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With three ventilation gaps above his head, the three aliens hanging upside down and lurking immediately abandoned their attempt to ambush him from the flanks. Their three deadly tail spikes formed a triangular locking angle and simultaneously stabbed at Zheng Zha's back, lower back, and the weak points between his armor plates. This was the most vicious and vicious combo attack from the alien swarm.

If it were an ordinary heavily armored warrior, he would inevitably be overwhelmed and suffer severe injuries.

But Zheng Zha's double-layered armor complemented each other perfectly, leaving no blind spots, and he was fearless.

He stomped hard on the alloy ground, his body spinning rapidly and sweeping horizontally, his elbows, knees, and shoulders, all covered in fury armor, turning into deadly weapons.

Vibranium deflected the piercing pressure of the three tail spikes, and Adamantine armor blocked all tearing damage. Three sets of ultimate sneak attacks were completely blocked.

Taking advantage of the moment when the alien's old power was exhausted and its body was stiff, Zheng Zha made a fist with his left hand, condensed the fist energy into a single point, and with the terrifying explosive power amplified by the power of the armor, he swiftly unleashed three punches in succession.

Each punch precisely targets three fatal weaknesses: the soft flesh of the jaw, the diaphragm of the chest and abdomen, and the neck armor.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three loud bangs rang out in succession, causing the cabin to shake continuously.

The combined force of the overloaded form is devastating, causing the mature alien's thick outer shell to collapse, crack, and shatter layer by layer.

Three upside-down black shadows fell one after another, their limbs twitching violently for a few breaths before falling into complete stillness.

Within seconds, the three mature aliens fell one after another.

At the damaged gate ahead, a large number of ordinary aliens charged forward fearlessly, attempting to use their numbers to entangle Zheng Zha and create an opportunity for the higher-level aliens lurking in the shadows to launch a sneak attack.

Zheng Zha's eyes were indifferent and cold. He slashed and swept his battle blade horizontally, spreading out a large area of ​​blood-red blade energy. Large areas of alien carapaces shattered and bodies were torn apart, instantly clearing out a large area.

The armor provides complete protection against acid, claws, and bites. No matter how fiercely the monsters attack and tear at him, he remains unmoved, as stable as an iron wall.

Zheng Zha nodded slightly, his breathing becoming a little rapid, and the burning sensation in his chest, a feeling of exhaustion, continued to spread.

The overwhelming combat power of the Overload mode is unmatched, but its consumption is also extremely terrifying, making it impossible to maintain for long.

He forcefully suppressed the burden and soreness in his body, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the several high-level aliens lurking motionless in the depths of darkness.

Ordinary soldiers are nothing to fear; the real deadly threat is always the apex predator lurking in piles of corpses and shadows.

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Deep within the confined and oppressive Nostromo spaceship, rusted alloy tunnels crisscrossed, cold, damp mist seeped from overhead pipes, and flickering emergency lights cast distorted shadows on the metal walls. A stench of decay, engine oil, and the viscous, acidic odor characteristic of aliens mingled and permeated every corner.

More than two hundred aliens swarmed out, surrounding the cargo hold from all sides, including the cargo hold mezzanine, ventilation ducts, and blind spots around the hatch.

The jet-black, smooth chitinous exoskeletons gleamed with a deathly cold light. Their long, narrow skulls, double-layered man-eating inner fangs, long tails covered in barbs, and sharp claws—each exuded pure predatory ferocity. Some swooped down from the roof, some crawled at high speed close to the ground, some circled around to encircle them—layer upon layer, densely packed, their menacing saliva dripping onto the alloy floor, hissing white smoke from the corrosion.

Ordinary reincarnators would fight to the death even in a one-on-one battle, so this horde of aliens would be enough to crush an entire reincarnation squad.

But Wang Qi stood in the middle of the torrent, his body surrounded by floating bell shadows, relying on his own cultivation and swordsmanship to fight against the entire group of aliens.

The Yang God's soul carries the laws of heaven and earth, and its divine sense spreads out in minute detail. The attack trajectory, weaknesses, movement rhythm, and angle of attack of every alien in the vicinity are clearly reflected in the sea of ​​consciousness, making predictions without any blind spots. Even if it is a sneak attack from the dark or a surprise attack from behind, it can be locked onto by the perception of the divine soul.

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A sharp, clear slash suddenly tore through the deathly silence of the cabin. The Moon's Wound sword was drawn, its cold, eerie light flashing. The sword intent was refined and restrained, its demonic nature completely sealed, leaving only the pure, deadly edge of martial arts.

