Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 842 True Spirit War
The world fell silent for a brief moment.

Even Solomon Beaufort, who had transformed into the "Dark Side of the Moon," did not make a move immediately. The deep darkness that had submerged the evening moon churned and writhed, coalescing into a humanoid silhouette that indifferently watched the crowd.

As if supporting the sky, this colossal mechanical structure, tens of thousands of meters high, stands majestically in deep space, every inch of its armor plating and every cannon muzzle exuding a sense of immense weight. This is none other than the "Colossus" Bapus of [Southern Heavy Industries], the fifth ring of [Beyond].

Then someone else, holding a cane, was enveloped in the psychic energy of "circulation," which spread outwards, forming an endless, cyclical authority.

[Scientific Ethics Committee], Fifth Ring [Truth], "Perpetual Cycle", Yvette Gregory.

Ying Bancheng tossed a string of toy swords in his hand, his brow furrowing and relaxing intermittently as he muttered to himself. Opposite him, Paddy Morse stood expressionless, his posture impeccable, his powerful, reality-distorting psionic energy like a volcano about to erupt, ready to explode at any moment.

The Fifth Ring - [True Spirit]. Breaking the predetermined death, beings qualified to decide the fates of countless people, have now gathered in ten places. Song Shi's heart surged with joy, which sprouted like uncontrolled weeds, accompanied by flickering crimson flames, poised to erupt.

More than two thousand years ago, the gods of that generation came to the Outer Heavens in order to break through the unprecedented seventh ring. They sat and discussed the Dao, and then fought to the death, which led to the "Skyfall" event - Terra's satellite "Qingdu" collapsed and disintegrated, crashing into Terra.

Now it is more than two thousand years later.

A gentle, tingling sensation spread from my heart and climbed up my body. I stood in the same place as the former gods.

Song Shi had no doubt that the full force of ten fifth-ring cultivators could shatter Xi Yue.

Opening a battlefield on the moon was Chakro's choice; he didn't want the battle to take place within the Enterprise Alliance's territory. If the war were to take place on Earth, with the ten True Spirits unleashed, Chakro had no doubt he would achieve final victory, but at a cost.
The price others paid was far too high.

The mountains and seas have been submerged, nine out of ten houses are empty, and most of the corporate alliance is likely to be destroyed, repeating the devastation of the wasteland.

Therefore, without hesitation, he launched a fierce attack on Xi Yue in the very first second after breaking through to the third stage of True Spirit, all in order to force the others to come and set the final battle location in deep space.

Song Shi grinned.

夕月
never mind.

—If it breaks, we'll just build a new one and hang it up again!
"Corporateism is over."

Each of the ten True Spirits was positioned differently, but vaguely, Chakro was surrounded at the very center. He remained indifferent, his gaze sweeping across them, showing little emotional fluctuation, yet exuding an aggressive and sharp aura.

—Because I am here.

Before the words were finished, an arm as thick as a mountain range slowly rose, its massive bearing structure at the joints rotating silently, radiating a deep blue halo, as if a glacier were moving. At the end of the arm, a gigantic hand with five distinct fingers slowly opened, then closed again, clenching into a fist in mid-air, and launched a blast towards Chakro!

The bombardment was carried out by the "Colossus" Baptiste!

This colossal construct, if standing on the earth, could cast a shadow that blots out the sky. The surface of the humanoid Titan is crisscrossed with deep and shallow grooves on its hard metal armor shell, scars left from its years of conquest.

The enormous head emitted a dazzling, eerie light from its pupils. From a macroscopic perspective, the punch appeared rather slow, yet its destructive power was not diminished in the slightest. When Bapus pushed the psionic technique [Supermass Strike] to its limit, it could even trigger a localized gravity well phenomenon!
Wherever the fist struck, the ocean of firepower, which had been riddled with holes by the crowd but was quickly refilled by the "Lone Sea" celestial defense system, showed a visible dent.

High-temperature plasma clusters, pulsed focused beams of energy. Even the radioactive dust after a nuclear explosion, as if crushed by a hydraulic press, suddenly caved inwards, or like an airplane cabin with a ruptured opening, being forcefully compressed towards the same spot due to the pressure difference—

They mingled, shattered, and piled up on Pap's arm.

From a distance, Bapus's punch looked like a meteorite falling into the atmosphere, growing brighter and heavier until it finally encountered an obstacle.

Chaklo Vaughn.

The capture of the local gravity well phenomenon and its own enormous size meant that although Bapus's absolute speed was not fast, the impact it caused was difficult to avoid. At this moment, Chaklo Vaughn did not even try to dodge.

He did only one thing: he clenched his fists, like a knight charging at a windmill or a mayfly trying to shake a towering ancient tree, turning around to meet fist to fist in the face of a difference in size by millions of times.

——!
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

In the next instant, everything began to flow again.

What is revealed in reality is an unbelievable scene—

The mechanical construct, as tall as a giant god and as majestic as a Titan, lost its balance and stumbled backward. Countless cracks appeared on its mountain-thick arms, and even its tightly clenched fists inevitably loosened due to the external force.

However, while Baptiste retreated, Chaklo vanished completely, disappearing into the darkness of space. But less than a few breaths later, a flash of light appeared at the edge of his vision, and Chaklo charged back, returning to the battlefield.

As the embodiment of the philosophy of the giant enterprise [Nanyu Heavy Industry], Bapse's power has reached an unbelievable level. Even if Chaklo were to take a punch from him, he would be blasted away a great distance.

But it was just "blown away".

Chaklo Vaughn has returned! His aura is stable! Peak psionic power! He doesn't look like he was blasted away, but rather like he's returning from a picnic!
Since breaking through to the fifth ring, [True Spirit], Bapus has always been powerful and heavy, solid and substantial. Even if mountains are in front of him, he can easily crush them like tofu blocks.

However, as he punched back and forth, it was as if he had struck a bronze bell with his bare hands and hit something incredibly hard!
—The third stage of the True Spirit, "The Paradox of Reversal"!
Chaklo Vaughn is now beginning to demonstrate, like Isidore Siniti and the Grand Marshal did before, his qualifications to prove that Terra is "the best in the world"!

However, let's set aside the question of whether it's "the best in the world".

Bapus's punch ignited the battlefield. In an instant, ten completely different spiritual energies surged and collided in a chain reaction. The deep space centered on Xiyue was as if hundreds or thousands of nuclear bombs had been dropped, exploding with a blinding scorching light.

Song Shi was one of them.

Song Shi was the most conspicuous psychic among them!
The dazzling flames, beyond description, pierced the deep sky, instantly expanding tens of thousands of meters, resembling an erupting jet of fire. Then, this jet of fire reversed its direction.

—Piercing through the dark side of the setting moon!
(End of this chapter)