Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"I don't know if you guys have noticed, but her kicking posture is very stiff, like a programmed android."

"...Is she going to ruin this martial arts ceremony?"

Chapter 961 This is true strength!

The instruments on the fairy boat could not recognize the extraordinary nature of March 7th's fist blade, so the judges gave it a good score.

Dahao held up a sign that read "7 points" and exclaimed:

"I've been looking forward to seeing Miss March for a while now. I hope she'd be willing to come to the Earth Balance Bureau and take on more orders."

Qingzhu held up the "8 points" sign and smiled faintly.

"Although her opponent was injured, this set of kicks was indeed very effective. Although it didn't look very fancy, it was extremely practical."

A judge from the Dan Ding Si Dan Shi (a professional judge) held up a 5-point sign and pointed out the problem.

"But her movements are too stiff. Could she have taken some kind of drug?"

Fireworks is holding up a sign that says "0 points":

"Ah, it ended so hastily, not exciting at all, 0 points! It has to be 0 points!"

Yan Huan didn't hold up the sign; instead, she silently stood up and fled the scene in shame.

……

Inside the players' hall.

Yan Huan leaned against the corner of the wall, watching the crowds come and go:

"We were too hasty; this guy actually learned how to use it."

"Mr. Yan Huan, so you've been here all along."

Camille was pleasantly surprised to see Yan Huan.

"I just messaged you but you didn't reply. I thought you were sleeping..."

"What's wrong?" Yan Huan looked up.

"That's right, Mr. Luca has already learned some of the defensive techniques you taught him in the training room."

Carmel explained:

"He can now use the energy generated within his body to deflect the trajectory of some bullets."

"Oh? You've already seen results so quickly?" Yan Huan affirmed Luca's progress.

But then he remembered the scene from when Scott and Potio fought earlier.

Even a slight deviation from the trajectory can still pose a risk of being hit.

Wasn't Scott, who was on drugs, still as fragile as paper?

But Luca didn't want to wear the protective armor.

"This is a bit tricky..."

Yan Huan stroked her chin, deep in thought.

The format of this martial arts ceremony is designed to include many dangerous attack methods, such as pistols and cannons...

The audience has learned a lot these past few days.

Moreover, Luca doesn't have a wealthy support group behind him, so he can't get any support items on the field.

How about we add him as a teammate?

Schwarz has to take care of the child, and Seele has to stay with Bronya...

Yan Huan looked up and silently focused her gaze on Camille.

"Hey little sister, would you be interested in participating in the martial arts ceremony and teaming up with Luca?"

"???" Camille was very shocked.

She pointed her finger at her own camera head.

"I?"

“Mr. Yan Huan… this is no joke, I can’t fight.”

"Besides, team play doesn't yield as many points as solo play. I can't help, and I'll only slow down Luca's promotion..."

"Why can't you help?" Yan Huan pointed at Camille's mechanical body.

"Once you're in the fray, you'll either shield Luca from those ranged weapons or cling to someone's leg..."

"Setting limits is very important. Trust me, you can definitely play a role!"

"...Do I look like something hard?" Carmel took a step back, politely declining the offer.

“Mr. Yan Huan, although I am an AI, I am still capable of being damaged…”

"It's okay, we'll fix it if it breaks."

Yan Huan put her hands behind her back and offered comfort to Carmel.

"I have some connections with the Construction Company, so I don't charge for repairs."

"This isn't about repair costs..."

Camille covered her face, feeling very embarrassed.

"Mr. Yan Huan, don't you think this kind of playing style is really too low-class?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Yan Huan asked seriously.

"For example, you bring two lumps of excrement... or you smear more excrement on yourself, and then rush into someone as soon as you enter the venue, causing them psychological harm."

Camille: "..."

Yan Huan spoke eloquently:

"Believe me, compared to any kind of cutting-edge technology, our method is much more restrained."

“No.” Camille refused decisively.

"If I were to actually do that, it would cause a public outcry and I'd be finished."

"At that point, it won't be me reporting on others, but others reporting on me."

"Tsk, isn't this a good thing?"

Yan Huan frowned:

"Being a junior reporter means only being able to record other people's glamour, and spending your whole life watching others' success. What's so great about that?"

"Listen to me, if you do this, I'll give you a bonus."

"That's black and red, isn't it?"

"Why isn't being infamous considered popular? You don't understand today's society; traffic is king..."

"No, I have my pride."

Hearing the two arguing, many other players who had free time gathered around to watch the show.

At this moment, March 7th, who had just finished his performance, stepped out of the crowd and said disdainfully:

"Yan, what are you doing? Are you forcing this woman to do something she doesn't want to do?"

"I didn't!" Yan Huan retorted.

"I'm doing this for Luca's sake. What if he gets ambushed by a high-tech gun without armor?"

"There's a humanoid shield here, might as well use it. Let's bring some junk along for support..."

"Bah, disgusting!"

"This is a competition, winning is all that matters. What's so disgusting about it? Isn't it even more despicable for people to pay money and bring their families to the stage?"

"Then why don't you do it yourself? Why don't you put that stuff on yourself?" March 7th frowned slightly.

"I think you just want to see others make a fool of themselves."

"Pah! What makes me worthy of being on stage? This is child's play, do I even need to lift a finger?"

Yan Huan crossed her arms and stared at March 7th seriously, saying:

"Comrade, I'm not trying to be mean, but as a shareholder of the Belleburg Museum of History and Culture, I'm putting my heart and soul into our city."

"And you, OMO, not only do you not speak up for me, but you also try to ruin my plans. Don't you have a conscience?"

"So what?" March 7th retorted, clearly unconvinced.

Didn't you see how I performed today?

"Why don't I join Luca's team and fight alongside him?"

"I can kick my opponent so hard they won't fall from the sky, I guarantee a win."

"Then you're really stealing the show."

Yan Huan glanced at March 7.

"Your win today was purely by luck; that company representative was still wearing bandages."

"But I still won."

March 7th raised his chin and let out a soft hum.

"My preliminary round went so smoothly, this is what you call a good start."

"Next, I will continue to win and become the champion of this martial arts competition."

"If I were to face Luca, I would surrender after a brief exchange. After all, I have contributed to Arilo VI, and I cannot ruin the future of my own people."

"Forget it, why would you let someone else have it?" Yan Huan rolled her eyes.

"I advise you to return the item and withdraw from the competition as soon as possible. Don't use this damn thing anymore."

"do not want!"