Bionic Fist Technique.
The scene before him, like a fuse, detonated the man's memory, awakening the knowledge he had already forgotten.
At some point in the past...
The only certainty was that, in that era, animals were very common.
Sometimes, agents would use an animal prosthetic body to infiltrate enemy camps and enter areas inaccessible to humans to gather intelligence. These animal prosthetic bodies, which required a lot of space for disguise, could hardly carry weapons.
But under specific circumstances, these agents had to fight their way out with these bodies to deliver the intelligence.
When such situations arose, the only thing they could rely on was "Bionic Fist Technique."
A burst of static came from the man's voice emitter. Yuki was somewhat worried, "Yog, what are you... Ah!"
Yuki let out a scream. He saw the blue bloodlight.
It took only one move for the dog to tear open the worker's throat. The artery was ripped apart, and blood gushed out. The brain lost its oxygen supply. The worker's body contorted, then he collapsed to the ground.
When the "boom" sounded, the Secretary Officer stopped the countdown.
Five seconds.
This was still the dog playing with the worker. It ran onto the worker's shoulder. The worker wanted to hit the dog with his arm but hesitated, afraid of damaging his own prosthetic body, and the dog walked back and forth on the shoulder leisurely before finally tearing open the worker's throat.
"Patch it up," Yaningping waved his hand. Only then did the Town Mayor dare to rush over with a doctor and a first aid kit. They patched the wound with hemostatic gel, then inserted a breathing tube. Immediately after, the doctor injected a syringe of milky-white artificial blood.
If he still had tear glands, the Town Mayor would surely have cried. This worker's condition was not serious. Artificial trachea and blood vessels were cheap, at most, they would simply increase the modification rate again. The worst case would be damage to the biological brain, but for laborious work, damage to the biological brain was acceptable.
But one worker could only endure for five seconds...
Then all the workers here... along with all the townspeople, might not last for more than five minutes.
As for heavy machinery? Heavy machinery couldn't even enter that circle. Besides, the Town Mayor suspected that the other party might also have means to deal with heavy machinery.
But...
The taxes must be paid.
The Town Mayor gritted his teeth and issued a command, "Next, Dudley! You go!"
"No... Sss... can't... Sss..."
The cheap voice emitter couldn't simulate complex emotions. The man's mind churned. He wanted to say something, but he simply didn't know how to form the words.
He couldn't win.
The dog looked like a dog, but within its abdomen, there must have been a human brain—this was a Martial Artist. He mastered a Bionic Fist Technique·Imitation Beast Path—a Martial Studies refined through countless trials and tests.
Or rather... this was a set of offensive and defensive strategies using prosthetic bodies, tested countless times in experiments.
The workers' prosthetic bodies had high output, but these were industrial prosthetics. These bodies did not pursue precision, speed, or even changing direction.
It was impossible to win...
"What are you trying to say, Yog?" Yuki was very worried. He had never seen such a "Yog".
The man did not know what was wrong with himself either. Besides fear, a tremendous sadness also surged forth...
No, it engulfed him.
—No... it's not like this.
—This isn't Bionic Fist Technique... this isn't Imitation Beast Path...
The second worker named Dudley was, after five seconds, also had his throat torn open by the dog's mouth.
Yes, the dog was doing it intentionally. He deliberately controlled every killing to end within five seconds.
"Patch it up," Yaningping waved his hand, finally showing a genuinely pleased smile.
Even if he had lost his father's favor, he was still a Grand Master above ten thousand people!
The third worker came up. This time, the dog even started varying its techniques. It ran around the worker for three seconds, then suddenly jumped on his back and bit through the worker's cervical spine.
The Town Mayor cried out in anguish. This worker was ruined. The metal-based spine was a natural nerve signal transmission device, one of the few organs that could still be retained in the human body after modification. It was expensive, and even the substitutes were valuable.
Then, it was the fourth person.
A certain rage burned within the man's spirit.
—This isn't true Bionic Fist Technique...
—Real Bionic Fist Technique is based on running, on hit-and-run tactics...
—Bionic Fist Technique's strategy set originally didn't include "counterattack" or "killing the enemy." The agents' only purpose was to deliver intelligence.
—This is Martial Arts for the weak to confront the strong.
—This is Martial Arts for using frail prosthetic bodies to directly face heavily armed adversaries for a noble cause!
No, no no, no no no no no...
There's more to it!
What is Martial Arts?
Martial Arts... Martial Arts is Cao Mo's Blood Splatter Five Steps, is Zhuan Zhu's Hidden Sword, is Nie Zheng's Rainbow Piercing the Sun with one strike!
