"Only the strong deserve to live! Silverhand! You can't be this strong! You must have a weakness!"
The big brute charged out of the office engulfed in raging flames. His language functions did not seem to be working very well; he was simply refusing to accept reality.
But he was not entirely wrong. If it really had been Johnny Silverhand, he might not have been able to beat him. A fully grown V, on the other hand, would have been another matter.
"Ah, yes, yes, yes." Su Ming took a drag on his cigarette and leaned against the office door, looking bored. "Whatever you say is right, okay? Hurry up and show me something new. With what you've got now, you can't kill me."
Adam Smasher only had a few moves. In the past, he could deal with ninety-nine percent of his enemies through high-speed charges and missile launches, so why would he need any other techniques?
Perhaps he had stood at the peak of Night City for too long. With no rivals, he had lost the drive to improve. His lack of attack methods left him rather powerless when facing a true powerhouse.
If Su Ming remembered correctly, he should still have a move called Big Jump. It activated the cybernetics in his legs, taking advantage of his several-ton body weight to leap high into the air before crashing down on his target.
It was a large-area melee technique, relatively speaking, with a damage radius of more than ten meters. Being heavy had its advantages sometimes.
With that in mind, Su Ming reached into the pouch at his waist and pulled out an ordinary sign.
It was a yellow plastic sign with a black stick figure mopping the floor. Beneath it, in both English and Chinese, were the words—"Caution: