang Heng's swordsmanship was dexterous and versatile. Although his speed was not as fast as her mechanical prosthetics, Zhang Heng could always rely on his excellent judgment and actively reduce his defensive range to block her attacks.
Zhang Heng's main defensive area was about a foot in front of him. Because the space he defended was small enough, Zhang Heng's movement path was shorter. To a certain extent, it made up for his speed disadvantage. Although the battle sometimes looked dangerous, he always managed to avoid danger.
After fighting for so long, Miss F had roughly grasped Zhang Heng's speed, strength, and other basic information. However, she did not know if it was an illusion. When the two fought again, Miss F was surprised to find that Zhang Heng's speed was much faster than before.
Miss F's first reaction was that Zhang Heng was hiding his strength. However, she quickly figured out the real reason. The large bag of knives Zhang Heng tied around his waist was quite heavy.
As the battle continued, Zhang Heng threw away more and more broken knives, and the number of knives in the bag decreased. Naturally, the weight on his body became lighter, and he moved faster.
The next moment, the distance between Zhang Heng and Miss F was less than half a meter. At this time, the shorter knife in Zhang Heng's hand finally began to unleash its true power.
Miss F misjudged Zhang Heng's speed, causing her to be unable to react in time. By the time she realized what happened, Zhang Heng was already right in front of her. Although Miss F did not panic and immediately retracted the tungsten steel sword in her hand, trying to force Zhang Heng to retreat again, the difference between a master and a master was always a hair's breadth.
In addition to his speed, what surprised Miss F even more was that Zhang Heng's fighting style had also changed. He no longer took the path of dexterity, and his moves became more and more mysterious.
In Miss F's opinion, this was almost impossible to happen. After all, the formation of a fighting style couldn't be done overnight. Everyone had their own fighting style that they were more familiar with and good at. Except for Zhang Heng, a freak who had challenged various dojos in Kyoto, no one could freely switch their fighting style.
Although Miss F had tried her best to save the situation, it was inevitable for her to make mistakes in the face of such a huge contrast. When Zhang Heng took the initiative to block her next attack, she knew that things were not looking good. Sure enough, the next moment, the knife in Zhang Heng's left hand had already pierced her heart.
At the last moment, Miss F had to drop the tungsten steel sword in her hand and reluctantly retracted her mechanical prosthetic arm to protect her chest. However, the next moment, the knife in Zhang Heng's hand suddenly disappeared. Miss F felt a heavy blow to her head, and her vision went dark. She fainted.
(End of this chapter)
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