A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 72 Vajra Palm, the Ultimate Fist

The library at the University of Singapore has three floors, all with large windows. The third floor, in particular, features a sloping surface made of tempered glass to ensure ample natural light during the day.

People who study here can see the sky whenever they look up.

If the sunlight is too glaring, there is another half of the indoor space that is not exposed to the sun on the slope, where you can stay.

Guan Luoyang sat there with a large stack of books he had already read beside him. The one he was holding now was about the updates and replacements of True Spirit Machinery, and it also provided a lot of publicly available test data from various countries throughout history.

Beneath those clear and natural-colored illustrations, each page is accompanied by lengthy annotations.

—For modified martial artists, the health of their own physical body is certainly necessary to a certain extent, but what can play a greater supporting role in controlling true spirit machinery is actually the human brain consciousness.

When the first generation of True Spirit Mechanical Modification Technology first came out, there were many examples where the True Spirit Electricity generated by the willpower of ordinary people was extremely difficult to use, even just to control a mechanical hand, and could not be used for sustained combat.

However, some soldiers who became disabled on the battlefield, after undergoing modifications, showed significantly greater and longer-lasting control over their robotic arms.

In that era, the willpower of someone who could replace all four limbs with true spirit machines was one in ten thousand.

Of course, with the advancement of technology, the requirements for the modifiers themselves have become increasingly relaxed.

Even today, considering the need for prolonged warfare, very few people would replace all four limbs with true spirit machines.

The field of True Spirit Machinery is one of the most worthy and promising disciplines in the world today. Many unsolved mysteries have implicitly guided us in the direction of our continued research.

For example, in Hong Kong and Taiwan, some people who have undergone transformations habitually refer to themselves as individuals with special abilities, Qigong masters, yoga masters from India, or members of spiritual societies in Europe. Their self-proclaimed titles may simply be a way to add a sense of mystery to themselves, in order to maintain a more profound status among the population.

However, some of these individuals are indeed able to exhibit functions that the machines themselves do not possess after undergoing mechanical modifications.

Although many in academia still believe that the physical qualities of the human body are merely auxiliary elements in the True Spirit Machine, we should never forget that human consciousness is the source of the True Spirit Machine.

After reading the author's reflections in the middle of the book, Guan Luoyang also saw the author's records of his visits and investigations around the world.

It seemed that some kind of clue was already vaguely emerging in Guan Luoyang's mind.

But at that moment, his phone vibrated.

During lunchtime, there was almost no one else on this floor, so Guan Luoyang simply took out his phone to answer the call.

"Feed?"

"Hello, are you the president of the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society?"

Guan Luoyang asked, "Who are you?"

Suddenly, a scream came from the other side.

Inside the cold storage, Sanlang had one foot planted firmly on Xiao Jiang's thigh, the heel of his shoe denting into it, and said, "Does this voice sound familiar?"

Guan Luoyang put his phone away, glanced at the number on it, and his face turned cold.

"Who are you, and what are your demands?"

"The request is simple: our boss wants to meet you at the Southwest No. 2 Pier, inside the cold storage at the far east end of the container terminal."

Sanlang said, "You'd better hurry. Your little brother has less than half an hour left to live. Get here as fast as you can, and maybe you can see him one last time."

The other person's voice, amidst its nauseatingly hypocritical politeness, carried a hint of mockery.

Guan Luoyang put away his phone, and the bronze patterns on his face faintly reappeared. His eyes seemed to contain sharp, menacing iron blades that were constantly sharpening each other.

Instead of rushing out, he laid out the books he hadn't yet read on the other side of his body in front of him.

One of them was a map of Singapore, Malaysia, and Hong Kong that was drawn and published in early 1999.

Turn to the Southwest Community section and find Singapore University and Southwest Pier 2.

Guan Luoyang went out and walked towards the stairs leading to the rooftop. He kicked open the iron gate and flipped down from the side of the rooftop.

The wind whistled upwards, brushing against his body; all the scenery seemed to rise, and the ground seemed to draw closer.

