I fell into the world of cyberpunk games

In fact, it was too sloppy to call it an operation.

There is only one clumsy target.

As anyone would have expected at this point, the idea that came to my mind was to break Ned Rudd’s katana.

Even if you don’t have to break it, it’s good to just stop at the line that breaks or breaks.

The plan was to neutralize his weapon in any way.

I felt it when cutting off the manhunter’s hand, but the presence or absence of the right weapon was a factor that had a great influence on the fight.

If the Man Hunter wasn’t bare-handed, if he had any weapon against the chainsaw, things would have been completely different.

It’s a pointless assumption at this point, though.

If I had had my weapon all the way in the first place, I wouldn’t have even entered the bar. I wouldn’t even try to fight.

After all, weapons were that important.

A chainsaw man who values his sickness as much as his life, and can’t even fight without it… Aside from that, it is an extreme case.

Was it because the other Ronins in the bar couldn’t do their best against the Luddite Gang because their primary armament was taken away due to the bar’s rules, and the secondary armament, Cyberware, was also disabled by the EMP.

Humans are beings who use tools, and without tools for fighting—weapon, we cannot properly exert our power in battle.

That’s why it went out.

Ned Rudd doesn’t seem to know much, but his katana is in a very precarious state, and he believes that if he somehow destroys the katana, he will have a chance to win.

However, when I managed to catch Ned Rudd’s sword that exploded through the air like a whip, I had that thought.

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Maybe I’ve seen it wrong

Could it be some kind of optical illusion, or an abnormal operation of the brain?

Far from having cracks inside, it looks very good.

Time and time again, to shock that bare gleaming katana, he clashed and blocked it with this sword, but there was no sign of any further change in his condition there.

I really think we should do just a little bit more… It seems absolutely impossible with this ignorant collision method now.

I think my hands, arms, and legs will break first before Ned Rudd’s katana breaks.

Blood was dripping from his shriveled palms on the inside of the glove because he couldn’t feel his hands.

It hurts like a broken bone, even if you move even a little, your arm feels like it’s going to break. It was as if my body was going on strike because I couldn’t do it any more.

spatula.

It was the expected result. The dull and weary arm did not respond, and as a result, he cut his leg.

A blade shot quickly and accurately smashed through ceramic blocks, tearing apart a handful of flesh and muscle.

Red blood drips down.

The leg, which had not been able to move well, was now completely speechless.

Even this was the result of barely twisting the body at the last moment. If I hadn’t done that, I would have had my leg amputated entirely.

“Oh, avoid this. I was going to have my leg amputated.”

Thanks for the kind explanation. I already know

Ned Rudd shrugged and swung the red-hot blade again.

It is amazing to see that person who is not tired even though he is united with the murderous intention to kill me.

At this point, isn’t it time to take a breather even if you’re tired of hitting?

How can a human not sweat a drop? Are all drug dealers like this?

In an experience that reminds me of a trauma from my school days, I hurriedly raised one arm.

Shoo woo woo woohoo–

A transparent barrier gushes out from the large and heavy bracelet that surrounds the arm and blocks the blade that cuts down from the top.

An energy barrier that looks like something out of a sci-fi movie, of course not.

It’s just a portable carbine plastic shield.

A lightweight product that has been converted into a bracelet for emergency use in case of a real emergency.

Due to its small size and thin thickness, it is difficult to actively use it in battle, and it is an armor that can be used in a desperate moment like now.

This was the stuff of that android scout, Ravin Heywood, over there.

It was heavy, so I took it off my wrist and left it with other weapons when I was drinking, but thanks to this, I borrowed it and used it properly once.

I didn’t think there would be any major complaints because I saved the thing that was almost lynched by the Luddite gang members earlier.

Can’t you lend a lifesaver a portable transparent wrist shield?

… Of course, the story would be a little different if the wrist shield I borrowed was completely broken.

qqqaa

However, the end has already been split.

Even though he tried to block it with all his might, Barrier couldn’t stand Ned Rudd’s stinging power and katana’s plasma blade.

