Li Pan disconnected the link, wiped his fish-like head, and stood up from the tank filled with ice and electrolyte solution.
"Blow that damned positron cannon to bits for me!"
"As you wish, our most esteemed supreme ultra-premium client. Space-based defense system initiating, Staff of Paradise loading, now calibrating and preparing for targeting..."
The Dance Spirits swarmed around him, either kneeling or prostrating, their smooth curves slithering like eels as they extended slender arms to disconnect the neural interface port at his spine, wiping the mucous and ice particles off his body. They injected nutrient solutions and stimulants into his high-intensity prosthetic-enhanced physique, then presented a silver platter, spooning freshly prepared tuna paste into Li Pan's mouth as a nutrient supplement.
Li Pan casually brought up the combat log from earlier, taking a glance at the "Yellow Springs Escape" skill that had obliterated his BRW prosthetic body in one blow.