After falling more than ten meters, Guan Luoyang stretched out his five fingers and pierced the wall. His body swayed suddenly, which countered the momentum of the fall. Then he released his fingers and fell again.

In the university garden, a couple was snuggling together. The man was already impatiently groping his girlfriend when he inadvertently looked up and saw a white figure falling from the sky.

Someone jumped off a building?!

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he saw the figure disappear into the lush, swaying shadows of the trees.

His girlfriend, seeing that he hadn't moved, playfully pinched him: "What are you doing?"

"Someone..."

The grass was rippling in the wind, and the leaves were flying up.

A white shadow flickered in the woods, as if glancing at them, then suddenly approached and vanished silently.

The male student was so frightened that he got goosebumps all over his body.

"There's a ghost!"

His girlfriend flew into a rage, kicked him to the ground, climbed on top of him, and started beating him up.

"What do you mean? Who are you calling a ghost?"

"Ahhh, I'm not talking about you, it really seems like... Ah! You can't even open a chili sauce bottle, how come you're using so much force..."

Less than ten minutes after Guan Luoyang left the University of Singapore, he saw the containers stacked on the dock.

Hundreds and thousands of large shipping containers were neatly arranged on that flat ground.

Different goods were spaced a certain distance apart, just like many square houses standing there, forming alleyways.

If a young child has a poor sense of direction, they might wander around inside and get lost, unable to find their way out.

However, the location given by the other party over the phone was still quite clear.

Guan Luoyang slowed down and walked into the cold storage room step by step.

This refrigerated container does not conform to international standards; it is about five meters wide, four meters high, and more than ten meters long.

Deep inside the container, there were some cargo boxes made of long wooden strips. Xiao Jiang was lying on one of the boxes, his eyes closed, his body curled up like a shrimp, twitching slightly, and blood was dripping continuously from his mouth and nose.

With his pale, blood-stained face and the cold air in the container, he looked like a dying fish.

Sanlang stood next to Xiao Jiang and said, "Oh, it's you. You came pretty quickly."

Dugu Hao chewed on a slice of raw fish, scrutinizing Guan Luoyang: "You're really young. Bionic machinery? As far as I know, although this thing is no longer top secret, it's not something an ordinary family can afford. Looks like you have some connections."

Guan Luoyang slowly shifted his gaze from Xiao Jiang and said, "He's just a small-time hoodlum. You wanted to find me, but you made him look like this first. Don't you think that's beneath you?"

"Sigh, those who know me know that I, Dugu Hao, have always been magnanimous. Even if a petty thug is careless and bumps into me, he'll at most cut off three fingers as an apology. But this kid!"

Dugu Hao shook his head and sneered, "This kid is actually so naive. He'll eat whatever I tell him to eat? Is he even a real gangster?"

Or perhaps...

The man with the golden hands blinked, his expression turning chilling. "These low-level thugs now treat gangster life like child's play?"

Guan Luoyang's gaze swept over the four people one by one, and he said, "Let's get straight to the point."

"Um?"

Dugu Hao became somewhat interested. There weren't many young people who could remain calm in the face of such a change in his expression. "Heh, it seems Black Spider's death wasn't unjust. He owed me a sum of money, yet he died at your hands. Does that mean this debt will fall on your shoulders?"

Guan Luoyang simply nodded: "Anything else?"

"And another thing, hehehe."

Dugu Hao wiped his mouth, leaned back, and said, "He was still my godson. You killed one of my godsons, shouldn't you give me another one in return?"

Guan Luoyang said, "There are only four."

"Four?"

Sanlang laughed out loud, "Can't you count? Listen carefully, there are two requirements, but you only need to remember one. Brother Hao doesn't just take on any adopted son casually. If you know what's important, kowtow three times first, and we'll make up for the banquet later when we have time. As for the Black Spider matter, we'll let it go for now."

"I mean, there are only four of you."

