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Chapter 510 Sword Master
Li Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted, activating the scanning function of the information integration glasses.

The mechanical python is 1159 meters long and 35 meters in diameter, more than ten times the width of a train. Taking into account the degree of openwork on its surface and the mass of the metal, its total weight reaches a terrifying 300,000 tons.

Godzilla's total weight is only 5 to 10 tons, you're even more awesome than Godzilla.

The glasses lenses vibrated violently and then cracked open with a "crack".

Alpha, that's the name of the mechanical python in human language. Apart from that, no further useful information could be gleaned.

Well, it can't be said that it's completely nonexistent. The fact that it can still be flexibly twisted despite its total weight of 300,000 tons, even in the weightless environment of space, means that its metal body has an incredibly strong resistance to deformation and fracture. It's definitely not something that the otherworldly players like the Mushroom King could summon.

Indeed, the sounds of fierce fighting could be heard from the distant carriages. The Fungus King and the Griffin were also being attacked by the tentacles of the mechanical python. They were unable to exert their full strength in the narrow carriage and appeared to be struggling to defend themselves.

Zheng!
Li Sheng unleashed his mantis-arm bone blade, unaffected by magnetic field strength, slicing through the dense mechanical arms. As he rushed out of the car, he shouted to Reyes without turning his head, "You hold them off for a bit, I'm going to rescue them."

Hold on for a while? How can we hold on?

Reyes, his eyes blazing with fury, had no choice but to tear off more skin to summon an endless stream of tattooed beasts to block the gap in the car door.

At the same moment, in the vacuum of space, Wanli Fengdao was tightly bound hand and foot by countless mechanical arms, rolled into a dumpling. His muscles had no room to move, so he couldn't exert any force, let alone draw his sword.

"While the green train is in motion, the immortality field is confined to the carriages. However, as it approaches the stone platform, the field expands outwards from the platform to a considerable area. In other words, I have 0.5 seconds left."

The thoughts of a high-level superhuman are lightning fast. Wanli Fengdao calmed his mind and tried his best to move his fingers, toes and other protruding parts of his body amidst the heavy restraints.

[Skill Name: Twenty-One Meridian Divine Sword]

[Genre: Fighting]

[Special Effect: Pulse Sword Aura. Requires self-training. Once mastered, sword aura can be emitted from any part of the body. The power of the sword aura depends on one's martial arts proficiency.]

[Cost: Minimum 1 point of spiritual power per sword strike]

[Cooling time: None]

[Requirements for use: Possession of the twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians at the physiological level]

[Note: The Six Meridian Divine Sword is a legendary martial art passed down through generations of the Dali Duan family. It allows the user to project the internal energy of all six meridians from their ten fingers into mid-air. It represents the highest level of martial arts attainable by the One-Finger Divine Skill. Unfortunately, due to its demanding requirements, only the Dali Emperor Duan Yu, besides the creator, has mastered all six meridians. Legend has it that in his later years, he independently mastered a peerless martial art called "Shaking Flower Hand," which can fire sword energy in all directions at a rate of twenty shots per second.]

The notes on the killing field are as annoying as ever, but this skill is indeed a perfect match for the "Ten Thousand Miles of Sealing Blade" skill.

Suddenly, dense white rainbow sword energy shot out from inside the rice dumpling wrapped by the robotic arm, causing metal to break and disintegrate wherever it went.

Clap clap clap!

The next second, more robotic arms swept in, enveloping the rice dumpling and preventing it from disintegrating. The severed robotic arms also split into pincer-like structures resembling insect mouthparts, interlocking to maintain their shape and prevent Wanli Fengdao from breaking free.

Worse still, a dozen or so thin metal needles were inserted into Wanli Fengdao's neck, spine, and skull, simultaneously generating an electric current. The Cosmic Python was by no means a beast acting solely on instinct; its information gathering and integration capabilities and thinking speed far surpassed those of ordinary humans. It deduced the approximate effect of the immortality field simply from the outcome of the passengers being killed on the train.

Therefore, these fine metal needles were not intended to kill or harm Wanli Fengdao, but rather...
A tingling, joyful, and pleasant sensation.

Wanli Fengdao's heart trembled. The fine needles piercing his body, especially those embedded in his skull, directly shocked the gray matter in his brain, the medial thalamus, the ventricles, and the area around the aqueduct.

In that instant, all the pain vanished, and I felt as if I were floating in the air, hearing celestial music and smelling wonderful fragrances.

The metal needles directly severed the brain's ability to sense pain, instead transmitting pleasure that exceeded the brain's capacity.

In this way, the limitations of the immortality field are bypassed, and control over their bodies is stripped away.

As time continues to pass, the moment the robotic arm pulls Wanli Fengdao out of the Eternal Force Field, all the steel needles will increase their current, cleanly and decisively taking lives.

"Go to hell!"

Wanli Fengdao roared in his mind, using the last bit of reason to drive his muscles, raising his tongue and pointing it at his brain.

laugh!
The Six Meridian Sword Qi pierced through his skull from his mouth, killing him instantly. However, he was instantly reborn under the influence of the Immortal Force Field, which also briefly refreshed his control over the metal steel needles.

In that brief half-second interval, Wanli Fengdao's facial muscles contorted, revealing a sinister smile.

He was among the second batch of chosen ones. Some of the players from his era were betrayed and killed by transnational corporations and criminal groups, who took away their player qualifications and sent their remaining body parts to northern Myanmar and biological laboratories on various continents. In a literal sense, their footprints are all over the world.
Some disappeared while exploring the killing field, never to be seen again, neither alive nor dead;
Some, facing reality, abandoned their qualifications and used Whale Song's uploaded consciousness or Evil Science Alliance's cloning technology to deceive themselves into residing in new bodies.

However, the fate of many other players at the same time was to die in increasingly difficult scenario missions, leaving only a pile of rotting corpses to be transported back to the real world.

Wanli Fengdao has survived to this day and is respectfully called "Old Man of the Eighties" by newbies on the forum. He is very clear about the first principle for surviving on the battlefield: be ruthless to others, but even more ruthless to yourself.

The skill called "Continuing the Burning Body" was activated, and his entire body erupted with cold, dark blue flames from the inside out.

The fire was so intense that before the mechanical rice dumpling could completely leave the stone platform, the Wanli Sealing Blade inside was completely vaporized and decomposed into basic particles, leaving only the Dragon-Slaying Sword in place.

Did he commit suicide because he couldn't cope with the situation? No.

In the pitch-black vacuum of space, a small, barely perceptible fragment of brain tissue floated. It was the brain matter that Wanli Fengdao had expelled from the mechanical zombie along with the sword energy when he pierced through his own brain.

In the next instant, centered on a brain matter weighing less than 1 gram, countless elementary particles rapidly flew back, piecing together and reconstructing the image of Wanli Fengdao himself.

His hair was flowing, his gaze was cold, and his hand was raised high. The Dragon Slayer sword energy burst forth with crimson energy, breaking through the restraints with sparks and lightning. Its momentum did not diminish as it severed thousands of mechanical arms, and in the process, it helped the White Horse Tombstone and the Mushroom King and others in the distance to get out of trouble before flying straight back into his palm.

Against the backdrop of a lightless universe, Wanli Fengdao stands like a pine tree, his back straight as the spine of a sword, his right hand outstretched, seemingly holding up the slowly rotating Dragon-Slaying Sword in the air, truly like a sword immortal descending to earth.

Until Li Sheng's voice rang out, "Holy crap, there's a naked man!"

(End of this chapter)