Chapter 1837 - 943: Coast Announcement_3

"Muscles are useless; it's all about reaction time. That guy named Liu, people say half a year ago he was bedridden and drooling. Can he really do it?"

"Absolutely! Liu Long will definitely defeat Zhang Xu in seconds!"

Amidst the buzzing whispers, the chef distributing ice water noticed his colleague sitting quietly in the corner after delivering fruit: "Little Zhao, you look terrible. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no... It's the heat, making me anxious." Little Zhao managed a weak smile: "I'm a bit dizzy."

"In this hot weather, running around outside nonstop, you've worked hard. If you can't handle it, go rest for a while; I'll help you take leave."

"No, no need, sitting for a bit is fine."

He waved his hand repeatedly, rubbing his fingertips, and some sharp-eyed individuals noticed his hand: "Little Zhao, did you buy a diamond ring?"

"Hey, my girlfriend gave it to me, it's synthetic diamond, not worth much."

"You brat, when did you start dating a girlfriend?"

"Haha, just confirmed our relationship."

Little Zhao shyly waved, unable to bear the questioning, but his gaze seemed to intentionally or unintentionally drift towards the counter, gazing at those plates of fresh fruit slices gradually disappearing into various dining plates.

He smiled silently, at some point, pushed open the door and disappeared.

No one noticed.

Outside the gates of Coastal Industry, amongst the row of queued trucks, the driver with the diamond ring tilted his head and lit a cigarette, checking the time on his watch.

From the leisurely passing crowd beside the truck, someone reached out, casually picked up a package that fell from the truck, and blended into the crowd.

Everything was busily operating, with the sound of horns, shouts, and broadcasts filling the air.

But unconsciously, those sounds vanished.

Everything became extraordinarily silent, as if everyone instinctively held their breath.

In the fiery atmosphere, the shouting voices surged higher and higher!

Inside the Coast Technology venue, under the spotlight, a relatively simple lightweight exoskeleton gleamed with a cold iron hue, and amidst the loudspeaker's blaring, two figures collided fiercely at the same spot.

A booming eruption!

Under the overload operation of the motors, iron fists collided and sparks flew.

Two incomplete yet beautiful bodies were once again completed, wielding more powerful forces than ever, engaging in an all-out battle. Each attack and defense triggered waves of sound, and each system-determined valid score elicited shouts from the audience.

In this novel and thrilling spectacle for the audience, all industry insiders witnessing the entire event inside and outside were already sweating profusely.

Fast, too fast!

Not in terms of their speed, but the neural reflex process.

To professional boxing individuals, the reactions of the two onstage could almost be called ordinary, nothing special. Any trained boxing athlete could manage a few rounds with them.

In fact, if there was a particularly gifted athlete, they might win the match within two rounds.

But the key is, this is based on standards for able-bodied individuals, not considering a disabled person's neural reflex combined with the processing, interpreting, controlling, and implementing of the Paradise interface.

Click, click, click, click...

Amidst the intense viewing, Lu Ling kept hearing the fragmented sounds beside her. When she turned around, she saw a middle-aged man continually pressing the mechanical stopwatch, muttering to himself.

He stared intently at every move on stage, but his gaze was nearly unfocused, sweating profusely.

"Five hundred, six hundred, five hundred, five hundred, seven hundred, six hundred... three hundred? Damn? Seriously? Three hundred?"

Three hundred milliseconds!

The fastest reaction limit of a trained ordinary person is determined by the physiological system at one hundred twenty milliseconds.

This barrier of one hundred twenty milliseconds cannot be broken unless accelerated by spiritual matter.

If the reaction speed of the fighters onstage could reach such a level, no, even extending to one hundred fifty, one hundred eighty, even two hundred, two hundred milliseconds of reaction time.

Then the rest is the port and body's reflection time!

One hundred milliseconds, one-tenth of a second, is already a nearly imperceptible brief moment to a regular person!

While countless research labs, manufacturers investing in R&D groups still struggle with the threshold of one hundred fifty milliseconds, Coast Technology has effortlessly crossed this chasm.

But is this really the limit?!

Everyone's gaze fell upon the competitors, some admiring their bruised yet firm faces, others appreciating their seemingly burning eyes and determination. Still others focused on the metal spine, staring intently in a daze.

It was as if they were witnessing the future.

Victory or defeat no longer mattered. From the moment this match began, this nearly epoch-making achievement was evident to everyone.

Even though anyone could see at a glance that this was a special model, specially modulated and adapted, and ordinary models couldn't compare, why bother comparing?

It has already fully demonstrated the potential of the Paradise interface, enough to rival all other patented interfaces!

Furthermore, who can assert this is the limit?

Just observing the White Deer Chosen One conveys that this reflex speed, relying on spiritual matter transmission, can be infinitely close to zero!

No, it doesn't need to reach that level at all. As long as it can infinitely approach an ordinary person, approach an able-bodied individual... the Paradise interface is already enough to change the world!

The spectators are dazzled, and the thinkers mesmerized.

The sound of collisions under the spotlight is incessant, amidst the intertwining iron light, the cracking sound finally echoes in a moment, piercingly loud.

On the stage, the battling duo collided again, followed by a figure losing consciousness, propelled skyward by an uppercut.

Boom!!!

In the loud crash of landing, the shrill whistle sounded.

Victory decided!

Then, unprecedented passionate cheers erupted from the crowd, the witnessing spectators all rose, waving and cheering, paying tribute and applause to the figure staggering and swaying in the arena.

Those bloodshot eyes seemed not to react yet. In a daze, they looked up, gazing at countless sparkling lights, cracking a smile.

After losing half of his physical perception in a car accident twenty years ago, a boxer returned once again to the ring he had longed for.

Bringing it all into his embrace.

It's so beautiful, beautiful beyond reality.

Is it a dream?

It should be.

Yet why haven't I woken up crying?

In a daze, he raised his hand, making the last response towards the direction from which the countless cheers and shouts came.

Just like that, using up all his strength.

Fell backward.

Soon, under a professional medical team, the participants were confirmed to have normal vital signs, experiencing only typical dizziness and fainting without any life-threatening risk, and attended the subsequent award ceremony and interviews.

A brief moment quickly passed. When the two contestants and the ring disappeared together, break time arrived, yet the vast venue remained fully occupied.

Even those who got up to visit the restroom returned hurriedly, with no one leaving, and even more streaming in from the stands above the second and third floors.

Sitting in their seats, focusing intently on the countdown on the giant screen.

Waiting with anticipation.

Until, without any warning, the promotional video from Coast Technology lit up on the giant screen once more.

A slightly slender figure holding a cue card appeared before everyone, like strolling.

Breaking the long tedium and waiting, arriving on his stage five minutes ahead of time.

Amidst the immediate wave of cheers, he returned the gestures to everyone with a grin.

"I think we shouldn't keep everyone waiting so long."

The one who truly created and led all this smiled, "So, first I apologize to all the colleagues backstage still preparing... then, let's begin!"

Ji Jue!

"Ah, Second Brother! Second Brother is here!"

In the front row audience seats, Lu Ling shook her mother excitedly, waving and shouting towards the stage, but the scene was too loud, the stage probably couldn't hear.

But she clearly felt the gaze smiling towards her.

"It's Ji Jue! It's definitely Ji Jue!"

At the very back, amidst the crowd, a bored observer widened his eyes, instinctively straightened his body, reporting through a communication link:

"Ji Jue himself has appeared!!!"