Martial Arts is the weak individual's faint resistance hurled against tyranny.
True Martial Arts are not used to bully the weak.
As the fourth worker fell, the man stood up.
It wasn't just him, several other villagers stood up as well. Everyone was worried about the safety of the workers.
The man took a step forward. Yuki held onto him. The little remaining sense in the man also told him that this wasn't right. His prosthetic body was made up of scraps and practically had no combat ability…right…
—But why…
All his loneliness and fear were gradually ignited by anger.
"Boom!"
A dull sound. Lacking touch, the man didn't realize until his body was lifted that he had been pushed by someone. The push was really forceful, dragging Yuki, who was holding onto him, down with him.
And the man also fell out of the crowd.
He had stood too far in the front.
"Yog? You…" The Town Mayor looked uncertain. He could tell that "Yog" had been pushed forward. He originally wanted to ask "Yog" to go back, but at the same time, he hesitated. Essentially, Yog was an outsider, and if he went forward, perhaps he could buy a second…
Twenty seconds had already passed…
"Oh? There's still a warrior? Eh? What kind of prosthetic body is this?" Yaningping's eyes widened, his face filled with a smile, "Perfect! Then it's you! Hahaha! I really… It's my first time seeing such a prosthetic body in my life! It's so artistic. I really like this prosthetic body."
The man knew that he had been pushed by someone.
Someone wanted to kill him.
But, unexpectedly, when he truly faced the threat of death, the fear in the man's heart disappeared, and so did the blazing anger.
In his consciousness, only a strange yet familiar emotion was left, as if the anger had burned away the fear, finally revealing the thoughts hidden by the fear.
He wanted to fight.
He wanted to fight!
Martial Arts were techniques created to resist authoritarianism. He had faced even more significant disparities between him and his enemies...
The enemy in front of him counted for nothing.
His real enemies were far more terrifying than this.
Just as a Natural Person feels a burning sensation in their muscles when exerting force, certain nerves in the man's brain released intense bioelectricity.
His brain was on fire.
—Fight...
—Fight!
The man clenched his fists. Suddenly, he had an epiphany.
For some unknown reason, he indeed had lost all his information storage, lost most of his past memories. But, his biological brain was still alive…some memories must still be buried inside!
Time had buried his memories inside his brain.
Only through fighting could those memories be unearthed—he was almost certain now that his past must have been that of a thug. He had spent a long life in battle.
Fighting was the way to link his present to his past.
Because no matter how long ago, the essence of "fight" had never changed.
"I understand now." The man's speaker, mixed with a lot of static, expressed emotions that the cheap amplifier couldn't convey. He stepped into the ring and then walked towards the stun baton on the ground.
Unlike workers specialized in high industrial specialization, his current prosthetic body, similar in size to a Natural Person of the past, could use this weapon.
Three steps to the weapon.
At that moment, Yaningping's lips curved with a hint of a smile, "Ready, start!"
The dog instantly turned into an afterimage and pounced. He inherently lacked what is called "Martial Artist's dignity," and even if he had it, the preset algorithm would react before he could think, completing the attack. The dog's mouth opened ninety degrees, ready to tear off the man's head.
"Clang!"
The dog bit into emptiness.
Its jaws clamped shut below the empty ribs of the man. The man's current torso was just like a "stick figure" with only a "supposed spinal column" made of steel, absent of any ribs. Using normal human standards to measure, it was bound to create some error.
The man twisted his body, trying to keep the hanging battery away from the dog's claws.
The next second, the dog, like a windmill, flipped in the air, its hind legs forcefully kicking toward the battery hanging from the man's chest.
The dog's claws barely grazed the battery, ultimately exhausting its strength, only causing the battery to shake violently.
And the man knew he had just walked a line between life and death.
If the battery had fallen off, the electrical energy supplied by his biological tissues couldn't drive the hydraulic devices in his legs.
The threat of death stimulated his brain. This feeling…this feeling…
—Was exactly like the past!
"Swish," the man's left elbow struck downward fiercely. The dog in mid-air had nowhere to leverage, and with that hit, it was smashed down to the ground.
Dust flew up.
Following that, the man again moved with that slow gait towards the weapon.
Two steps left!
Then, the dog flipped over, biting the man's calf.
Sparks flew.
Yaningping, somewhat incredulous, asked the Secretary Officer on the team channel, "If I'm not mistaken… his legs are solid? Are there really prosthetic bodies that rugged?"