Chapter 50: Victory! Martial Arts Reborn!!!

The Beast King Engine is a prosthetic core fabricated from the heart of an imitation Beast Disaster King, made from the Beast King's beast core, and it possesses extremely strong prosthetic drive power.

With it, one can not only drive prosthetics or armor that impose a greater load on the human body, but also greatly amplify the prosthetic's power; however, because it uses the Beast King's beast core, no one can use it for an extended period.

Because its neural load is beyond what humans can bear, after research by Weilong Technology, it is estimated that at least the simultaneous neural load of over forty human brains is required for normal use.

The Beast King Engine possesses extremely high research value; nowadays, all of Weilong Technology's various prosthetics and implants are improved and produced with the Beast King Engine as the prototype.

No! I cannot bear this cost! I could never agree!

Oh dear! So I said it was a loan!

The sinister-looking man continued to speak with a smile.

We'll just use one month, and..

If things go smoothly, we might be able to bring back the corpse of a second Beast King, and then sell the first one to you—how does that sound?

Hearing his conditions, Dragon Boss felt tempted.

If we can obtain a second Beast King corpse, Weilong Technology's future prosthetics will be even more formidable, and its stock price will rise accordingly.

Fine! But I'll only give it to you after you kill those two people.

Good! Dragon Boss is generous!

Then I'll await your good news.

Dragon Boss rose, as if setting down a burden, and walked out of the coffee shop with light steps.

Brothers! Stop drinking, get up and get to work!

The sinister-looking man called out; the four people of varying builds behind him rose upon hearing him, and one of them spoke up.

Boss, how do we do it?

Within the enclosure area, they are indeed not allowed to kill civilians at will, but as long as it is an 'accident,' they will not be held responsible.

Follow me, and release the Cyber Madman we captured outside the enclosure area a couple of days ago.

Just say it was an accidental escape, and let some unlucky fool from the detention center take the blame.

Boss, are we really going to release it? That thing isn't easy to handle.

Otherwise? If any random Cyber Madman could cover our purpose, why bother releasing such a strong one?

On the Golden Arena.

The battle with Weir was nearing its end; both sides were covered in wounds, and many of Weir's prosthetic armor plates had been smashed, with sparks constantly flying from many places.

Weiniya's situation was even worse; her mostly organic body had numerous skin cracks, revealing the subcutaneous armor beneath, with wires exposed at her left arm, yet she continued to persist.

Weiniya's martial art called Martial Way left spectators exhilarated; all claims that she couldn't fight were refuted without attack, and know that even now, Weiniya has not even once used Stanweistin.

During their entangled combat, Weiniya gradually fell to a disadvantage; suddenly, an abnormal change occurred!

Only see Weir seizing the opportunity, grabbing Weiniya's left arm with one hand, and with the other foot kicking her fiercely, he wrenched her left arm off.

The electric wires were severed strand by strand; Weiniya felt no pain at all, and she pushed off with her feet to quickly distance herself from Weir.

His crimson prosthetic eye flickered; Weir seemed to be mocking Weiniya.

You still have... what tricks?

I said... Martial Way... is merely a product of the old era... something that ought to have been eliminated...

Seeing his halting speech, Weiniya smirked contemptuously.

Something that should have been eliminated? Do you want everyone to be like you, unable to speak clearly?

Weiniya raised her sole remaining right arm; even with only one arm, she still assumed the starting stance of Martial Way.

Weir, have you ever heard a certain word?

Fist Gang!!!

A Fist Gang burst forth in an instant, extremely fast! It pointed straight at Weir's brow.

?

Weir seemed to sense the danger, but merely seeing Weiniya throw a punch from a distance, his CPU hadn't yet kicked in before the Fist Gang reached his face.

Hum...

Weir only felt a heavy punch smash hard into his brow, his brain rang with a buzz, and his remaining brain tissue suffered a tremendous impact.

Being fully prosthetically enhanced, his only weak point was his head; thus Weir placed great importance on protecting his head, and basically no one could inflict serious injury on his skull.

But now, that extremely swift Fist Gang struck squarely at his brow; its powerful impact penetrated his brain, knocking him directly offline.

Great opportunity!!!

Zhang Jie shouted excitedly; Weiniya needed no reminder, she darted forward in a quick step, turned and spun, then lowered herself, supporting the ground with one hand, and delivered a fierce Dragon Tail Sweep kick aimed at Weir's head.

Power infused into her legs, Weiniya's legs were like wind, slamming with tremendous kinetic energy into Weir's temple!

In an instant! Vigorous aura penetrated the skull deep into the brain, and the whole arena could hear a clear 'puchi' sound.

Vigorous aura invaded Weir's brain, instantly turning it into a mush.

Blood slowly flowed from Weir's ears, nose, and eyes; his massive body swayed, and with a loud impact sound, Weir collapsed.

Oh oh oh oh oh!!!

The entire arena fell silent for a moment, then cheers erupted like a mountain‑shaking, sea‑roaring tsunami; no one mourned the fallen Weir, just as they felt no sorrow for the opponents he had once slain.

Weiniya gasped heavily, looking at the crowd boiling for her, then at the excited Zhang Jie, and finally chose to sprint toward him, throwing herself into his arms.

Teacher! Teacher!

I won!!!

Weiniya embraced Zhang Jie with one arm, her two calves kicking excitedly.

No wonder you're my student!

After so many years, this long‑held wish fulfilled, Zhang Jie felt as if he had set down a burden, his whole body lightening...

No!

Zhang Jie was lifted in an embrace by Weiniya's petite frame, and he spun around excitedly.

"Weiniya! Weiniya! Mind your image!"

"So many people are watching!!!"

Weiniya sheepishly released Zhang Jie, watching him just as excited and joyfully cheering, yet in her excited eyes a flicker of unease suddenly appeared.

"Congratulations! Our new rising star champion! This session's biggest dark horse! Martial arts heiress Miss Weiniya!"

"Winning this 36th edition! Golden Thunder! Champion of the ring boxing tournament!!!!"

"Wuhu!!!!"

The cheers rang out again; the biggest upset of this match struck! Those who thought Weir would win lost everything, while those who backed Weiniya became overnight millionaires!

At this very moment, that term long buried in history's depths — Martial Arts!

It appeared once again in everyone's view!