After falling and getting back up, Vill-V remained perfectly composed. By now, she had gradually adapted to the enhanced state of Herrscher Transformation.
In the past, Vill-V would lose her balance after running only a few steps and trip over herself.
Now, with assistance from the Herrscher Transformation Rehabilitation Balancer-Type, Vill-V could run dozens of steps before tripping over herself.
"Sure enough, actual combat is completely different from ordinary training."
Vill-V rubbed her aching waist and sighed. During her daily practice, she had clearly seemed to have adapted already, yet the moment she entered a real battle, it was as though she had only just encountered this ability.
That was only natural, which was precisely why actual combat was so important.
Although Vill-V had always considered herself an all-around genius, she still could not compare with those extraordinarily gifted warriors.
Those naturally talented warriors could immediately put a new power into battle the moment they acquired it.
Such monsters simply could not be measured by theory.
Kevin, for example.
She had heard that after undergoing only two genetic constitution enhancement procedures under Dr. Mei, he had immediately displayed two thousand percent of the enhancement serum's intended effect and beaten the Honkai Beast-transformed Siegfried into the ground.
The genetic constitution enhancement procedure was technology from the Three-Body world supplied by Vill-V herself, so she naturally knew exactly what the procedure was capable of.
At most, it should have allowed an ordinary soldier to reach the level of an elite zombie.
Yet Kevin had forcibly risen from the strength of an elite zombie to a level capable of contending with an Unknown-class Honkai Beast.
That was fucking ridiculous.
After all, St. Freya Academy had spent three years cultivating elite warriors at any cost, pouring every possible resource into them, and had only barely managed to attain that level.
One had to understand that St. Freya Academy's graduates had undergone six superior and far more comprehensive rounds of genetic constitution enhancement procedures. Beyond that, they had also received numerous adaptation and enhancement programs of varying scale. Only then had the genetic constitution enhancement procedures been truly converted into combat strength.
Kevin, however, had achieved the same result with only two basic procedures and even possessed greater potential.
Perhaps Dr. Mei had secretly approached Dr. Mobius and quietly modified the genetic constitution enhancement procedure.
However, Expert had her pride. She did not believe her own plan would lose to Snake.
The main reason had to be that Kevin was simply too abnormal.
Kevin: ???
Compared with Kevin's terrifying adaptability,
Vill-V had spent nearly a month familiarizing herself with Herrscher Transformation, yet she still could not bring out even one-tenth of the ability's effects.
At her current level, intercepting the Ghostfire motorcycle truly involved some risk. Worse still, if the fight dragged on until her Herrscher Transformation ended, things would become extremely awkward.
The side effects after Herrscher Transformation ended would instantly rob her of all combat ability.
Vill-V naturally had other ways to deal with Landro, but this battle was supposed to be an Azure Empyrea performance show.
Do not forget that among those present was a reporter. Never underestimate a reporter's professional instincts. He was undoubtedly filming in secret.
But if Azure Empyrea defeated her enemy with armed cannons, hacking devices, nanomachines, and similar methods...
That would be far too scientific. It would not feel like cultivation at all.
What? Vill-V had barely used the power of Herrscher Transformation, and neither the flames nor lightning had anything to do with Herrscher Transformation?
It was about presence. Did they not understand presence? Never underestimate the power of a beauty filter.
A person undergoing Herrscher Transformation felt completely different from one who was not.
It worked far better than any live projection beauty filter.
Seeing the armed motorcycle hurtling toward her, Vill-V's gaze sharpened.
This Ghostfire motorcycle truly had some impressive features. Structurally, it employed a design advanced even by global standards, and no expense had been spared on its materials. The spikes were actually made from synthetic diamonds.
Although synthetic diamonds were not rare in this era, their production costs still far exceeded those of ordinary materials. In this city of Dusk, obtaining such synthetic diamonds was even more difficult.
Within this city, synthetic diamonds could even serve as hard currency.
However, no matter how formidable the spikes were or how fast the Ghostfire motorcycle traveled, it remained riddled with flaws in Expert's eyes.
At the very least, no perfect structure currently in existence could compare with the Trisolarans' droplet.
In the Three-Body world, the shadow cast by the droplet had driven humanity to conduct extremely thorough research into high-speed kinetic weapons.
Among the resulting technologies, the Anti-Momentum Conservation Protocol stood at the very pinnacle.
This protocol did not truly violate the law of conservation of momentum. Instead, it used technology to reverse momentum in its outward manifestation.
Inspired by Tai Chi, humanity had once again taken up an ancient art and applied it to advanced scientific theory.
The Anti-Momentum Conservation Protocol could reverse incoming momentum and send it back along its original path.
Had it been installed in a starship's defenses, humanity would never again have needed to fear an attack from the droplet.
"Now... go back where you came from! Receive, Transform, Release—sneak attack!"
Vill-V shouted and drove her clenched right fist forward.
Hyaah!
A bizarre noise exploded across the entire street.
The speeding Ghostfire motorcycle truly did as Vill-V commanded. A single punch sent it turning around in midair and hurtling back the way it had come.
The underlings watching from the distance stared in slack-jawed disbelief.
This was a modified heavy motorcycle whose engine was powerful enough to tow a truck.
Yet despite traveling at high speed with all its weapons deployed, it had been forcibly turned around one hundred and eighty degrees by the fair, delicate fist of the young girl before them.
Was that girl truly a girl?!
Could she be a disguised Terminator robot?
Landro was equally dumbfounded.
"What the hell happened?"
Landro had imagined many possibilities. He might crush the girl into minced meat, she might use some technique to climb aboard the motorcycle, or there might even be a one-in-ten-thousand chance that she could stop it.
But Landro had never imagined she would punch him into turning around.
He had not even felt an impact. Somehow, he had simply reversed direction.
He could not comprehend this reality-defying phenomenon. Could kinetic energy truly reverse itself by one hundred and eighty degrees?
Because Landro was traveling so quickly, he soon returned to the wall of Twilight Street.
Just as Landro was still struggling to process the absurd sight, a tremendous impact suddenly surged upward from beneath his crotch.
With a harsh metallic crunch, the motorcycle seemed to strike an invisible wall and was instantly flattened.
Landro naturally did not escape unscathed. He was hurled directly from the motorcycle and rolled more than twenty times across the ground, scraping out a bloody trail before finally coming to a stop.
The accumulated kinetic energy had been reapplied to both him and his motorcycle.
"This isn't scientific... cough, cough."
After saying this, Landro collapsed and did not rise again.
"Boss!"
Every underling still capable of moving rushed forward and anxiously checked his condition.
Because Landro had manipulated their emotions each time he "ate someone," they did not actually fear him. Instead, they regarded it as perfectly natural.
It was no different from soldiers sacrificing themselves for their general. Such a thing was normal.
Vill-V rubbed her fist and walked toward Landro, who lay on the ground with his fate unknown, wearing an amiable smile.
She still had not used the power of Herrscher Transformation, nor had she smashed her little pink fist directly against a steel motorcycle.
After all, her strength under Herrscher Transformation was only around ten times that of an ordinary human. She was still far from becoming a Man of Steel.
Had she struck it for real, which side would have won... Obviously, steel and synthetic diamonds were harder.
That last exchange had actually been accomplished through the Cardinal Device's protective barrier.
An ordinary person could not possibly have calculated such a complex mechanical problem. Even with the correct concept, the human brain could not complete the necessary calculations within such a brief instant. Only mechanical armaments could calculate and execute the Anti-Momentum Conservation Protocol in a split second.
As for the human brain...
Perhaps only a deranged magnetic-field warrior could pull it off.