“It would be disappointing if you thought you could only survive with this.”

Ned Rudd rolls up his forearms while looking at the recessed girth.

Then he slashed the blade like an axe.

bang! Kwajik, Wooduk, Quadded.

Tightly, Kaga-ga-gak—.

A katana’s phantom that shoots and beats like crazy. In a short moment, he struck the shield more than ten times.

It makes me wonder how I managed to block all of this.

All of them were swung in different directions, with different strengths and trajectories, somehow, really literally, somehow with a barrier to block them.

He was in a state of concentration to the point that he almost thought he was possessed.

Falling into a trance, all that remains is the memory of somehow reaching out an arm with an outstretched shield whenever he saw an angle of flight.

But that strange trance state was broken soon after.

don’t fall

The sound of the transparent barrier breaking. The shards that had been shattered and fell apart rolled on the floor.

The upper part of the shield was completely engraved by the blade, and it was pitted and ripped apart.

It seems that it is difficult to expect its utility as a defense device any more.

Ned Rudd scoffs at his droopy arms tied to the broken barrier.

“By the way, that was your nickname. hand butcher. I wonder what the reaction will be if you cut off that hand.”

Wedge-ae-ae-ae-ae-!

At the same time, the blade strikes again like a beam of light.

The heat of the shimmering plasma swarmed, and the red katana crashed into the slowed field of vision.

Right above my wrist, right above my arm.

“… … !”

Trying to cut off both the wrist and the barrier with a katana at once.

It was absurd, but he had superhuman strength enough to make it come true.

He hurriedly cut his arm with the lower part of the shield and blocked it.

The tip of the sword protrudes through the gap with a quack-deep sound and gradually descends.

Even though he put down his katana and supported the shield with both arms.

It was as if all the muscles of the other two arms, pushed by the force, were burned and melted.

The tip of me advancing like a guillotine towards my chest at a slow pace.

Ned Rudd didn’t like it, so he placed his remaining hand on the hilt.

With the two-fingered Cyberarm, the blade got closer and closer at the speed of melting ice cream in midsummer.

It penetrates the clothes so gently, and melts and penetrates even the rubber block that covered the chest.

Now all that’s left is the bare skin underneath, the pectoral muscles and bones.

I’m almost, really, almost there… .

Even that katana must have been overloaded enough to break the barrier.

It can’t end like this. I can’t do that, even if it’s unfortunate that I’ve endured so far.

“ugh… Ahh… aah!”

Did the power that was breastfed in the moment of crisis jumped out?

With my head burning hot and my heart about to explode—I clenched my fists and screamed, and with only one arm I blocked the smashing blade.

And with the other hand, he hurriedly rummaged through his pockets. There was one small object that was tightly held in his hand.

Will this work? I didn’t even have any doubts.

just throw it right away

There was no more power left in the brain to think. Because even that energy was used to block it all.

It was a small round object. A kind of small grenade through the frown of vision… A similar thing flies.

He was a poor man, and his restraints were terrible. Because he had no strength in his arms.

Even if you ask elementary school students to throw the ball, they will be able to throw it harder than this.

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞

A grenade that flew and was caught on the way.

Ned Rudd’s three-finger hand, an electric-powered prosthetic arm, grips the explosive and is consumed by electricity.

“What else is this? did you throw it at me? It was a completely different direction.”

Look at that bluffing face.

It is felt that he is enjoying an overwhelming superiority by daringly holding on to something that can be harmed.

Hey, I’m not afraid of anything I throw at all.

There is no place that makes old grenades, so of course you can rule out that possibility.

When it comes to grenades that come out these days, they are all electronic explosives, but after holding them like that, if a high-voltage current is passed through the cyberware, they cannot be activated and become useless pieces of scrap metal.

There must have been some calculations that it would be better to neutralize the grenade with electricity than to avoid it without knowing how powerful the grenade was.

By the way… This is not electronic.

EMPs are exploding outside, so I must have brought an electronic grenade.