Wang Qi lightly stepped onto the alloy ground, his figure instantly darting into the center of the alien horde. His movements were graceful and agile, shifting and dodging among countless dark bodies, advancing and retreating freely. His figure was unpredictable, just barely avoiding the attacks from the claws, the long tails, and the headshots.

The next moment, the divine blade unleashed its full power.

More than 30,000 sword techniques evolved and burst forth, with thousands of sword shadows unfolding layer upon layer, creating a complex array of styles, alternating between fast and slow, and blending the real and the illusory.

Horizontal slashes, vertical chops, thrusts, diagonal strikes, spinning cuts, and close-range bone-breaking moves—the moves are all interconnected, one after another, continuous and without any breaks or gaps.

The alien that charged head-on was sliced ​​open by the sharp blade energy, its exoskeleton shattered like paper, and black acidic blood splattered out.

The aliens, attacked from both sides, were blocked from moving by the overlapping and intertwined sword strikes. Several sword wounds entered their bodies at the same time, instantly shattering their bodies.

The alien, hanging upside down from the top of the cabin, had not yet landed when its head was cleaved by the force of the blade in mid-air, and its massive body crashed down heavily.

The alien, which was secretly maneuvering and attempting to sneak into gaps to launch a surprise attack, was anticipated by the keen senses and turned around to precisely sever its tail and destroy its core with a single strike.

The densely packed aliens piled up in layers, relying on their numbers to frantically surround and kill. Their claws, sharp teeth, bone spikes, and long tails attacked relentlessly, their dense onslaught blocking out all directions.

But it meant nothing to Wang Qi.

Wang Qi stood firmly in the formation. The alien that charged at him at close range had its chest bones shattered by the powerful outward release of his qi and blood energy as soon as it got within three feet of him, and it lost its fighting ability immediately.

The interaction between heaven and man activates the energy of heaven and earth to protect the body. Fine droplets of strong acid and splashes of corrosive bodily fluids are blown away and isolated by the invisible force of energy as they approach.

The divine power of the secret realm enhances the sword's momentum, making each slash carry the force of a mountain. Combined with the myriad variations of the divine sword's unpredictable attacks, every move is designed to counter the alien's physical structure.

Without needing domain blockade or time slowing, he relied solely on his extreme reaction, divine prediction, and unparalleled movement skills to create a perfect evasion rhythm amidst the sea of ​​over two hundred aliens.

As the blades flashed, one alien after another fell to the ground, limbs severed, skulls shattered, and bodies torn apart everywhere. The hissing sound of acid corroding the ground, the muffled thuds of aliens breaking apart, and the crisp sound of blades slicing through hard shells intertwined in the confined cabin.

The divine blade cuts through countless variations, constantly switching between thousands of moves. It does not rely on supernatural powers to overwhelm, but only on the ultimate martial arts techniques of dismantling moves, controlling angles, and exerting force to defeat all enemies with pure swordsmanship.

There was no large-scale devastation, only precise, efficient, and deadly continuous killing. Every strike landed on the alien's vital points, without wasting any effort or making any unnecessary movements.

The Sendai Secret Realm continuously supplied vital energy, supporting the long-term operation of the Sky-Piercing Blade Style. Wang Qi's aura remained stable, and his expression was indifferent. Even when surrounded by hundreds of ferocious beasts, he remained calm and composed, showing no sign of distress.

The battle was monotonous and brutal, a display of absolute suppression by high-level powerhouses over low-level ferocious beasts.

A moment later, the last remaining alien, stubbornly resisting, swung its long, bony tail and lunged forward in a desperate attack.

Wang Qi flicked his wrist, and the complex moves suddenly came to an end. His sword strike was solid yet not violent, and with a simple slash, he pierced through the air and cleanly penetrated the core of the alien's body.

The massive black shadow froze for a moment, then crashed down heavily, plunging into utter silence.

The entire passage was a mess, with all two hundred aliens killed. Their blackened remains and acidic blood covered the metal floor, and a pungent stench permeated the air.

The countless sword shadows slowly receded, and Wang Qi withdrew his wrist, the Moon Wound returning to its sheath with fluid, seamless movements.

His aura was steady, his clothes were clean and spotless, without a trace of blood. From beginning to end, he did not use any magic weapons, did not activate any secret techniques or supernatural powers, and did not imprison time and space in the slightest. He relied solely on his physical body, soul, secret realm cultivation, and divine blade to sweep across the entire alien torrent.