The Martial Artist in the black cloak stood at the street corner, holding a piece of spine in his hand, while various limbs were scattered on the ground.
Yet he did not look at the destruction he had caused; instead, he tilted his head to gaze at the sky.
A dense metal aerosol had already blocked out the daylight.
"To actually damage one's own arm to discard the command system... Even the government would do such a thing, huh? Heh, their intention against me is quite clear. It's to defend against 'this side'."
"The previous remote hijacking of the prosthetic body's control rights must have been discovered. This time, those who have come either have a biological brain built-in or are machines that retain only a hardware input interface, act according to preset parameters, and don't accept any external signals."
This is the terrifying aspect of an Internal Strength Master. An Internal Strength Master lurking like a ghost can force the government to give up what they're best at.