Guan Luoyang raised his head, and his face suddenly appeared in front of Sanlang.

call!!!!!!

The strong wind lashed the entire container, causing the hot pot on the table to shake, slip off the induction cooker, and spill large amounts of soup.

While the soup was still in mid-air, Saburo's heart suddenly clenched, and he almost watched as the bronze-like patterns gradually spread across the face of the person in front of him.

The premonition of death felt like a catastrophe, causing Saburo to raise his fist the instant his pupils contracted.

A hand, also covered in bronze-colored patterns, slashed down from above his fist. The mere tearing of the air currents ripped the silver-gray suit sleeves, and the edges of the hand faintly carried the whitish glint of fierce wind.

Saburo's punch, accompanied by the tear in his clothes, successfully flew out, but missed its mark.

Above the neck, the space was also empty when this punch was thrown.

Guan Luoyang's palm strike severed Sanlang's head, and with its remaining force, it slashed at Erlang beside him.

Jiro's one eye trembled, and he had also reacted, but he knew that his fist could not keep up with the speed of his opponent.

A golden palm came out from the air, shattering the air with a pushing motion and striking Guan Luoyang's wrist.

Erlang only felt golden and bronze light and shadow flash before his eyes, and then his stomach was suddenly pressed down by a hard object.

The moment his gaze fell downwards, he saw Dugu Hao's golden palm resting in front of his stomach, and on the other side of the golden palm was Guan Luoyang's fist.

Bang! ! !

A visible wave burst open from Erlang's stomach, and at the same time, a hole was blown in the back of his suit and shirt.

The one-eyed man's body flew out and crashed into the side of the container, creating a huge dent. The entire container shook and almost tipped over.

Guan Luoyang and Dugu Hao, almost simultaneously, raised their feet and pressed down on the other side, stabilizing the container. Their fists and palms clashed once more.

Both figures retreated.

Guan Luoyang took two steps back, crushing the wooden box. He felt as if his left wrist, elbow, and shoulder had been squeezed by a tough and thick force. It wasn't dislocated, but there was a slight stinging sensation.

The opponent's arm was clearly made of metal, yet it was able to unleash a power that was both hard and soft, a kind of penetrating force.

Even if an armored vehicle were here, with the force of his palm strike, the surface of the armored vehicle would remain unharmed, but the driver inside would likely have his bones shattered on the spot and die a gruesome death.

Dugu Hao slid back three or four steps, and wisps of white smoke rose from his golden palm, leaving a clear fist imprint.

But the fist-shaped mark is slowly being filled in, the metal in the depression is rising again, and the deformed geometric pattern is returning to normal.

The most basic mechanical structure of the arm is wrapped with a layer of shape memory metal, and then coated with a layer of gold-titanium alloy. Not counting the cost of the surgery to attach it to a human body, this one arm alone could be priced at 1.2 million US dollars when it first left the laboratory.

Only hands like these can unleash the Vajra Palm, capable of shattering paper and bricks and killing through walls!

"I was so wrong. You actually managed to withstand my Iron Palm."

Dugu Hao's voice was as piercing as a night owl's.

His facial muscles trembled slightly, his eyes filled with grief and anger as he scanned the two corpses that had fallen to the ground due to the swaying. "Erlang, Sanlang, I was naive this time. I was so wrong. I will kneel before your graves with his head to apologize."

Dugu Hao's foot stomped down heavily, shattering the leather shoes and revealing his feet, which were also golden. He bent his knees, lowered his waist and hips, and assumed a wide stance, changing his palm into a fist.

Guan Luoyang's expression changed slightly; he suddenly couldn't see anyone.

What filled his field of vision at that moment was a colossal object consisting of tons of metal and wiring.

A terrifying cannon barrel pointed directly at him!

Thank you for the dazzling starry night. Bonus chapter complete.

Today is December 31st. According to the Gregorian calendar, a new year is about to begin. I wish everyone a relaxing and enjoyable year ahead.

Happy New Year, friends!!!

(End of this chapter)