However, the reason why the old man is so strenuous is not really because he is old. In fact, whether it is the spiritual power that a transcendent can control or the body that has reached the limit of carbon, it will not decline even one second before his death. Non-common knowledge exists.
The reason why it becomes difficult for him to use psychic powers is that he "feels" that he is old, and the "common sense" shaped by social consciousness that old people will have difficulty using power makes him believe that he will be able to function when he is old. Psionics would be difficult, so the psionic powers responded to his expectations, making it extremely difficult for him to control himself to do even the smallest things.
Even if there is no problem with your body at all, and all data and activity records are the same as when you were young and just became a transcendent person, as long as you believe that you are "old", you can't eliminate the "old man" that social consciousness has shaped you. Various "stereotyped images" of this image mean that even if the carbon-based body is still at its peak and can move freely due to the steel-like laws of the material world, the spiritual energy will inevitably become dull.
Even if you believe that you are old, your psychic energy may in turn shape the carbon-based body of a transcendent in order to realize your idea, turning the originally strong body into as weak as an old man.
The two phenomena of "believing that you are old" and "believing the stereotypes of the image of an old person created by social consciousness" are both essential.
If you don’t believe that you are old, or the stereotypes of the image of an old man created by social consciousness do not include aging in action, then even if the extraordinary person dies, the magnitude of his spiritual energy will not be the same. It will be exactly the same as it was at its peak.
It can even be said that if social consciousness creates an image of you as an old man who is stronger and more capable than young people, and you accept this image, then the extraordinary person's combat power will even increase in old age.
"It's so pitiful." Yuanye glanced at the combat power difference labels above the heads of the old man and the suspected leader of the armed gangsters next to him, and looked at the signs of "Slightly inferior" and "Like ants" on the heads of the old man and the suspected armed gangster leader respectively. The leader of the armed gangsters couldn't help but sigh, "Next time you find trouble with someone, remember to find out the details of the other party first. Intelligence search is still very important."
"You are the one who can't figure out the other party's details!" The old man waved his arm, and the ceiling opened, and a dark metal box about half a person high fell down.
Sensing the dangerous aura that seemed to be condensing onto the box as if it were a solid entity, Yuan Ye stopped talking nonsense and shot out the electricity before the old man touched the box.
The collapse of everything is completed in his right hand. Once he touches the box, Yuanye is absolutely confident that he can turn it into powder. This is the ability to destroy matter at the molecular level.
But reality did not give him this opportunity.
The first thing that came was a reverse thrust that was far greater than Yuanye's forward force.
——Where does the power come from?
——Why is there no wind?
The idea came to Yuan Ye's mind, but immediately, the huge gravity pressed him directly to the ground.
Unable to withstand gravity, Yuanye had to land on all fours at the same time, using all his strength not to fall down, because once he fell down, his internal organs and brain would be more severely traumatized.
But the power he put into avoiding himself from being injured was transformed into the power to hurt himself in the next moment.
Because the gravity field is reversed.
Yuanye, who used his strength to "go up", flew towards the ceiling along with this force, and hit the ceiling heavily with the support of opposite gravity.
Repeating the same action three times will render the person incapacitated.
"It seems you are the one who can't handle it, kid." The old man took out a pair of strange-looking power armor from the box and put it on. He turned the body lying on the ground over with his kick. "You, a young man, have a different physical fitness. I'm almost dead, so it seems I overestimated you."
The reason why this power armor has a strange shape is that it carries a white obelisk as tall as a person and about thirty centimeters thick on its back. The obelisk is connected to the power armor through a magnetic suction system, and there are various ventilation holes all over the top and bottom. mouth and heat conduction device, and the white gas evaporated from the liquid nitrogen floats out along with the cold.
There is nothing much to say about the power armor itself. The basic model [Blue Lightning] equipped by the United States of the Eastern Pacific thirty years ago began to flow into the underground world on a large scale fifteen years ago because of its high level of modular design and the ability to be modified. It is very popular in the underground world due to its strong sexual nature, and a large number of black workshops were created specifically to imitate and maintain this type of power armor.
The suit worn by the old man has been lightly modified. Perhaps because of the need to load the obelisk, all the kinetic energy absorption devices under the armor layer of the power armor were removed. It is not so much a power armor as it is a plug-in armor. A powered exoskeleton is just the skeleton of a powered armor.
"You don't know your own strength, and you act unscrupulously just because you're favored by a certain big shot. I've seen too many of you, a brat who doesn't care about the world." The old man's voice was played through the power armor's loudspeaker. He came out looking a little sinister, "Now, let me teach you a lesson."
As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone could say anything, the old man raised his hand and hammered his left hand into a pulp.
"How about it, are you still arrogant?" The old man laughed loudly, crushed the pelvis of the person under him with one foot, and said while torturing him, "Now kneel down and lick my shoes, and beg me to accept you, you dead dog. , if you lick more carefully, I might be kind enough to forgive you."
Yuanye stood next to the laughing old man, watching him continue to torture the suspected armed gang leader who brought him in, and said to himself thoughtfully: "So this is his trump card, indeed It’s very powerful. Fortunately, I have saved a few tricks. As expected, I still need to focus on gathering intelligence.”
——Gravity control? What about the magnitude and maneuverability?
Yuanye thought.
——Forget it, just ask him directly later.
——Let him vent for a while now.
Yuan Ye thought like this and left through the door he came in from.
Walking quietly along the way, Yuan Ye quietly approached the whistles he found on the way and let them disappear quietly.
After confirming that there were no more suspicious people 150 meters around the long and narrow room, Yuanye stopped by the bar that he had passed before on an illegally constructed platform between three apartments.
Yuan Ye faced the bartender who was wiping the glasses and tapped the bar twice. The bartender immediately put down the glass in his hand, wiped his hands again and said: "Welcome, what do you want? Our store's limit today is..."
"Two glasses of pure water." Yuanye stretched out two fingers and interrupted the bartender, "One glass with ice."
Asking for purified water at a bar is nothing to cause trouble. The bartender was about to get angry when he met Yuan Ye's eyes.
At this moment, the bartender suddenly felt that what Yuan Ye said was right. What's the point of asking for pure water at the bar? Even if someone comes to cause trouble, it doesn't matter. Is there anything worth being angry about? Since the person in front of me wants it, let alone pure water, it is okay to take his life.
So the bartender trotted all the way to pour the two glasses of pure water that Yuan Ye asked for, and started grinding ice as fast as he could, even if his hands were cut.
Yuanye quickly stopped this behavior: "Just add a little crushed ice. I want to take the cup away and return it to you later."
"No problem, sir." The bartender quickly complied, "You don't have to give it back. If you want the cup, just take it away. I will compensate you with my salary."
"No need, I'll be back in a minute." Yuan Ye left with two glasses of pure water and returned to the long and narrow room.
Yuan Ye closed the door with his foot and looked at the old man who had taken off the strange-looking power armor and was facing the air furiously. Without hesitation, he kicked him to the ground and poured out the cup of pure water mixed with crushed ice. All the water poured on his face.
