From an entertainment perspective, Gao Yang would definitely prefer Yang Kai.

In terms of ability, the two are evenly matched.

However, in the long run, Yang Kai is destined to lose.

Popping and breakdancing are not on the same level in terms of physical exertion.

During Yang Kai's break, Gao Ang gave him a full-body massage.

Due to strenuous exercise, Yang Kai's body produced a huge amount of lactic acid, while also lacking muscle glycogen.

It is the breakdown of muscle glycogen that produces a large amount of lactic acid.

Given enough time, Yang Kai will be able to recover.

The problem is that we are now in the semi-final stage, and each person only has a few dozen seconds of rest time. How is that enough?

They rarely even had a chance to drink water; they had to listen to the drumbeats and consider the next dance steps.

Gao Ang directly used his full power field to completely disrupt the lactic acid structure in Yang Kai's body, and then reconstruct it into muscle glycogen.

In that case, you get two things at once.

The required energy has been replenished, and the lactic acid produced has been broken down—perfect.

Yang Kai, who was panting heavily, had already planned to use some minor tricks. If he used his full power again, even if he made it to the finals, he would be doomed to a complete defeat.

But when he jumped up, he found that he wasn't tired at all, and even had more energy than in the first round.

With energy, the movements and expressions change.

All of this was observed by the other mentors and audience members, who all expressed their admiration:

"Yang Kai is really too strong. His physical condition is not like that of a man in his thirties who has become a father."

"Indeed, there are very few dancers his age left; he is truly remarkable."

"I can testify that Kai only practices dancing and running every day. He doesn't smoke or drink, and his daily routine is excellent."

"I have to say, this level of self-discipline alone is worth a championship."

The match was still going on when Gao Ang received a WeChat message from Lao Wan.

She wanted him to accompany her to the World Robot Conference so that he could explain the mini-program he had given her.

"Chitose, what's the Robotics Conference for?"

The World Robot Conference (WRC) is jointly organized by the Dongguk Science and Technology Association, the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, and the Kyoto City Government. It is a grand event for the robotics industry aimed at actively promoting the innovation-driven development strategy and achieving leapfrog development of Dongguk's robotics technology and industry.

It has been held five times so far and is receiving increasing attention from smart device manufacturers around the world, including Boston Dynamics, the leading company in the field of humanoid robots.

They will also participate in this conference this year, along with companies such as Apple, Microsoft, and Google.

"Um, Wan Xinyue's company is also participating this year. If all goes as expected, the robot they'll be exhibiting is Sailor Moon 7."

Upon hearing Qian Sui utter this code name, Gao Ang felt like he was about to be laughed at until he suffered internal injuries.

"What do you think the expressions would be on a group of foreigners' faces if they saw a robot called 'Sailor Moon 7'?"

Thinking of that scene, Gao Ang himself found himself laughing.

"It probably won't be called that name; it would infringe on copyright."

Yes, Sailor Moon is an anime from Japan, as is Tuxedo Mask. Gao Ang watched those when he was a kid.

"Sir, would you like to participate?"

Do you think I should participate?

"Of course! Our mini-program is amazing. Although our hardware isn't the best, I'm confident it can completely crush all the robots on display."

The Emperor, brimming with confidence, spoke with boundless pride.

"Go to hell! Our current identities are biomedical scientists, how can we switch fields so quickly? Refuse her, don't get involved in that kind of fun."

"Aww..."

You could tell that Chitose was slightly disappointed.

"Don't be discouraged. Let's hone our skills first, and sooner or later you'll have your moment to shine."

Fearing he might dampen the little guy's enthusiasm, Gao Ang quickly offered him a rosy picture.

The street dance competition continues, and Yang Kai has successfully advanced to the finals. His opponent is Xiao Chao.

Most people already know who will win this final.

Xiao Chao is still young and not from a professional background; he has not received formal street dance training.

Many of the tricks were discovered through trial and error. At first, there was a sense of novelty, but after a while, it became just a few tricks, and people got tired of seeing them.

Yang Kai is different; different music and different atmospheres will unleash different amazing moves.

As expected, Yang Kai won the championship.

Gao Ang also deserves credit; if he hadn't given Yang Kai a "massage," Bu Bu might have eliminated him in the semifinals.

The recording of this match lasted for nearly eight hours, starting at 4 p.m. and continuing until almost 1 a.m.

After the recording ended, everyone was very excited, and Yang Kai publicly stated that he would treat everyone to barbecue skewers.

Gao Ang didn't join them in the festivities; he came mainly to relax.

Having achieved their goal, they returned to Cheung Ying Island.

