Chapter Twenty-One: Gauntlets from Nine Hundred Years in the Future

“In the old days, people cared about whether the blade was sharp. But this era is different. Some foolish martial artists still cling to the rules of the past, while I have stepped into a new age. I have embarked on a path that perfectly combines weapons with modern high technology.” Yang Feikuang laughed maniacally, supremely proud. “This blade was custom-made, fitted with special instruments inside. Press the button on the hilt, and the blade will carry a thousand volts of electricity.”

“Of course, my hilt is completely insulated, and I wear an insulating suit beneath my clothes.”

“This ensures I am never harmed by the current.”

“No one can withstand a thousand volts. Hahaha!”

“Some are stronger than me, but they cling to old ways, and because of that, they’ve died by my hand.”

“This is my true identity—the Lord of Thunder and Lightning!”

“Whether you use a weapon or not means nothing to me.”

“There is only death!”

Yang Feikuang let out a tiger’s roar.

The psychological correction room was not large—barely twenty square meters.

Yang Feikuang stepped forward, just half a step, drawing near to Shen Ye.

Then, his blade, charged with a thousand volts, slashed directly toward Shen Ye.

He grinned fiercely: “Taste the might of the Lord of Thunder and Lightning. Chopstick Demon, your enigmatic legend, your miraculous tale, will end today.”

The long blade swept down, aimed directly at Shen Ye.

This stroke was unusually simple.

But its placement was clever.

To explain: Shen Ye’s left side was blocked by the operating table, his right by the wall.

Faced with this blow, retreat was the only option.

But in this small correction room, one step back would force him into a dead corner.

If he didn’t retreat, he couldn’t take Yang Feikuang’s strike head-on; even setting aside Yang Feikuang’s own strength, the thousand volts coursing through the blade were terrifying.

Shen Ye truly had no choice but to retreat, forced by Yang Feikuang into the dead corner of the room.

Yang Feikuang smirked again, blade raised, and slashed down once more.

Still, he didn’t rush to kill Shen Ye, but pressed him tighter and tighter, until escape became impossible.

Shen Ye could only continue to dodge.

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Yang Feikuang sneered, “Chopstick Demon, you’re weaker than I imagined. Now you’re trapped in a dead corner with no room to move. My next strike means death!”

Boom!

A bolt of lightning flashed from Yang Feikuang’s hand, slashing forth.

This was the light of death.

If nothing intervened, Shen Ye would die from this blow.

But Yang Feikuang failed to notice that, while dodging twice, Shen Ye had quietly produced two small objects—two unremarkable black spheres. With a snap, the spheres decomposed swiftly, instantly attaching themselves to Shen Ye’s hands.

They formed a pair of gauntlets, shimmering with jet-black light.

These gauntlets were the pinnacle of high technology.

They fit Shen Ye’s hands perfectly, molding to every finger.

Each finger was nimble inside the gauntlet, with no restriction, and the tactile sensation was unaffected.

The gauntlets themselves were beautiful.

Primarily gleaming black, with an exceptionally stylish logo on the back: “AD 2999,” denoting their manufacture in the year 2999. The script was elegant and flowing.

The logo was nothing special—a designer’s whim, perhaps. No one would believe these gauntlets truly came from 2999, or were built with technology centuries ahead.

The gauntlets had three functions.

For this battle, two mattered.

First: the gauntlets were completely insulated—not only against heat and cold, but also electricity. Simply put, they were absolute insulators. No matter the external temperature or voltage, nothing penetrated inside.

Second: the gauntlets had a solar-powered energy panel. Exposed to sunlight, they would continuously gather energy. Once charged, they boosted Shen Ye’s output strength by 1.2 times. Of course, this boost was time-limited.

Shen Ye’s current strength was not great, so the gauntlets’ energy output was modest—tests showed he could swing for two hours before the energy was depleted.

If his strength increased, the gauntlets’ output would rise, and the usage time would shorten.

Of course, recharging after battle was possible.

As for the third function, it remained unmentioned.

These gauntlets were a reward from the Hero System for Shen Ye’s relocation to Yang City.

To avoid police suspicion—the notion that wherever he went, cases linked to the Chopstick Demon followed—he committed no acts in Yang City for four months, only occasionally returning to N County late at night for minor incidents. Over those months, he spent immense effort, money, and energy to create this pair of gauntlets.

When dealing with Qin Yan, the scion of the Qin family, things were too easy, so he hadn’t needed the gauntlets.

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No need to use a cleaver to kill a chicken!

Now, at last, he used them!

Wearing these gauntlets, Shen Ye felt his combat ability surge.

His body brimmed with power.

His muscles bulged, ready to crush all.

His fists could shake mountains and subdue all directions.

Facing the lightning-charged blade, Shen Ye was fearless. He swung his fist heavily upward.

Boom!

The gauntlet and blade collided fiercely.

The blow was so forceful, the lightning blade was knocked aside.

All of Yang Feikuang’s meticulous efforts to trap Shen Ye in a corner were wasted.

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At this moment, the Lord of Thunder and Lightning, Yang Feikuang, was bewildered.

As a martial artist, his eyesight was keen.

He had seen Shen Ye produce two tiny spheres,

But in a flash, they transformed into gauntlets, perfectly fitting the Chopstick Demon’s hands.

The entire process possessed an indescribable, postmodern beauty.

It was almost magical—no, it was pure science fiction.

Yang Feikuang could hardly accept it.

(Truth be told, these gauntlets are insanely cool. Hahaha.

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