doitstory Chapter 2057, Section 255: Same-Place Memories
Chapter 2057, Section 255: Same-Place Memories
Chapter 2057, Section 2.55: Same-Place Memories
Wasn't it said that she studied a combination of five martial arts: kickboxing, jujitsu, judo, kickboxing, and Filipino stick fighting? Why is she also practicing Wing Chun?
No, it's Jeet Kune Do.
Bruce Lee refined the Wing Chun one-inch punch into the Jeet Kune Do one-inch punch, enhancing its practicality and offensive power. This sparked a lasting and widespread kung fu craze in Western Hollywood. It also marked the beginning of a radical transformation of action films.
So, street martial artists have all become stunt doubles, right?
"Boom—" Curved Blade flew backward, crushing tables, chairs, and benches in his path before crashing heavily to the ground.
Looking at the deep fist mark on his chest, Curved Blade slowly stood up: "So you are Alpha (the boss)."
Compared to the curved blade's question, the waitress Spice, who had punched him away, had an even stranger expression: "How could this be?"
Based on her understanding of the human body and her past fighting experience, a solid punch from a curved blade should have caused the chest cavity to collapse and the heart to burst, resulting in immediate death. How could it only leave a fist mark, with the surrounding tissues completely intact?
"Everyone has secrets." The scimitar did not reveal them, but instead sought a solution through the calculations of the armor's AI big data.
This is a significant advantage granted to him by cutting-edge technology. It is also a unique plot variable specific to him.
“Yes. Absolutely right.” The waitress stepped back, withdrew her fist, and exhaled after gathering her energy in her dantian: “As you can see, this nightclub hides the dirtiest secrets.”
"Vampire." Curved Blade touched the fist mark on his chest and drew his twin blades.
“No, a deal.” The waitress, Spystein, revealed her true feelings: “The dirtiest deals are always those that can’t be made in the light of day.”
"Agreed." Scimitar had nothing more to say.
“That’s why there’s the saying, ‘Business is business.’” The waitress, Spice, suppressed the surging bloodlust and murderous intent in her heart and slightly turned her neck. Even though she tried her best to maintain her human form, a pair of bat wings still forced their way out of her back, full of evil beauty.
For a martial artist, this truly is like "adding wings to a tiger." It's worth noting that the only aspect of the current storyline that can't compare to martial arts is "lightness skill" (lightweight movement technique).
She ripped off the traditional Mexican tehuana skirt, revealing a pair of long, slender, bronze-colored legs. A specially made sleeveless huipil bodysuit perfectly accentuated her athletic figure. Only through the visual projection of the curved armor helmet did Wu Chen realize that the waitress was actually wearing a pair of custom-made combat boots.
"Where did you learn Chinese Kung Fu?" Curved Knife asked curiously.
“The survivor camp below.” The waitress, Spice, skillfully moved her hands and feet. “It’s strange, but since arriving here, my strength has been increasing day by day. It’s like it came out of thin air, without any reason.”
"Me too." Curved Blade deeply understands this as well.
This is precisely the biggest highlight of the same-sex battle royale under the rules of "The Savior." All the characters who are mass-produced and brought into the game will rapidly accumulate power as their counterparts die, constantly breaking through star levels. Until they become the last two survivors, then a single winner will be determined.
Just now, the scimitar killed its last counterpart and gained all its power.
This would just offset the vampire racial advantage of the waitress, Spice.
"The opponent is a mutant fighter; it is recommended to defeat him in one move." The armored AI gave the optimal solution: "Unarmed combat is not recommended."
"Tell me something I don't know." The man wielding the twin swords, Curved Blade, indeed had no intention of engaging her in a brutal, hand-to-hand combat session.
"Sever her tendons and veins, rendering her temporarily immobile." The armored AI directly outlined the blade's trajectory on the waitress Spyce's visual image: "Automatic execution recommended."
"'Automatic execution'?" Curved Blade didn't understand.