This was a mechanical grenade that is rare in today’s world.

Still, it’s not like pulling a pin and throwing it like in the old world, it’s the kind that explodes after a few seconds when you press a button and throw it.

And its power… It is very explosive in many ways.

Whoops—!

With a loud noise, a red liquid burst out with an explosion from Ned Rudd’s hand holding the grenade.

It looked like it had burst a water balloon.

An explosive is an explosive, but something is different.

Ned Rudd’s expression, which was quickly covered in an unidentified thin red liquid, became strange.

For reference, I had a helmet on my head, and because I was wrapped in clothes and wrap, the liquid never got on my body.

Ned Rudman was hit directly on the skin and on the ugly face.

What is this in the first place? It was a reaction I wanted, but then my expression hardened as if I had noticed something,

After about three seconds, it is only then that he uses all his arrogance and distorts his facial expression like a demon.

He gasps like he is suffocating, and, unable to open his eyes, stands up and staggers.

The katana’s hand trembled as he wielded it haphazardly.

it went right One room was fed.

What I threw at him was Pepper Grenade from the warehouse.

A self-defense product that shoots chemical tear gas, pepper spray – or a liquid that goes inside a weapon called a pepper or red pepper spray, converted into a bomb.

I don’t know who this is, but I put it in my pocket and brought it because it was in the form of a mechanical bomb that was rolling around in the warehouse to see if it would be useful.

It’s probably not a commonly used item, and Ned Rudd probably didn’t recognize it at first glance.

For self-defense, it’s a much better world to carry a pistol or real-killing weapon, and pepper spray and bombs are considered children’s toys.

But this is how you pay for it.

Even though he was tired of seeing Ned Rudd jumping and screaming with his eyes tightly closed, laughter came out of his mouth.

I’m not sure because I was brought to this world before I went to the military, but maybe the gas training in the military feels similar to that.

If you inhale a lot of gas from the CS capsule, it will do just that. Tears and runny nose will come out, your face will be sore, and your lungs will be in pain.

Of course, it wasn’t a long-lasting effect.

There is a reason why tear gas weapons have not grown as self-defense products.

This is because most humans are in a state of increased resistance to this type of attack through body modification and cyberware.

Basically, it is common to wear modifications such as eye washing, respiratory stabilization, and skin coating, so it is possible to paralyze the enemy for a while,

You can’t expect more firepower than that, such as neutralizing the enemy at all.

Ned Rudd, who seemed to have been completely beaten up until now, is slowly opening his eyes and squeezing out his voice as if he is gradually recovering.

“You are… Dog-bird-kigaa!”

So, you need to get things done quickly when you’re showing gaps.

just now.

I got up from my seat holding a black katana.

He rushes towards Ned Rudd, who holds out his sword in a defensive posture with wide eyes.

At first, I wanted to take this opportunity to attack him right away, but I changed my mind.

I’ll probably avoid it.

Even in such a messed up state, he had that level of ability.

I was so angry that I spouted my runny nose and saliva, but only those small raised eyes followed my movements.

And because I’m exhausted, I still can’t attack enough to break through his loopholes at once.

In the end, it goes as planned.

“Ahh!”

He raised the sword high up and swung it strongly downward.

For Ned Rudd, he was in a state of tear gas, unable to see clearly, and his senses were disturbed, so he did not try to counterattack and stepped forward defensively.

Similar to what I used to do, I hold the katana and try to defend it in a counter-attacking position.

Just good. It was exactly what I wanted it to be.

It feels like looking at a fish on a chopping board, with firewood set in a cheerful setting.

Because what I was aiming for wasn’t the person, but the sword he was holding.

aan

When you hit it with all your might, a strong shock is delivered. Fireworks flew out and his body trembled in anti-elasticity.

The two blades collide, scratching and biting each other. Metal and metal meshed together, making an unpleasant noise.

I could barely hear, with my hands drenched with blood and sweat and my ears filled with tinnitus.

The sound of something cracking and cracking.