Chapter 289: The Super Mechanical Dance!
Dispelling the Curse
As the yellow figure turned black, the murderous intent that had been stifled in Luke's heart vanished, and he returned to his normal state. He let out a long breath, rasping,
"What kind of curse was that?"
Zatanna replied, "Instead of a curse, I prefer to call it a psychological trick. The caster uses a spell to amplify the negative emotions hidden in the subconscious, causing the target to unknowingly fall into a state of rage."
"Actually, this curse has no lethality. You just need to vent the anger, and it's fine. Clearly, you chose not to. The longer you suppressed it, the deeper the negative emotions piled up, and eventually..."
The girl shrugged, leaving the rest unsaid.
Linda glanced meaningfully at Luke. The person who cast the curse must have known his personality to come up with such a wicked, insidious idea.
Just then, Billy hurried in.
"Luke, how are you? Should we cancel tonight's event?"
Luke shook his head sternly. "Tell Philip to wait two more minutes."
He turned his gaze to the sorceress.
"Find the culprit."
The cold command was firm. Zatanna spread her hands. "I want to help you, but the problem is it's too difficult. Many magicians know this trick; who knows who did this to you?" Seeing Luke's dark expression, she quickly added,
"There is another way: reverse thinking."
"What do you mean?"
"There are usually three ways to cast a curse: The first is a medium, such as flesh or hair. The second is close-range contact. The third is blood relation. We can rule out blood relation; I assume your family wouldn't harm you. That leaves the first two."
Luke narrowed his eyes. "You mean the damned bastard is right here in the venue?"
"It's possible. Of course..."
Zatanna put away her bottle and said strangely, "It could also be some girl you rejected who turned love into hatred, gave the wizard some hair she got when you were in bed, and decided to screw with you. This sort of thing is common in the wizarding world, and it wouldn't be a surprise for you, since you have so many girlfriends, right?"
Luke was speechless.
Linda let out a cold laugh, her expression full of sarcasm, and left the room without another word.
Zatanna's comments left Luke helpless, and he even began to suspect the same thing: could it really be a girl he had a one-night stand with, who, turning love into hatred, used the exhibition to seek revenge?
If so, who could it be? Lina, Morray, Octavia, or Vanessa... The kaleidoscope of women he had been physically intimate with flashed through his mind, but he still couldn't find a clue.
Charlie rushed in. "Young Master, Philip asked me to tell you, we can't delay any longer. If we wait any more, people will leave."
Luke took a deep breath, pushing the confusing thoughts aside. He stood up and walked out. The exhibition was the most important thing; the matter of the curse could only be investigated privately.
The Exoskeleton Reveal
Returning to the venue, Luke greeted a few familiar consortium representatives, then walked onto the stage, speaking with a wide smile.
"A rather stunning lady found me just now, insisting she was my Avril. A lady's embrace is hard to leave, but for the sake of all of you, I had to use all my strength to tear myself away from her ample bosom."
A smattering of laughter sounded from the audience.
Luke continued, "I prepared three gifts today. The first two have been showcased. That leaves the third, the most mysterious one. Wonderful things should be saved for last, preferably with a sense of anticipation and a touch of ambiguity."
"Now, please welcome the Mechanical Dance Corps!"
The lights began to flash. Accompanied by intense vibrations, eight individuals—four men and four women—wearing special armor walked out from backstage. Both men and women wore masks engraved with the Tesla logo, obscuring their faces. In fact, no one cared about their faces.
All eyes were focused on the armor encasing their bodies.
Exoskeleton Armor?
It really was the Exoskeleton Armor!
The FBI, CIA, Department of Defense, and even Qu Youran and Wang Kun held their breath, staring intently at the suits, not missing a single detail.
The armor was mainly divided into six parts: the external frame connecting the whole, the battery pack, the joint linkage mechanism for the hands and feet, the central controller, the adjustment sensors, and the external protective shell.
The four men and four women split into two teams and walked to the center of the stage. As the exhilarating music started, the men in the back row leaped up, soaring into the air, their feet leaving the ground by more than five meters.
Like Superman, a single jump broke the Guinness high jump record.
This sight stunned everyone. Several generals from the Department of Defense even stood up involuntarily.
The four dancers in mid-air performed a 720-degree backflip, landing smoothly on the stage. The two in the middle reached out and grabbed their companions' lower backs. Without any apparent strain, they lifted their partners, whose total weight exceeded two hundred kilograms, high above their heads.
Seeing this, not only government officials but also the heads of major financial groups and bank presidents stood up.
They understood what kind of change the world would undergo if this armor reached the market.
After the displays of jumping and strength, the talent demonstration followed.
The eight armored dancers performed a unique aerial mechanical dance, showcasing the flexibility and balance of the exoskeleton suits. They moved and leaped in mid-air, complementing each other. Every movement exceeded the limits of a normal human. They looked like a group of metahumans, displaying the beauty of machinery with superhuman physical capabilities.
The dance continued, but the venue was silent. Even the reporters, eager for scoops, put down their cameras and stared blankly.
Unnoticed, the three-minute performance ended. The lights came back on, and the audience seemed to wake from a dream.
Luke coughed.
"I thought their performance was excellent, but judging by the applause, you all don't seem entirely satisfied."
As he spoke, applause erupted from the crowd, growing louder and louder, wave after wave, nearly shaking the venue.
Luke laughed and waved, signaling the dancers to remove their masks and bow to the audience.
The eight people shed their armor, bowed, and left the stage, their expressions excited. Dancing in the exoskeleton suits was a unique and incredible experience for them as well.
Luke walked up to the armor.
"Is anyone interested in coming onto the stage to experience the charm of the exoskeleton armor?"
A flurry of reporters raised their hands. Then, Bruce Wayne, who rarely interacted with outsiders, suddenly stood up and walked onto the stage.
"May I try one?"
Luke smiled. "I didn't realize Mr. Wayne was interested in machinery. This way, please!"
Under Luke's guidance, Bruce Wayne put on a suit. Simultaneously, representatives from the FBI, CIA, and the Department of Defense also rushed onto the stage to try on the exoskeleton armor.
The rest of the audience left their seats and gathered around the stage. They wanted to see exactly what kind of performance the armor was capable of.
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