Chapter 745

Si Ke Te specialist! I found out! This woman… this woman is a Star Core Hunter!

Si Ke Te: "What? No wonder it was so easy to infiltrate the company's system…"

Yin Lang put on a feigned surprised expression, his tone flat: "Too bad, you found me out. Since you know my identity, I'll have to silence you with social death."

"Overbearing Mecha Loves Me, Inorganic Empire Romance… Wow, your aesthetic quadrant is really weird."

Si Ke Te youngster instantly stood to attention: "Sorry to bother you, I'm leaving now."

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Absolute Zone Zero.

"Ahhhh, he also likes mechs? Nice!!"

Ge Li Si, holding a CNC panel in her arms, her eyes shining frighteningly.

"What kind of mech does he like? Is it Liuying's mechanical armor? Or the company's remote-controlled type? Or like Luo Si Gu Mu, an inorganic life with a touch of traditional mechanical aesthetics?"

"He probably likes the Luo Si Gu Mu model after all? It fully simulates the center-of-mass transfer curve of vertebrates, and also possesses mechanical meticulousness and precision, pure ideal and elegance; the key is…… its voice is especially pleasant!! It's simply——"

"Seeing Ge Li Si unable to control herself and hugging herself, Ke Lei Da quickly jumped up and shook her older sister's shoulders."

"Older sister, calm down!"

"Si Ke Te and Ge Li Si should have plenty to talk about." An Dong nearby took off his safety goggles: "In that case, the person who likes Si Ke Te is also an artificial being… could there be some ulterior motive in liking him?"

"That artificial girl… hehe…" Recalling La Ke Shi Mi who had confessed to Si Ke Te earlier, Ge Li Si's expression grew more enamored: "Her bronze-colored mechanical skin, her audio pickup also has a hint of resonance chamber quality; combined with her perverse and twisted personality, that girl is truly captivating… Oh no, I like her so much!!"

——

"But boss, why not seize this chance to capture that woman for the bounty?"

Si Ke Te turned and glared fiercely at the employee behind him: "No more buts! Hurry up and leave, or else even your own secrets won't be safe——"

"Wait, let me give you one piece of advice before you leave."

"Wh… what?"

Yin Lang smiled faintly: "We should still trust cloud technology."

"You won't understand! Trust the ever‑changing network; humanity will never feel secure!"

After speaking, Si Ke Te fled Jinren Xiang with his subordinates in panic.

San Yue Qi let out a soft sigh: "So this victory has nothing to do with swordsmanship at all; it's the power of technology."

Yin Lang, hands on hips, boasted: "I learned a new Celestial Boat saying: 'No sword in hand, but a sword in the heart'!"

…

Upon hearing that the duel between San Yue Qi and Si Ke Te had concluded, Yan Qing and Yun Li immediately sought out Little San Yue to ask about the results.

In response, San Yue Qi scratched his head sheepishly: "To be honest, masters, Si Ke Te and I fought three times in total, but all three times…"

Little San Yue detailed each match outcome to the two junior masters; although it sounded satisfying, none of them was a formal sword‑victory.

"Huh? Why did the two masters suddenly bring this up?" Little San Yue asked curiously.

Yun Li said: "Just now Si Ke Te sent us another challenge letter, demanding a fair duel with no outside assistance, explicitly forbidding the use of Suiyang, hackers, or drugs… In short, he wants you to face him openly with sword technique."

Xing said: "That guy really doesn't give up."

"What do the two masters think?"

Yun Li nodded: "I think it's fine; lately San Yue Qi's sword techniques have been solidly practiced, giving a high chance of victory. However, if you want a sure win against Si Ke Te, you could also master a special skill."

"Heh heh, speaking of a special skill, I've already prepared the blazing thick tea."

"Eh? The blazing thick tea from Jinren Xiang?"

"Exactly. I saw a fantasy play where the hero, after drinking the blazing thick tea, swayed and stumbled; relying on his drunken sword technique—clumsy and muddled—he defeated his father's murderer."

——

Ren Ya.

"The martial art San Yue Qi mentioned is quite similar to our Chinese drunken fist," Lie Hai Wang mused slightly.

"Drunken fist?"

De Chuan was hearing of this style for the first time; he recalled that no one had ever demonstrated such a fist before.

"Hmm, even in our country, few can perform this fist."

"Drunken fist… is it a mimicry?" Gong Ben Wu Cang (Miyamoto Musashi) mulled over the term, "Pretending to be drunk to confuse the opponent?"

"No, no, no, that's the lowest form."

Guo Hai Huang, supporting his knee, rose slowly and sauntered to the center of the dojo, "I fear the little girl named San Yue Qi aims for the 'state' of drunken fist, not its 'form', right?"

As he spoke, Guo Hai Huang mimed a drinking motion—though he held no cup and no wine was in the air, Fan Ma Yong Ci Lang seemed to smell aged fine wine.

"Ordinary people, when drinking, become dull‑minded, muscles slack, senses dulled," the elder said, slowly assuming a starting stance, his posture crooked as if about to fall, "If cultivation reaches that level, it's ruinous; but if one does the opposite—"

Guo Hai Huang's foot suddenly wavered.

The elder's body, like a roly‑poly toy that lost its center, balanced on one foot, spun half a turn, and his fists casually extended backward—

"Bang!"

A muffled blast erupted in the air. Guo Hai Huang's hands touched nothing, yet the floor half a meter away was dented shallowly.

"When sober, moves leave traces—initiation, gathering, release, recovery… but once a person is drunk, no trace remains, because even the practitioner doesn't know where the next move will come from."

"However, only those with deep inner power can wield drunken fist or drunken sword; if that youngster Yan Qing is interested, he could try studying it—perhaps he could beat that little girl at the martial exhibition."

——

"Your example is well chosen; do you know drunken sword?"

San Yue Qi shook his head: "…I can't. Isn't it supposed to work after drinking the blazing thick tea?"

Yan Qing placed a hand on his forehead and said: "Miss San Yue, fantasy and reality are different."

Since Si Ke Te sent the battle letter, Yan Qing and Yun Li stayed up all night and borrowed a golden statue from Gong Zao Si to serve as San Yue Qi's training dummy; after much thought, only a golden figure's feel resembled that of a mech when struck.