Chapter 43: Cyber Mental Illness

"Throw the match? Hah..."

In an unnoticed corner beneath the boxing ring, Zhang Jie chuckled; not long ago, his father had also faced this situation.

His father couldn't yield, and he likewise could not yield.

The coach of the muscular female opponent wore a haughty expression, head held high, looking down on Zhang Jie.

"How's the consideration going? I think the price I offered is already sincere enough."

"Don't even think about refusing; Weilong Technology is not someone you can offend!"

Seeing the opponent's confident demeanor, Zhang Jie likewise gave a dismissive smile.

"Stupid Bo Yi."

"What did you say!"

"Stupid Bo Yi."

The two "Stupid Bo Yi" remarks left the opponent dumbfounded; furious, he pointed at Zhang Jie's nose and cursed.

"Don't be shameless!"

"If because of you Weilong Technology's stock plummets and becomes a laughingstock, do you think they'll let you off?"

Zhang Jie didn't give a damn about him, turned and walked from the corner to the ring, while the opponent's coach wore a ferocious look, his eyes venomous as he watched Zhang Jie's back.

If I were to use force now to compel his agreement, at worst I'd be detained; I could then claim it was a personal grudge, have the company's PR whitewash it, and likewise avoid suspicion of fixing the match.

The outcome of this match is already certain; if the brain's overclocked operating system can still rely on weakness detection and prediction to barely match one-on-one, then biological berserk is inferior to Stanweistin.

But if he loses this match, he's certain he won't see tomorrow's sun; the match is being broadcast, and the company might have already arranged people ready to kill him at any moment.

Moreover, the opponent sees him as merely a weakling without any prosthetic augmentation.

After weighing the pros and cons, a flash of resolve crossed his eyes; a thermal blade sprang from his side arm, he lunged at Zhang Jie, and the thermal blade thrust straight at Zhang Jie's back!

Clang!

Instead of the expected sound of flesh being pierced, there was a ringing like striking steel.

Damn! Subdermal armor!

He startled, lifting his head to meet a pair of angry eyes; instinctively wanting to flee, the next moment he was met with a lightning-fast side sweep!

Crap!

He doesn't have a hand prosthetic, so how is his speed so fast!

He took the side sweep fully; his face felt as if struck by a hammer, veering sideways.

Crack!

A crisp sound of twisting bone rang out; Zhang Jie's punch turned the opponent's head 180 degrees, and he collapsed from inertia.

Zhang Jie seethed; if he hadn't cultivated his qi to the 'Lake' realm, enabling his body's qi to reach steel-bone strength somewhere, he would at least be gravely injured, if not dead.

The arena erupted; many saw the whole scene, and the order-keeping administrators swarmed out, quickly taking control of the field.

Lying on the ground, the Weilong Technology coach with his head twisted 180 degrees wore utter despair; the operating system prosthesis implanted in his spine had saved his life, but he knew he had already been alkylated azide.

Perhaps tonight's headline will read: 'Shocking! Weilong Technology's coach intentionally bribed the opponent in the Golden Fist Tournament to fix the match'.

But it didn't matter; he was as good as dead.

The match was called off; as the event's officials, the Golden Fist Tournament quickly released their investigation results.

According to on-site surveillance and the audio extracted from it, the Weilong Technology coach attempted to bribe the opponent, was refused, grew enraged, and was ultimately killed in retaliation.

When the news broke, Weilong Technology's PR couldn't react in time; the stock market went berserk, dropping over fifteen percent overnight, and from then on Weilong Technology became a total laughingstock.

After the first round, the Weilong Technology athlete who learned of this felt her world collapse; she had painstakingly endured the first round by taking hits, and if she had tuned her prosthesis during the intermission, she would not have lacked fighting strength.

But her coach's stunt got her disqualified outright, leaving no time for a comeback.

The first match of the Golden Fist Tournament ended in such a ludicrous farce.

In the evening, Weiniya anxiously waited at the detention center gate, her small hands constantly wringing together.

That muscular female fighter is actually quite strong; without Zhang Jie, she couldn't have so precisely struck the opponent's weak point, and moreover, with one leg disabled, the opponent still managed to endure the first round by sheer grit.

After the first round ended, not only did the opponent's world collapse, but Weiniya's did as well.

The teacher was actually assaulted by the opponent's coach!

A teacher without prosthetics would surely be injured, right? Surely!

Why didn't the guards send him to the hospital for treatment!

No, not sending him for treatment doesn't mean the teacher wasn't injured?

Weiniya only felt her head in a mess, frantically spinning in place, and at that moment our Master Zhang came out with a helpless expression.

"Teacher!"

Weiniya strode over and began patting Zhang Jie's body left and right.

"Teacher! Are you hurt?"

"No."

"You scared me to death!"

Upon learning Zhang Jie was uninjured and her own check showed nothing wrong, Weiniya let out a huge sigh of relief.

Feeling Weiniya's small hands constantly rubbing all over him, especially when they lingered on his abdomen twice, Zhang Jie's face darkened.

Smack!

Her little claws got a hard smack from Zhang Jie.

"Ow! Teacher, what are you doing!"

"Your little hands aren't behaving, where are you feeling!"

Weiniya hadn't expected that her unconscious little taste would be noticed; feeling guilty, she lowered her head and decided to temporarily return to cosplaying Xiaoanchun.

Zhang Jie laughed in anger, grabbed her ear, and walked off.

「Eh eh eh!!! 」

Weiniya stood on tiptoe, being pulled forward by the teacher, just about to beg for mercy, when she heard a large crowd fleeing on the distant city street.

As screams and explosions rang out, a figure with eyes red like a mad bull charged wildly across the street.

Those fleeing screamed and shouted "cyber psychosis," and in the next instant that person's head was smashed by a fist like an iron hammer.

As the screams rang out, Zhang Jie finally made out the mad-bull-like figure; her whole body's bionic muscles kept bulging, and her head seemed to sit atop her like a dog riding Lü Bu, extremely awkward.

But Weiniya immediately recognized the person's identity: the representative athlete from Weilong Technology who had fought her in the ring, that muscular fighting woman!!

Meanwhile, the opponent obviously also noticed Zhang Jie and Weiniya; the red light in his eyes flared, he kept muttering something under his breath, and his body charged at them like a big truck.