Song Zhe hesitated for a moment, then extended his left hand first: "Try wrestling with me first."
Although his left hand was not Songzhe's dominant hand, after losing his right hand, he could only start training his left hand. In addition, he was a swordsmanship teacher, so Songzhe's left hand was also very strong.
Xiao He obediently extended his left hand as well: "Okay."
A few minutes later, the defeated Song Zhe looked at his hand with a complicated expression, then looked at Xiao He, as if wondering how Xiao He could grow so strong.
Xiao He chuckled and switched to his right hand: "Brother Song, can we try it now?"
Song Zhe cooperated and put on his right prosthetic leg: "Then let's do it."
Despite being mentally prepared, Xiao He still felt a chill run down his spine when the robotic hand clasped his hands in his palm.
That inhuman, cold metallic texture instinctively raises one's guard, causing muscles to tense up and the body to be in a state of high alert at all times.
Perhaps this is the natural fear and vigilance that people have towards the unknown.
"If there are any problems, you must tell me immediately."
Song Zhe reminded him.
Since these prosthetics can never replace a human arm and connect to all the god-level systems, Song Zhe lacks tactile feedback. He cannot sense Xiao He's hand and can only judge the strength of the arm by observing the muscle state of Xiao He's arm and the expression on Xiao He's face.
"good."
Xiao He tentatively increased the force, and the mechanical arm began to tip to the other side. But then Song Zhe also increased the force, and the scales of victory slowly tilted back towards him.
Xiao He immediately continued to exert himself, trying to maintain the momentum, but after about twenty seconds, his face turned red from holding back, and he chose to give up.
"OK, OK, I won't make things difficult for it, nor will I make things difficult for myself."
Xiao He let out a long breath, released the mechanical arm with difficulty, and then shook his somewhat numb hand.
He's not Superman; even if he gritted his teeth, he couldn't budge the steel-clad opponent.
"How is it? How does it feel?"
Pu Rong asked curiously, while rolling up his sleeves, somewhat eager to try.
"It's alright. In the end, I was the one actively gripping it. Its fingers didn't exert any force on me; it was more the strength of my entire arm that made me feel like I was trying to bend a steel bar."
Xiao He said.
When arm wrestling with someone, your fingers inevitably exert force and grip the other person's hand tightly. But a machine doesn't do that; it relies solely on mechanical strength. This is why Xiao He always felt a sense of powerlessness, like trying to bend steel bars, when he gripped this metallic hand.
—This is indeed a very novel experience.
"I'll try it too! I'll try it too!"
Without saying a word, Pu Rong sat down, eager to take on the challenge.
Thus, in less than ten seconds, Pu Rong was also defeated.
Shu Han, being the older brother, didn't have the same competitive spirit as the younger generation. However, after watching for a while, he couldn't help but sigh, "Has technology become so advanced? Technology really changes lives."
That's right.
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