Galactic Garbage Station

Chapter 1011: This is a propaganda blockhouse

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"Hurry up and save people." The people on Will's side were stunned for a while before they realized what was going on, and rushed forward to rescue Will. No wonder they were in a daze. This was so unbelievable that a man with three prosthetic limbs knocked Will unconscious. How is this possible? This kind of result has never been thought of before.

"Win, Tian Dazhu won?" Ji Xiaoting was stunned and couldn't believe it.

"And he won so easily. His strength is not at the same level at all. Tian Dazhu obviously lacked experience and was a little panicked at first. If not, he might have killed Will instantly." Wu Long exclaimed.

"That metal prosthetic limb is so handsome, isn't it?" Huo Feiyun's eyes shone. He never thought that one day, with his intact limbs, he would actually envy other people's prosthetic limbs.

"The level of Tai Chi is also very high. It's hard to believe that I only learned it for two or three days." Cai Wufeng said.

"I didn't expect that our dad could be so powerful." The young man and woman were still confused.

"Ah Jing, how did you do it?" Huo Hongyang asked. Everyone turned to look at Su Jing. They had known about Su Jing for a long time, but it was still hard to accept what they were seeing. Su Jing just smiled and did not answer.

The audience was still talking and digesting this unacceptable fact.

"Isn't all this before you just a dream?"

"It's like watching a science fiction movie."

"Do you think it's Tian Dazhu who's better at martial arts or the metal prosthetic limbs?"

"Of course, the metal prosthetic limbs are very powerful. Just now, his intact legs seemed to be weak in terms of speed, reaction, and strength. They were not used at all. They were like a burden."

"I just got closer and heard it. It seems that Tian Dazhu has never learned martial arts since he was a child. He only studied with Su Jing for two or three days recently. Three days ago, he could only sit in a wheelchair."

Under the gaze of everyone, Tian Dazhu calmly got off the stage and nodded to Su Jing, indicating that he had completed the task. He took the towel handed over by his daughter and wiped the sweat from his face. Naturally, he used a pair of metal prosthetics. His movements were casual and natural, just like his own arms. Every move made the audience watch intently. Huo Feiyun, Ji Xiaoting and others couldn't help but step forward to take a closer look, and even stretched out their hands to touch it, as if they were curious about babies.

"Let's go." Su Jing led the team to leave. When they were about to walk out of the door, Will woke up. He stared blankly at Tian Dazhu's back, looking at the thin body and metal prosthetic limbs. After a while, When he came back to his senses, he remembered what had just happened. He couldn't accept it, couldn't accept it, struggled to get up, and shouted, "Stop."

However, due to his injuries and his shortness of breath, he actually opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His head felt dizzy and he almost fainted again. The coach, agent and doctor quickly held him down and advised him to forget it. Although they were unwilling to give in, they had clearly seen the scene just now and knew that if they competed again, the result would still be the same, or even worse, because the other party was much stronger. If he can't even compete with a disabled person, how can he challenge the entire traditional Chinese martial arts world? If Cai Wufeng, Huo Feiyun or even Su Jing played, would they still be alive? They all sighed in their hearts, China is really a terrible country. Even a disabled person is so awesome. It seems that they should not show off like this in the future.

Many spectators ran out and followed them all the way. When many passers-by saw Su Jing and Tian Dazhu, they couldn't help but stop and watch. Tian Dazhu looked so eye-catching. Needless to say, the reporters had just taken a video, but they were still not satisfied. They chased after them and kept filming until Su Jing and Tian Dazhu got in the car and left.

Reporters quickly edited the news and published it, which quickly attracted widespread attention.

"The results of the game are out, and I don't know who won."

"That Tian Dazhu was brought here by Su Jing. Our traditional martial arts side should win."

"I think it's better not to be too arrogant before the results come out. That Will is by no means a fuel-efficient guy."

"Wait a minute, what's going on? Am I right? Tian Dazhu is actually a disabled person. How can he win?"

"Here I go, this prosthetic limb is too flexible and cool."

"We won. Tian Dazhu actually won. He killed the opponent instantly. This was blinding to me."

"This is the most formidable prosthetic leg I have ever seen."

"Su Jing, this is to promote the newly developed prosthetic limbs. I have seen various promotional conferences, but this is the first time I have seen it in this form. I can only say that this promotion is really too formidable."

"Before, I said that he suddenly engaged in scientific research and was half-hearted, and he would definitely not achieve anything famous. Who would have thought that he would suddenly come up with such an awesome prosthetic limb? This is really amazing."

The original theme of this competition was a contest between traditional Chinese martial arts and American fighting skills. Now that traditional Chinese martial arts has won, everyone's focus is no longer on this, and has completely shifted to the prosthetic limbs. The news and video quickly spread online, in Moments, forums, Weibo and other places, causing a huge sensation. Netizens were all dumbfounded when they first watched it.

"Master Huo, it's not good." The gentle young man was calling Huo Yunshu, his voice full of worry.

"What's wrong?" Huo Yunshu asked.

"The prosthetic limb developed by Su Jing has begun to be promoted."

"Why didn't I hear the news about the publicity conference? How about his prosthetic limb?"

"He did not hold a press conference, or he chose an extremely bold and alternative publicity conference. An American fighting master challenged traditional Chinese martial arts, and Su Jing led people to challenge. You should have heard this news. Su Jing led The one who went there was a thin, middle-aged man with three prosthetic limbs, and he still won.”

"..." Huo Yunshu on the other side lost his voice.

"Director Wang, the promotion of neuroprosthetics may have to be advanced." Zheng Nan quickly walked into the office of Super Dimension Group Corporation and said to Wang Zhuo who was working.

"Why is it suddenly being advanced? What did Ah Jing say?" Wang Zhuo was stunned.

"If he doesn't say it, it means he said it. You can see for yourself." Zheng Nan looked a little weird and opened the news video for Wang Zhuo to watch. After Wang Zhuo watched it, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It turns out that the propaganda has already started. This propaganda It’s so shocking that only Ah Jing can do such a thing, even my blood boils with excitement. But why didn’t you tell me in advance? This sudden surprise might give you a heart attack.”

"You have to ask Director Su about this. He didn't tell me in advance, so he may have decided suddenly on a whim." Zheng Nan said with a smile.

"Never mind that, start the hype now." Wang Zhuo said. As soon as the news came out, it was enough to cause a sensation without any hype, but taking the opportunity to hype it up could further expand the momentum.

Researchers working on prosthetics in the United States, Switzerland, Italy and other countries have long been paying close attention to every move made by the Super Dimension Group's neural prosthetics, so they soon heard the news. After watching the video, they were all dumbfounded.