However, Gao Ang did gain something from coming out to watch the game this time.

This period has been quite depressing, to say the least.

It's the Green Rabbit Organization again, and the Dort family again, and neither of them are good people.

Their actions cast a shadow over Gao Ang's previously sunny and confident mindset, even causing it to falter slightly.

Especially after that incident at Qushui Lake, he even had the idea of ​​going on a killing spree and turning all those bastards like Lillian and Ruan Hongyu into dust.

He knew his mindset was problematic, and being adept at psychological deduction, he kept reminding himself of this.

After escaping from Qushui Lake, he had the idea of ​​relaxing.

If a person is constantly under tension, problems are likely to arise.

However, one night of relaxation was not enough; he needed more time to relax and fade away those bad memories.

"Xiaohua, how about we go on a trip?"

"Meow?" Why? Isn't it better to stay at home?

"The world is so big, don't you want to go out and see it?"

Gao continued to tempt her.

"Meow." No, staying at home is so much better.

He doesn't have a girlfriend, so after thinking it over, he figured he'd definitely have to bring Xiaohua along if he went out.

He had thought about his family's suggestion, but lately, whenever he video-chatted with them, the first topic that came up was marriage.

Things like, "So-and-so's child is already five years old," or "You're the only one left in our family; your cousin already has two kids..."

It scared him so much that he doesn't dare send videos home anymore.

Especially his father, just as Qian Sui had guessed, kept praising how wonderful the female teachers at their school were.

She is eloquent, gentle and virtuous, has exquisite features, respects her elders, and is kind-hearted. They are all praising her to the skies.

"Oh, my dear old man, you have no idea that he was a spy. If you knew, your worldview would be completely shattered..."

He could only try every means to appease his family members' various attempts to persuade him.

Most importantly, he wasn't ready to spend his life with another woman.

So far, he has only mastered a little bit of superpowers.

He wasn't sure how he acquired these abilities or if there were any side effects.

Spending your life together is a responsible thing to do. What if he dies right after you get married? Wouldn't that be irresponsible to the girl?

Besides, even if we got married, what if he didn't die?

Isn't it even more frustrating to not be able to do some of the things you love...?

It's not that he did anything wrong, but he just tried it out when he was bored. He found that with just a little effort, he could pee a hole in the wall.

When I'm excited, I might shudder...

That force is much greater than a pee; it would surely turn someone into a sieve.

Getting involved in a murder case while trying to have a relationship... it's not worth it.

Therefore, Gao Ang decided that he should not be easily tempted by beauty before he could perfectly control the power in certain aspects.

At most, it should be expressed out of emotion, but should be restrained by propriety.

Since Xiaohua was unwilling to go on a trip and he had no suitable playmates, Gao Ang could only continue to bury himself in his research.

Inventing things can be addictive, and it can make you forget about time and your troubles.

Gao Ang suddenly remembered that damn World Robot Conference, "Qiansui, when does the conference start?"

"Yesterday was the opening ceremony, and today exhibitors will send their robots to compete in various events, including but not limited to climbing, high-speed running, heavy object handling, and slope stability, which will be divided into hardware and software aspects..."

Chirping away, Qian Sui said a whole bunch of things to Gao Ang.

"Where is the meeting location?"

"Kyoto National Stadium (Bird's Nest)".

"Let's capture a portion of the signal from the meeting and project it onto the wall. We need to keep up with the times and communicate more with our future colleagues."

The things Gao Feng said to Lao Wan last time weren't meant to fool her; they were simply the truth.

Her Sailor Moon 7, apart from that custom mini-program for Chitose, was completely outclassed in every other aspect.

Not to mention Boston Dynamics, they are even slightly inferior to AlphaGo.

As it turned out, Sailor Moon 7 ranked only third in all overall evaluations.

Two representatives from the Mountain Kingdom took the stage to give their acceptance speeches, spewing a bunch of cynical platitudes and repeatedly expressing their admiration for the leapfrog development of the Eastern Kingdom's robotics industry.

"Wow, why does this make it seem like they're here to help the poor?"

Seeing the gratified looks on those people's faces made Gao Ang feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed fly excrement.

"Damn it, if you hadn't banned so-and-so from exporting lithography machines to us, would our robots be no match for yours? You just wait, we've got a grudge now."

After swearing at the projector for a while, my high spirits improved a lot.

The mental victory strategy can be quite useful sometimes, but remember, don't use it too often, or you'll easily become an idiot.

"Your Excellency, bring out that mini-program of yours. Let's upgrade it again today. I refuse to believe that the hardware gap can't be bridged by software."

