Chapter 1066: 1066

Chapter 1066: No Room For Negotiation

In the battle between Zhang Heng and Miss F, the person who felt the most heartache was probably the owner of the Western restaurant next door.

This was because all his kitchen knives had practically been used by Zhang Heng, leaving behind an astounding trail of damage. In just two minutes, Zhang Heng had already used more than a dozen knives.

Even though he had lots of knives with him, he couldn’t withstand such a rate of scrappage.

This also proved Miss F was not holding back. She had, after all, taken out a Type-VI Hunting Robot on her own before, though she was out of ammunition and the battle had not lasted long.

But at least for that half a minute, Miss F still showed her strength.

This was especially true for her mechanical prosthesis, a contraption made of obviously the most advanced technology. The exoskeleton warriors that Zhang Heng had fought before also used equipment to increase their strength and speed but paled in comparison to Miss F’s overpowering mechanical prosthetic.

That said, Miss F wasn’t someone who relied solely on her attributes to overpower others. She had clearly put in a lot of effort in her knife skills—although her moves seemed very rudimentary, it was only because her fighting style looked like that. In actual combat, Zhang Heng realized that her prediction and reflexes were quite outstanding.

These were not qualities a mechanical prosthesis could bestow upon her. They could only come from the hard work she had put in the day after tomorrow. She had gone from being the most popular female live streamer on the internet to her current strength. How much sweat she had put in during this period—only she could’ve known how many setbacks she must’ve encountered.

After the other three virtues saber in Zhang Heng’s hand was cut off, there were only three sabers left on Zhang Heng’s body.

However, Miss F suddenly stopped what she was doing and said, “I can give you one last chance to pick up your own knife.”

To her surprise, Zhang Heng shook his head. “Thank you for your kindness, but I said that the knife is too dangerous and is not used to deal with friends.”

“But I’ll never consider you a friend anymore.” Miss F’s eyes turned cold. “Our plan is about to succeed. Presently, I can’t let Mr. G die in your hands no matter what.”

“I know what you’re doing,” Zhang Heng said as he took out a small knife from his bag, “You used this riot to attract Shengtang Morgan’s armed forces and then kidnapped the management team. You plan to encode their memories so that they can help you realize the future you want. This is a brilliant move, and it won’t attract the attention of Shengtang headquarters.”

“This is also the only way to give clones the same rights and benefits as ordinary people,” Miss F rebuked. “So, you should know how important this matter is to me, in New Shanghai 0297, at least.”

“I understand,” Zhang Heng nodded.

“We need Mr. G, not only because he has led us all the way here, but also because we still need his leadership after this. Even if management relents and is willing to grant the clones the same rights as ordinary New Shanghai 0297 people, this will not go smoothly. The people here are already used to the clones’ existence and treating them as objects that can be arbitrarily altered, rather than residents that share an equal relationship. It will not be easy to change their views, and this will be a very long process.

“Yes, but Your New World deserves a better leader.”

“Who, you?” For the first time, Miss F looked at Zhang Heng with a hint of disappointment.

Zhang Heng bothered to explain nothing. He simply said, “Your strength is not bad, but you’re still a little lacking if you want to stop me.”

“Is that so? Then let me see your true strength,” grunted Miss F as she tightened her grip on the tungsten sword.

The two closed the distance again. Miss F focused her attention like before and swung the tungsten sword. This time around, after paying the price of more than a dozen blades, Zhang Heng did not receive the sword head-on. Having had basically figured out Miss F’s combat habits, he dodged the sword, then quickly took a big step forward to dash in front of Miss F.

While Zhang Heng was studying her, Miss F was also trying to figure out Zhang Heng’s combat style. The latter’s knife skills were flexible. Even though nowhere as rapid as her mechanical prosthetic limbs, Zhang Heng was always able to rely on his excellent foresight and the initiative to reduce the range of his defense to block her attacks.

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Zhang Heng’s main defense area was about a foot in front of him. Because there was enough space for him to defend, his blades would need to travel a shorter distance. To a certain extent, it made up for his disadvantage in terms of speed, and although the situation sometimes looked dangerous, he always turned the situation around.

However, after fighting for so long, Miss F had a rough idea of Zhang Heng’s speed and strength. She didn’t know if she was imagining things, but when the two of them fought again, miss F was surprised to find that Zhang Heng’s speed was much higher than before.

Miss F’s first reaction was that Zhang Heng had hidden his strength, but she quickly realized the real reason. The large bag of knives that Zhang Heng had tied around his waist was also quite heavy.

However, as the battle continued, more and more broken knives were thrown away by Zhang Heng, and the number of knives in the bag decreased. The weight on his body naturally became lighter, so his movement speed became faster.

The next moment, the distance between Zhang Heng and Miss F was less than half a meter. At this time, the shorter knife in Zhang Heng’s hand finally began to show its true power.

On Miss F’s side, because she had misjudged Zhang Heng’s speed, she did not have time to react. By the time she realized what had happened, Zhang Heng was already close to her. Even though Miss F did not panic at all, she immediately withdrew the tungsten sword in her hand in an attempt to force Zhang Heng to retreat again. However, A hair’s breadth had already separated the two.

Other than speed, what surprised Miss F more was that Zhang Heng’s fighting style had changed. No longer was he agile, and his moves were becoming more and more mysterious.

In Miss F’s opinion, this was almost impossible. The formation of a fighting style wasn’t something that happened overnight. Everyone had their own fighting style that they were more familiar with and proficient in, and save for Zhang Heng, who had played in various training halls in the capital, probably no one else could so freely swap combat styles.

Although Miss F was already trying her best to salvage the situation, making a mistake would be inevitable in the face of this huge contrast. When her next sword was taken by Zhang Heng, she knew that things were not going well. Sure enough, the knife in Zhang Heng’s left hand was already aimed at her heart.

At the last moment, Miss F had no choice but to drop the tungsten steel sword in her hand and reluctantly put her mechanical prosthesis back in front of her chest. However, the next moment, the knife in Zhang Heng’s hand suddenly disappeared—Miss F felt a heavy blow to her head. Her vision darkened, and everything around her became black.

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