High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

When Song Chen jumped out of the cabin wearing the Beiming Battle Armor and landed on the surface of the desolate planet, the soles of his boots crushed a layer of weathered rock, raising a small cloud of gray dust that slowly floated up in the low gravity environment before finally settling back down.

He spread out his mental energy detection range, and within a radius of several thousand kilometers, there was nothing but rubble, no spiritual energy reaction whatsoever. This will do.

"Let's begin."

Song Chen first opened the system store.

The exchange button for the third level of Star Slash was lit up on my retina, with golden lettering floating there quietly.

He reached out and tapped the air.

The kill value balance dropped by 5 billion from 30.5 billion in an instant.

He planned to upgrade his main combat swordsmanship to the third level first, and then convert all his kill points into attributes.

The next moment, a flood of information rushed into Song Chen's brain.

His consciousness was pulled into an inner vision space composed entirely of psionic energy, and the energy path of the Nine-Layer Wave Slash was like a red-hot branding iron, forcibly pressed into his neurons.

His body began to move uncontrollably.

With his right hand, he drew the Heavenly Blade, while his left hand pressed down on the back of the blade. The Star Core within his dantian suddenly accelerated its rotation, and centrifugal force spread outward from the core, transmitting through the meridians to his arm, and then flowing into the blade from his arm.

When he swung the first knife, he could still control the direction and force.

The blade's edge flew about three kilometers, splitting a meteorite a hundred meters in size in two.

During the second strike, the stellar core's internal oscillation was automatically triggered. The residual spiritual energy from the first strike was pulled back by an invisible force and re-condensed on the blade, making the blade's aura twice as thick as the first strike.

The third, fourth, and fifth cuts were made, with layers of blade light stacked on top of each other, the color changing from a translucent pale gold to a dazzling white gold.

By the sixth cut, his feet had crushed the rock beneath him, and he sank half a meter down.

When the seventh strike was unleashed, all the rubble within a radius of tens of kilometers was pulverized by the aftershocks of the blade's energy.

The moment the eighth strike was released, the crater where he stood was completely flattened by the psionic backlash, turning it into a smooth, reflective surface.

Then came the ninth cut.

At that moment, Song Chen's consciousness was torn into two parts.

Half of him was controlling his body to complete the ninth slash, while the other half was pulled into the depths of combat skill information transmitted by the system.

He saw the true meaning of the Star-Splitting Slash in that torrent of information; it turned out to be an extreme application of the centrifugal force of a star core.

The centrifugal force generated by the rotating star core is constant, but the Star-Splitting Slash, through an incredibly precise psionic energy circulation route, can increase the peak value of the centrifugal force by hundreds of times in a very short time, and then release it all at a single point in an instant.

This principle is based on the same physical logic as stellar flares, except that stellar flares rely on magnetic reconnection, while this one relies on a knife.

The ninth strike was delivered.

Song Chen didn't see the moment the blade left his body because his eyes were temporarily blinded by the light from his own blade at that moment.

He only felt a violent tremor from the blade of the Heavenly Blade, and then he heard a loud bang.

There should be no sound in a vacuum, but the loud noise was not transmitted through the air; it was transmitted directly into his star core through psionic vibrations, like someone ringing a bell in his ear.

When his sight was restored, the first thing he saw was the asteroid in the distance.

The asteroid, which was 32 kilometers in diameter, was originally drifting quietly in the center of the debris field, but now it has broken into six pieces.

Six enormous fragments were scattering in all directions at a visible speed. Each fragment still retained the afterglow of his blade's white-gold psionic energy, flickering like six ugly stars.

Star-Splitting Slash, it can truly split stars.

Song Chen looked down at his right hand, somewhat incredulous that he had made this. Had he really made a star?

Although it was just an asteroid, it was still a catastrophic explosion.

Next comes adding attributes.

Song Chen reopened the system panel, and his kill value balance was 25.5 billion.

[Exchange for 2500000 Health Points? Requires 12500000000 Kill Points]

He clicked "Yes".

Five thousand kill points can be exchanged for one point of health, and you can't really feel the difference when you add it little by little. But it's a different story when you add two and a half million attribute points at once.

The system compresses these attribute values ​​into an extremely short time window and directly injects them into every cell of his body.

It felt like two and a half million energy potions were simultaneously inserted into his body, and then each needle stirred inside.

It hurt a lot; Song Chen's knee bent.

He gritted his teeth and refused to kneel down.

The rocks beneath his feet were shattered by the shockwave of spiritual energy surging from his body. The ground within a radius of tens of kilometers centered on him cracked open, with cracks spreading outward like a spider web.

His Qi and Blood value was jumping up at a rate of tens of thousands of points per second, and each jump was accompanied by a burning sensation surging from the depths of his bone marrow.

His skin turned bright red, and his body temperature soared to several thousand degrees.

Muscles tear apart in spasms and are repaired by the Eternal Body, only to be torn apart again by even more violent psychic shocks, over and over, like a piece of steel being repeatedly forged.

This process lasted about three minutes.

Three minutes later, Song Chen crawled out of a crater of rocks that had been melted by the high temperature.

That's right, the spot where he was standing has now become a lava pool several hundred meters in diameter, the rocks melted by his body heat.

Song Chen exhaled, and the breath carried residual spiritual energy, forming a small, visible pale golden mist in the vacuum that dissipated after several seconds.

The amount of Qi and blood has reached four million.

"continue."

"System, convert all remaining kill points into mental energy."

The process of exchanging spiritual energy is much quieter than that of qi and blood, but it is more dangerous.

Improving blood and qi causes physical pain, while improving mental strength causes mental pain.

The infusion of 2.5 million units of mental energy caused his consciousness to be infinitely stretched in that instant, and his perception range expanded like an inflating balloon, increasing from a few hundred kilometers to several thousand kilometers in one go, before suddenly shrinking back.

This expansion and contraction process took only a few milliseconds, but in those few milliseconds, his brain received information from all matter within a radius of thousands of kilometers.

A few minutes later, Song Chen finished receiving the message.

My mental strength has reached 3.6 million.

He stood there for a while, reflecting on the moment.

The surge in Qi, blood, and mental strength brings about more than just numerical changes.

His Eye of Insight was already operating automatically without needing to be actively activated, and the spatial structure within a radius of tens of kilometers around him became more than ten times clearer than before.

He can "see" the curvature of space, just like looking at a piece of paper laid out on a table, clearly seeing where it is flat and where it is wrinkled.

The maximum distance a person can travel through space depends on the precision of their spatial perception; the clearer the perception, the farther they can jump.

If we were to use void travel now, it would easily cover thousands of kilometers.

Song Chen concealed his aura and sat cross-legged on a rock next to the lava pool. He needed time to stabilize his state.

He sat there for ten days straight.

The desolate planet has no day or night; the faint light of the white dwarf can barely illuminate half the sky, but the temperature is frighteningly low.