Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 43: The Truth: Song Knowledge

A sharp sound of metal collision suddenly rang out.

The single-molecule knife and the engineering shovel collided violently, and just before the shrill buzzing sound, the two separated instantly.

"——As expected, your ability cannot keep up."

Milton regained his balance and said coldly: "No wonder you needed to weaken me beforehand."

In the brief collision, he had already felt the other person's body functions.

It is indeed far beyond ordinary people.

But that's it.

Even if he was hit by an electromagnetic grenade at close range, causing part of his prosthesis to malfunction and all power to drop - except for the power added by the opponent's power arm guard, he was still one step stronger than the opponent in other aspects!
Yes, how can a weak body compete with machines?
"Heh, such a low transformation degree, is this the so-called 'self-esteem' of a psychic?"

Milton gave a mocking smile.

At this moment, neither of them launched an attack. Instead, they walked slowly around a concrete load-bearing column and looked at each other.

After looking around, Milton turned his gaze to the young man again: "You chose this place as the battlefield, and used the environment to limit my mobility and the threat of guns. You are really well prepared."

The ubiquitous garbage dumps made of discarded steel, plastic sheets and cement can be used to set up landmines to restrict movement, and thick load-bearing columns can be used to hide and withstand bullet fire.

Milton had to admit that he was too arrogant and chose to rush in directly.

If I had carefully observed the environment beforehand and taken advantage of the terrain here, I would never be in such a mess as I am now.

"First of all, I have never been against 'implants' and 'transformation surgery'. The spotless classical psychics you mentioned are almost extinct now."

Song Shi raised his white armored arm guard and chuckled, "As for preparations, aren't you also quite cautious? Before coming here, you sprayed your entire body with "thermal insulation paint". Aren't you worried that prolonged contact with my flames would cause your prosthetic body to overheat?"

"So, where does your confidence come from right now?"

Milton took a deep breath and suppressed the taste of blood in his throat. He picked up the sword and was ready to strike at any time.

"Do you think I've never killed a psychic?" He narrowed his eyes. "This is not the ancient times thousands of years ago. What psychic power can do, technology can do as well, and even better."

"Of course, I admit that those high-level psykers are indeed a group of unreasonable monsters."

Milton said, "But what about you? I've seen the surveillance video of the institute. You are a first-level person who has just awakened. Am I right? In such a short time, what else do you have besides the psychic skills you call the Tao?"

"Oh? So, now I'm at a disadvantage?"

Song Shi was very interested.

"Even though you lost an arm and got hit by two grenades, you're still better than me?"

"Are you trying to say that I'm panicking?"

Milton chuckled: "No, this is just a simple data comparison."

"I have undergone three major strengthening operations. This pair of arms is the "Swift Fang" from Nanyu Heavy Industry. My legs have not been replaced with prosthetic limbs, but they have also been semi-transformed and strengthened. As for the artificial eyes that enhance dynamic vision, subcutaneous armor, and embedded hormone glands, there is no need to mention them."

The man raised his head and said, "Even if you try your best to weaken all of this, I am still faster, stronger, and tougher than you at this moment. This fundamental difference is something you, who are close to natural people and have a low degree of transformation, cannot understand."

But upon hearing this, Song Shi showed a strange expression and his tone became a little weird.

"No matter what, a 'psychic' is rarer than a 'non-natural person with implanted prosthesis', right? As a psychic, I don't have such a noble consciousness, so where does your inexplicable confidence come from?"

"It's like they're not even a species. Then according to your theory, the descendants of those company executives who have been undergoing gene adjustment surgery since before they were born, aren't they "people from heaven"? They really have biological superiority. Do you bow down to them and kowtow to them when you see them?" "Oh, whatever you say."

"No, I'm not interested in caring about these things. What you think is none of my business."

Song Shi interrupted: "But I must correct your previous point."

"Strength, speed, equipment, fighting style. Who told you that these can determine the outcome of a battle?"

"No, you are wrong—you are terribly wrong."

"The so-called fighting and killing means cutting off the opponent's neck! Rip open his chest! Pierce his heart! Smash his head! Crush his consciousness!"

Song Shi laughed loudly and pointed at his neck with his left hand: "Do you understand? Aim at here and you can kill me with one knife! And my engineer shovel can also cut off your neck with just one blow!"

"Strength, speed? There are so many meaningless things! It's a life-and-death battle! It's just one blow!"

"And now-"

Song Shi's voice was torn apart by the violent airflow and became unclear.

There was only an undisguised high emotion that emerged along with the rising red-gold flames.

Before he could finish his words, Song Shi had disappeared from the spot, raised his sharp engineer shovel high, and chopped it towards Milton in front of him!

"——I'm here to kill you!"

clang!
Ding-ding-ding-ding!

But within a few breaths, the single-molecule knife and the engineer shovel had collided with each other more than ten times. The sharp and violent buzzing sounds became dense and continuous, and a series of dazzling sparks burst out from the violent collision of metal!
There is no idea of ​​restraining spiritual energy.

With the combination of [Containment] and [Return], there will be no shortage of spiritual energy in the short term - the real limitation is whether the holder can control the large amount of spiritual energy supplied.

And Song knew.

——I will just complain that this is not enough!
Boom, boom, boom!

At every moment of the fight, the red-gold flames spread up along the engineering shovel, roaring towards Milton. The flames flickered in the originally dim abandoned building, and the rising temperature caused large amounts of water vapor to rise around it.

Without the realm of the second ring, Song Shi is indeed unable to perform spiritual energy release methods such as "Fireball". The "Flame of Forging" can only linger around himself or spread briefly through a medium.

The engineer shovel is this medium.

Milton backed off.

Milton retreats again!

At this moment, the thought of "unbelievable" arose for the first time in Milton's mind as he kept retreating.

Even though the bullet suppression movement and mine trap had caused him great harm not long ago, he just felt that he was too careless and that the volunteer who escaped from the institute was indeed troublesome enough.

But at the moment.

The engineer shovel wrapped in flames turned into a dancing man-eating fire snake, which kept slashing at him, forcing him to retreat continuously.

He swung the monomolecular knife with all his might, but he could only barely hold off the attack - with the combined effects of the prosthetic eye and the combat program, the motion trajectory curve and avoidance trim line that should have been projected were now rapidly dissipating and reorganizing.

It’s like, I can’t keep up with the opponent’s battle ideas.

Obviously, I have adjusted my mentality, I have prepared myself, and my body functions are superior to the other person.
——But why was it that I was the one being suppressed? !
(End of this chapter)