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Zhang Heng and Miss F are probably the owners of the West Restaurant next door.

Because his kitchen knife was essentially expropriated by Zhang Heng, and the damage speed was staggering. In just two minutes, Zhang Heng had already used more than a dozen knives.

Though he had many knives with him, he could not survive the rate of obsolescence.

This also proves from one side that Miss F did not save her hand this time, knowing that she was able to resist the hunting and killing of the robot by herself, despite the fact that the latter's ammunition was exhausted and that the fighting between the two sides was not long.

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

Especially her mechanical prosthesis, obviously also with the most sophisticated technology, the exoskeleton fighters Zhang Heng had dealt with before, they also used equipment to improve their strength and speed, but the effect was completely incomparable with Miss F. 's mechanical prosthesis.

Moreover, Miss F is not the only person who is overwhelmed by her attributes. She has obviously done some hard work in the cultivation of the knife technique. Although the technique is very concise, it is only because her style of combat seems so. Zhang Heng discovered that her prediction and stature are quite excellent during the actual confrontation.

None of this was given to her by a mechanical prosthetic limb, but stemmed only from the harsh training she had acquired the day after tomorrow, from being the most popular female anchor on the Internet to having the strength she now has, I'm afraid she's the only one who knows how much sweat has flowed and how many setbacks she has experienced.

With Zhang Heng's other Sande knife also cut off, Zhang Heng now has only three knives left.

At this point, however, Miss F suddenly stopped her hand and said, “I can give you one last chance to pick up your own knife. ”

As a result, Zhang Heng sniffed that the words were still just shaking her head. "Thank you for your kindness, but I said that the knife was too dangerous to be used against friends. ”

“But next time I won't treat you like a friend.” Miss F's eyes are getting cold, "our plan is about to succeed, and I can't let Mr. G die in your hands at a time like this. ”

“I know what you're doing," Zhang Heng said, pulling a knife out of the bag on the other hand, "you used this riot to attract Sheng Don Morgan's armed forces, then kidnapped management, intending to code their memories so that they can help you achieve the future you want, which is smart and will not attract the attention of Sheng Don Morgan headquarters. ”

“It's also the only way to give clones and ordinary people the same rights," Ms. F said, "at least in New Shanghai 0297, so you should know how important this is to me. ”

“I can understand.” Zhang Heng nodded.

“We need Mr. G, not only because he led us all the way here, but also because after that we still need his leadership, and even if management were to relax and be willing to grant the same rights to clones and ordinary people in New Shanghai 0297, this would not go so smoothly, because the people here have become accustomed to the existence of clones and to treating them as objects that can be arbitrarily altered rather than as residents who have equal relations with themselves, it would be a long process.

“Well, but your new world deserves a better leader. ”

“Who, you?” Miss F's gaze at Zhang Heng revealed disappointment for the first time.

Zhang Heng didn't explain anything, just faintly said, “Your strength is good, but trying to stop me is still a little short. ”

“Well, let me see what you really are.” Miss F also held the tungsten steel sword in her hand.

The two men drew closer again, Miss F concentrated her attention as before and waved the tungsten steel sword in her hand, but this time Zhang Heng did not harden the sword. After paying the price of more than a dozen knives, Zhang Heng had basically figured out Miss F's fighting habits. She avoided the sword by moving directly against it, and then quickly took another big step to reach Miss F.

When Zhang Heng studied her, Miss F was also constantly exploring and summarizing Zhang Heng's way of fighting. The latter's knife method followed a clever and varied path. Although not comparable to her mechanical prosthetics in absolute speed, Zhang Heng was always able to block her attack with excellent prediction and active narrowing of the defense.

Zhang Heng's main defense area is about a foot in front of him, because the space guarded is small enough, Zhang Heng's knife movement path is shorter, to some extent compensate for his non-inferiority in speed. Although the scene sometimes seems dangerous, he can always turn the risk into ray.

However, after the battle took so long, Miss F also probably mastered basic information such as Zhang Heng's speed force, but she did not know if it was her own illusion. When the two men fought together again, Miss F was surprised to notice that Zhang Heng's speed was actually much faster than it had been at the beginning.

Miss F's first reaction was that Zhang Heng hid her strength, but she quickly thought of the real reason. Zhang Heng had previously tied a large bag of knives to her waist, which also weighed quite a bit.

But as the battle continued to be lost by Zhang Heng more and more knives and fewer knives in the bag, his weight naturally became lighter and lighter, so he moved faster.

The next moment, the distance between Zhang Heng and Miss F is less than half a meter, and the shorter cutter on Zhang Heng's hand is finally starting to play its true power.

Miss F's side, because of the misestimation of Zhang Heng's speed, caused some reaction. When she realized what had happened, Zhang Heng was already close to her. Although Miss F did not have any panic, the tungsten steel sword in her hand retrieved at the first time wanted to force Zhang Heng back again, but it was a millimetre difference between the master and the master.

In addition to speed, what made Miss F even more surprised was that Zhang Heng's style of fighting had changed, and she stopped following the path of clever change, and the trick became more and more mysterious.

This is almost impossible in Miss F's view, because the formation of the style of battle is not an overnight thing, everyone has a more familiar and good way of fighting. Apart from freaks like Zhang Heng, who has kicked big and small dojos in Kyoto, no one is expected to be free to switch their style of battle.

Although Miss F is already trying to recover the situation, in the face of this huge contrast, it is inevitable that a mistake has been made. When her next sword is taken over by Zhang Heng on her own initiative, she will know that the big thing is not good. Indeed, the knife of Zhang Heng's left hand has been stabbed into her heart at the next moment.

At the end of the day, Miss F had to drop her tungsten steel sword and retract her mechanical prosthetic limb in front of her chest, but the knife in Zhang Heng's hand suddenly disappeared. Miss F felt a heavy blow to her head, dark in front of her eyes and fainted.