Xiang Shan looked at Hiroshi Matsushima across from him, relaxed in posture, stepping side to side five times, then jumping in place several times, before finally stretching his shoulders, checking one last time the state of his test combat prosthetic body.
Twelve hours was enough time for him to output personalized plugins and patches for this prosthetic body, ensuring that no bugs would occur when the body operated martial arts.
In contrast, Hiroshi Matsushima's demeanor was much more solemn. He assumed the starting stance of Mech Armor Iron Fist with the utmost seriousness. His prosthetic body was quiet, but its internal battle system was running at full power.
Like a steel statue of Buddha about to come to life.
Hiroshi Matsushima had once defeated Xiang Shan in a technical match, but now facing this Ancestor of Martial Arts again, the technical genius still felt he needed to bring out all his research to go all out.
—Otherwise, he would lose...
