CHAPTER 1046: CHAPTER 50: WATCHING THE MATCH? WATCHING THE SPECTATORS

Amipako was carefully observing the surroundings.

This is a competition venue. The Grassland Heroes’ Arena is currently quite a mature brand.

For the Cybernetically Enhanced People, "weight class" is a concept that can be integrated into the "project." Prosthetic specifications, whether firearms are allowed, whether inner strength is allowed, are all options to be chosen together. These will deeply affect the technology involved in the competition.

As for the Grassland Heroes’ Arena, it always sells on the "wildness" aspect, allowing large-caliber firearms, allowing mid-to-low yield explosives, allowing inner strength, and the ability to dismantle the arena’s components to create terrain changes (if you can do it). Apart from dividing the ranks by prosthetic specifications into "heavy, heavy, lightweight," there is also an "open arena" with almost no restrictions.

Like other arenas, this Grassland Heroes’ Arena, apart from banning direct hits to the biological brain, has no prohibited striking areas.

This is also the norm for the entire cybernetically enhanced martial combat tournament—if someone’s prosthetic has banned striking areas, it only means his prosthetic needs rework and redesign.

The organizers of the Grassland Heroes’ Arena have reportedly had several conflicts with people who arrived with interest, but they still chose to continue, even now there is a match to watch.

Amipako was amazed by the audacity of this arena’s backstage boss.

He even specifically sought out a Martial Artist who uses magnetic chain weapons to hype up the event.

Indeed, right now in the arena, there is a magnetic chain weapon user with a lightweight prosthetic. Behind him are six magnetic chain weapons, moving like octopus tentacles, floating and shifting in mid-air.

Amipako realized that the arena had, these days, consciously increased the number of lightweight prosthetic matches, with the goal of this magnetic chain weapon user being able to appear more often, raising the discussion heat a bit more.

The Martial Artist in front even went to the trouble of downloading the infamous "Gloomy Style" from the mysterious First Heavenly Layer. But sadly, insightful people could see at a glance that this Gloomy Style was something he had just learned and hadn’t mastered or comprehended the essence of the moves, merely being guided by algorithms.

The martial studies he originally used seemed to be "Fist Octopus Grap-3."

Yet these days, this Martial Artist had made noticeable progress.

Maybe the Heroes’ Arena even specifically found someone to give him some intense supplementary training?

This too is a norm. Large-scale arena brands like this would establish stable collaborations with martial arts schools.

And the martial arts schools here aren’t of low level either.

Amipako glanced a few more times at the Martial Artist’s match.

He had already gained the upper hand, scoring three prosthetic eyes on the opponent’s protective film—as per the rules, under such circumstances the opponent should voluntarily shut down the prosthetic eyes. The referee would later read the operational record of the prosthetic eyes.

Hmm, if you hold your inner strength in high esteem, you could forge the operational record, and you could indeed do that, as long as you aren’t exposed on the spot. Once the referee announces, even if you publicly claim to have rewritten the operational record with inner strength, as long as the referee doesn’t detect it, no one would accuse you of cheating; instead, you’d be met with admiration.

But rarely does one go to great lengths to rewrite the record for a blurred view. This level of Martial Artist hasn’t yet achieved the realm where inner strength can move at will.

At this point, the situation in the battle had basically become clear.

Amipako felt somewhat uninterested; after casually recording a few notes in the text editor, he began carefully assessing the surrounding audience.

By the way, at this stage, half of the audience wasn’t watching the match.

It’s as if the audience is more engaging than the competition itself.

Everyone is looking for potential "Six Dragons Sect" infiltrators.

Since two Martial Artists who became famous on this arena twenty years apart appeared from the Six Dragons Sect, it indicates that at least decades ago, they had a significant interest in this arena.

They could be watching live or observing on-site.

Now, someone is probably tracing clues based on viewing records. However, Amipako didn’t hold out too much hope. Even a Martial Artist like him, who isn’t adept at networking offense and defense, knows many methods to conceal the real address. Using proxies in this era is commonplace. And after decades, the devices used as proxies by the Six Dragons Sect back then are likely long discarded, and any irrelevant data wouldn’t likely be preserved.

Moreover, they might not dare to meddle in affairs concerning King Aqini.

Everyone knows King Aqini cares about the Six Dragons Sect’s affairs. What if you coincidentally accessed the same device at the same time as His Majesty, and unfortunately got detected by him? What if that terrifying King in a bad mood intends to track down and burn all the investigators along the network line? He could really do that. In the King’s eyes, those tracing such events are no ordinary people.

Might as well focus here.

At least everyone knows the Six Dragons Sect recruited people here.

Meanwhile, another group is watching other videos released from the City of Ur online, trying to uncover the true identities of more Six Dragons Sect members.

This is a particular sensation. For those with specialized brains, everyone’s behavior, physical movements, and language would reveal their personality. If this sensation is associated with "vision," then one sees the "color of the soul." If deeply associated with "hearing," then one hears the "subliminal sound of the soul." This "color" and "sound" are difficult for outsiders to understand, and they might not even comprehend the descriptions by those special internal skill practitioners.

It’s just like ordinary people can’t understand how AI neural networks operate with "key parameters" obtained through deep learning.

Of course, Amipako was also such an internal skill practitioner. His specialization wasn’t the "sensation" of programs but rather the cognitive ability of people.

Precisely because of this, the task he received from the organization was "watching here."

But now, he increasingly felt this job was meaningless.

Those still interested in the competition, their "soul color" would automatically fluctuate with the progression of the match. They care about the competition, so it naturally reflects in their behavior and movements. Maybe there are other emotional fluctuations from participating in wagers.

At the same time, their underlying color was also "vulgar," "mundane."

Whereas those observing the audience had cold, rational souls. They were systematically analyzing the audience.

Now, in this venue, only these two kinds of people remain.

—Perhaps it’s best to apply to return and watch the videos.

Amipako thought so.

As a civilian intelligence agency, they were notably understaffed.

Just as the match was about to conclude, Amipako finally spotted two distinct individuals.