Gao Ang grew angrier the more he thought about it. "Even Buddha fights for a stick of incense, and man fights for a breath of air." He refused to believe that a biological computer couldn't defeat those mountain devils' scrap metal.

"Um, sir, please calm down. If nothing unexpected happens, the robot convention might turn out to be quite a spectacle..."

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, the images on the wall changed.

The scene, which had been quite quiet, suddenly became restless, and the camera started shaking.

Gao Ang quickly had Qian Sui switch to other signal channels and project them from different angles.

"Hey, what's going on? Why are they fighting?"

Gao Feng stared in disbelief at the chaotic conference venue. Was this really a world-class scientific research conference?

Sailor Moon #7 grabbed a lump of iron and smashed it with all her might, using her elbows and knees, until she actually smashed the lump of iron into a solid lump of iron.

"Is the machine... malfunctioning? Or did you sabotage it?"

Gao Ang turned his head and said something to Qian Sui.

The program inside Sailor Moon 7 was created by Chitose, who also has the ability to remotely control it.

"Although I also wanted to stand up for my husband, I wasn't so reckless as to disregard the bigger picture. It must have been that the mini-program that triggered some stressful events, which led it to take what it considered the most reasonable course of action."

"So... your mini-program has developed some basic self-thinking ability?"

He raised an eyebrow; he had seen that program before, and its programming method was quite different from what was currently on the market.

The most crucial point is that the programming method uses a biological computer language invented by Chisui himself.

"I'm not sure if it's self-thinking, but it's definitely not a simple conditioned reflex. I'll have to get its operation logs to take a closer look."

"Can you control this robot remotely?"

"Yes, do you need to turn it off?"

"Won't this cause any casualties?" Gao Feng replied vaguely.

"No, I copied a piece of my memory into it, and it can still distinguish basic right and wrong."

No wonder this guy is so violent and hot-blooded, he just keeps beating up other people's robots...

A thousand years old has a high level of memory, so how could he not understand his own temperament?

Especially when I was young, I longed to join the army and defend my country...

"Let's ignore it for now and let it make a fuss. We'll just treat it like watching a blockbuster movie."

The refrigerator door opened automatically, and Gao Ang sucked out two cans of beer, two bags of potato chips, and a bag of dried fish.

Little Flower ran over on its own, squatted down, and tore apart the dried fish that belonged to it with both paws.

Ang Gao sucked his cat's bowl over and poured him some beer. "Just lick it a few times, okay? Kids shouldn't drink too much."

With a "gulp," he took the first bite.

Seeing that he was enjoying his drink, Xiaohua quickly took a sip as well.

"Meow." What is that? It smells rancid...

It flapped its head twice, smacked its mouth with its paws, and looked furious: "Damn it, you're fooling me again."

"Hahahaha!" Gao Ang laughed happily.

The iron lump that Sailor Moon's No. 7 hammer was actually AlphaGo, the artificial intelligence robot that previously defeated two of the world's greatest Go players.

The Google employees watched with heartache as their colleague was beaten, but dared not step forward.

"Whose bastard is this? Does he know how precious our Alpha is? It's the smartest robot in the world right now."

"Where are the security guards? Why aren't they dragging this bastard away?"

Even as Alpha was being brutally beaten, they didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, nor did they think to find out whose robot it was.

In their superior mindset, the mountain kingdom is the leader in technology on this planet.

As for that bastard who acted so roughly, he must have been remotely controlled by these people from the East who were just angry about it.

As for which company manufactured it, is it even necessary? They're all rotten fish anyway.

After smashing Alpha to pieces, Sailor Moon No. 7 did not stop immediately.

Dragging his heavy steps, he walked step by step toward Boston Dynamics' latest generation robot: Altez.

Alpha is, after all, a robot, and the materials used are extremely precious. Sailor Moon No. 7 was inevitably damaged as well.

His hands and arms were damaged, several fingers were bent, and one was even broken, exposing the internal circuitry.

However, it did not stop what it was doing.

He grabbed Altz and threw him to the back, then kicked him, then punched him in the head.

The movements were executed in one smooth motion, without any hesitation or delay.

The Boston Dynamics employees, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, were also stunned. They had initially thought it was just a conflict between the two companies, but they never expected the fire to spread to them.

Before they could even power on Altez and get it to retaliate, their robot had its limbs broken by Sailor Moon 7, and its head was spun around several times...

Boston Dynamics employees are also furious:

"Who's remotely controlling this bastard?"

"Is this how you treat your guests?"