"Leave it to me to control." The armored AI's meaning was clear.
“No need.” Relinquishing control of his body was something Curved Blade absolutely could not compromise on: “I’m used to relying on myself.”
"Agreed." The armored AI had no objections.
"Are you ready?" The waitress, who had been stretching her legs, casually struck a pose.
"Come." The moment the scimitar raised its twin blades, his vision blurred. A muffled thud resounded.
With a simple sliding side kick, the waitress bypassed the gap in the double swords' defense and sent the scimitar and its armor flying.
Even as the waitress rolled to her feet, she remained in a side-kick position. Her legs, stretched to their limit, displayed a geometric beauty of strength and grace, with slightly bulging muscles hinting at explosive power. The streamlined, full lines indicated that none of the muscles were the result of mechanically built-up muscle mass in a weight room; her well-developed leg muscles were all the product of hard-hitting street combat.
For a fleeting moment, Wu Chen thought of Juli, a Mexican fighting girl from December, whose real name was Julia Hawk, and who was part of the Sun Clan, a group of twelve core members under Vega, the main villain in Street Fighter.
Clearly, the waitress in front of him was not the December he had such a significant connection with.
He gripped his twin swords tightly, and the curved blade rose with a muffled thud.
"Ready?" The waitress, her feet firmly on the ground, casually struck a pose.
"Come on!" The words had barely left his mouth when the scimitar swung its blade. Whenever a waitress tried to use the same trick again, the scimitar would swiftly slice off half her leg.
A blur swept across his face.
The scimitar flew sideways and crashed heavily into the bar.
The waitress landed with a flying kick, landing steadily.
The powerful kick even shattered the optical camouflage on the head. Beneath the flashing helmet, half of Scimitar's face was revealed. The waitress suddenly realized, "No wonder Charlie said he knew you."
After trying and confirming that it could not be repaired, the scimitar simply turned off its optical camouflage, revealing a black polymer nano-ceramic armor.
"Ah, it seems you're not alone." A sinister glint flashed in the waitress's eyes. "Who's behind you?"
"Beat me, and I'll tell you." The armored AI was working at full capacity, continuing to search for weaknesses in the waitress's moves.
The waitress nodded slowly, her demeanor noticeably different: "Okay."
Patiently waiting until the scimitar struggled to its feet from the broken bar, the waitress asked again, "Ready?"
"Come on." Shuangdao raised his hand and threw out his two swords. He then flipped over most of the bar counter and swung it with great force.
As the saying goes, "Great strength makes bricks fly." What's more, this "brick" is bigger than a person.
The waitress had no choice but to change tactics halfway through, kneeling down and clasping her hands to protect her vitals.
With a deafening crash, the countertop shattered into pieces. The waitress was forcefully swept behind the bar, becoming stuck in the original ancient stone wall of the pyramid. She struggled desperately to break free.
"Leave her alive..." Before Captain Nine-Tailed could finish speaking, Curved Blade followed up with a kick, sending the waitress flying along with the wall.
They're unlikely to die. But they won't pose a threat for the time being either.
"What?" The scimitar turned around, picked up his twin swords, and walked into the inner room.
"Find out the whereabouts of the Vampire Queen." Captain Nine-Tailed had already cleared out the vampire guards on the perimeter and led his team into the nightclub.
After tonight's performance, Santanico Pandemoni, the ancient vampire queen and "Death's mistress," vanished without a trace. Even the technologically advanced Pulsebreaker team couldn't find her.
“I know where she is.” Curved Blade pointed to his head: “Someone told me.”
"Same-site memory." Wu Chen immediately realized: "The stronger the ability, the deeper the memory."
This means that the stronger the abilities of two counterparts, the more profound the memory fragments passed on to each other. As the last two opposing counterparts, the memory fragments that Razor Charlie passed on to Scimitar were the most profound and intense of all their counterparts.
"Where is she?" Captain Nine-Tailed asked anxiously.
"In the interlayer." The scimitar knew exactly what it was.