"We will never attend this conference again, and none of the companies from the mountain country will come again. I'm telling you!"

They really do have the capability; after all, Boston Dynamics is truly a leader in the field of robotics.

What value can be found in exhibitions that they don't participate in?

Why would other companies attend a trade show with no real value? And even if they did, they wouldn't find any willing investors...

Lao Wan and his group were also completely dumbfounded. Of course they knew whose robot it was—it was their own!

The problem is, they didn't control it to beat up anyone, even though they really wanted to.

"Oh no, I've offended a lot of people."

"That's right. It's not easy for us to participate in this exhibition. I guess we won't be able to next time."

"Quickly check the operation logs to see who is controlling the beautiful girl. This problem is too serious."

That's right, the Robotics Congress is broadcast live worldwide.

The video and topic of Sailor Moon No. 7 beating up the world's number one and two robots quickly became a trending topic, and even news channels interrupted to broadcast the news.

All the topics and videos are about how Sailor Moon 7 fights, how sharp her movements are, and how pleasant her voice is.

However, very few people, or rather no one at all, questioned why it hit people or what its purpose was.

The general public's thinking is simple: you come here to exhibit, fine, but why are you talking so sarcastically? What's wrong with beating you up?

It's good enough that they didn't beat you up; you're just a piece of junk, don't make a fuss.

Security guards, who had been urgently dispatched and armed with riot shields and sturdy batons, carefully surrounded Sailor Moon No. 7 and Altez, who had been beaten beyond recognition.

They simply surrounded the area, unsure of what to do next.

As long as it doesn't hurt anyone, the organizers will handle the rest.

Sailor Moon #7 scanned the room and then did something that surprised everyone:

He extended his right hand, revealing the coil, and made a "two" gesture with his index and middle fingers forked.

A voice came from the speakers: "We Are No.1!"

He put down his right hand, put his hands behind his head, and obediently squatted on the ground.

Enraged, the two manufacturers rushed over with chairs in hand when they saw that Sailor Moon 7 had been subdued.

"What are you doing? Stop right there!"

The security guards on the perimeter turned their shields around and blocked the crowd at the perimeter.

"That's it, it broke our robot, we're going to beat it up."

Speaking in broken Mandarin, the foreigner roared, his face flushed.

"Why bother hitting it? It's just a machine."

"What machine? This must be someone's doing. Get out of the way." The foreigner pushed forward, trying to force his way in.

"Put the chair down. We have reason to suspect you will attempt to assault security personnel. This is the last warning!"

"What?" The foreigner was completely bewildered. I'm the one who smashes robots, when did I invade your territory?

"Go! Stop the troublemakers!"

The moment the security captain gave the order, the foreigner carrying the chair was pinned to the ground by a group of burly men—they were truly covered in sweat…

With this disruption, the robot conference could no longer proceed.

The first and second robots on display were destroyed. How can they be exhibited now?

In the back lounge of the exhibition hall, the person in charge of the exhibition was having a serious conversation with Lao Wan and a few others.

"You tell me, how should we handle this? The impact of this matter is too terrible."

The development of artificial intelligence in Dongguo was already lagging behind that of foreign countries, and the higher-ups were determined to revitalize this field, and they went to great lengths to invite the world's top robotics companies.

Now look what's happened! The host country's robot beat up the other country's exhibiting robot to a pulp...

"Director Wang, we don't know what happened either." Engineer Liu spread his hands, he really didn't know what was going on.

"You didn't know? That robot wasn't yours?"

"It's ours."

"You think you wouldn't know it's yours? Didn't you do all the programming? Didn't you direct its actions?"

Director Wang's tone was stern, and he was beginning to show signs of impatience.

Liu Gong and Lao Wan's eyes met in mid-air, and finally Lao Wan spoke:

“Director Wang, it’s true that the robot is ours, but we didn’t command any of its actions, and we didn’t program it.” After a pause, Lao Wan carefully chose his words and continued, “I suspect that this robot may have developed true consciousness.”

The lounge was deathly silent.

Even Liu Gong didn't dare to push up his drooping glasses, and Director Wang's right hand, which was holding a cigarette, began to tremble.

Are you sure?

His voice was filled with barely concealed excitement, and his breathing became a few beats heavier.

"I'm not entirely sure, but we can test it."

To be on the safe side, Lao Wan didn't dare to speak too definitively. If she was wrong, it would be like adding fuel to the fire of Director Wang's anger.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

In his haste, Director Wang even started speaking in his local dialect.

After a series of tests and assessments, everyone had to accept a harsh reality: Sailor Moon No. 7 had indeed developed her own consciousness.