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

Even if you can tough it out, there are limits. Especially when the great battle arrives and eighth and ninth-tier units appear in droves, he will no longer be facing a one-on-one fight against a Star Crown-level opponent, but rather attacks from all directions on a chaotic battlefield.

No matter how powerful the swordsmanship or lightning magic is, you still have to survive the enemy's first wave of attacks.

What's needed now is the ability to escape, the ability to get out of the battlefield before a fatal attack lands.

Only by living can one continue killing.

Kill points only have meaning if you are alive.

When a person dies, all that talk about breaking through to the eighth rank and having star source power is meaningless.

Therefore, he first focused his attention on void travel.

Void Travel is currently only at the third level. In a real battle between the eighth and ninth levels, this level of movement would be insufficient.

The aftershock of the opponent's punch was enough to cover hundreds of kilometers, forcing him to maximize his Void Travel ability.

The third to fourth level, 30 billion; the fourth to fifth level, 50 billion; the fifth to sixth level, 100 billion, for a total of 180 billion.

Song Chen didn't even blink. A confirmation box popped up in front of him, and he raised his hand and clicked it.

[Confirmed consumption of 30 billion kill points, upgrading Void Shuttle from level 3 to level 4?]

[Confirmed consumption of 50 billion kill points, upgrading Void Shuttle from level 4 to level 5?]

[Confirmed consumption of 100 billion kill points to upgrade Void Shuttle from level 5 to level 6?]

After three confirmations, over a hundred billion kill points evaporated from his balance, and then his consciousness was torn apart by a massive torrent of information.

Every combat skill upgrade is like this: the system will forcibly inject all the operating logic of the new layer into his neurons in a very short time.

But this time was different. He traversed the void and ascended three levels in a row, rushing from the third level all the way to the sixth level. The amount of information was several times that of any previous upgrade.

Song Chen floated in the void, his body convulsing uncontrollably, the surface of his Silver Armor opening and closing continuously, and the psionic patterns flashing wildly.

His consciousness was repeatedly stretched, compressed, and stretched again at the level of spatial perception.

100,000 kilometers, 200,000 kilometers, 500,000 kilometers, 1 million kilometers...

His senses were constantly pushed outward, pushed to their limit, and then pulled back.

The whole process lasted nearly an hour.

Only after the last vestiges of the flood of information subsided did Song Chen slowly open his eyes.

His consciousness had never been so clear; the space around him was no longer a void of darkness, but had become a mathematical problem that could be read and understood.

He can feel the curvature and texture of every inch of space, and can distinguish which space is "thinner" and which is "dense".

The content of the sixth level of Void Travel appeared in his mind as naturally as his own instinct, allowing him to travel freely within a million kilometers without any cooldown.

He tried to dodge to the left front, without gathering any force, it was just a thought.

He disappeared, and then reappeared more than 100,000 kilometers away.

Then it flashed again, its body disappearing and reappearing on the spot, disappearing and reappearing repeatedly, launching dozens of spatial jumps in a few minutes, the surrounding space like a piece of cloth repeatedly pierced by needles.

He stopped, his heart not racing at all.

After the sixth floor, there was no "cooldown time," and for the first time, he felt the freedom of space to do as he pleased.

Within a million kilometers, with a single thought, he can disappear from any place and reappear from any place.

No matter how fast the enemy is, you have to find him first; no matter how strong the enemy is, they can't catch up with a space traveler who has no cooldown time.

This was his trump card; with it, he wouldn't die in the ensuing chaos from stray bullets.

Then Song Chen opened the combat skill shop and turned his attention to the Star-Splitting Slash.

He was still at the fourth level of Star Slash, but he immediately jumped to the fifth level, 80 billion, confirmed.

Then the sixth level, 120 billion.

Two hundred billion kill points disappeared again, and a massive torrent of information engulfed him. This time, his body couldn't even stay still in the void.

The operating logic of the sixth level of Star-Splitting Slash is far more terrifying than that of the fourth level. It no longer simply guides the centrifugal force of the star core into the blade, but treats the star core itself as a high-speed rotating psionic turbine.

Each cut accelerates the rotation of the star core, then extracts energy at an even faster speed.

The sixth level of mental cultivation unfolded in his consciousness, and he saw a chain of sword energy that was longer than before.

After the tenth wave slash, came the eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth... He counted all the way up to the eighteenth slash.

Eighteen strikes stacked. And unlike the intermittent bursts of the previous layers.

The sixth level of sword strikes can continue indefinitely; before the residual power of the previous strike has dissipated, the blade light of the next strike has already caught up.

Each strike builds up power for the next, the intent of the sword growing larger and larger like a snowball.

After the upgrade was completed, the first thing Song Chen did was draw his sword.

The meteorite blade was drawn from its sheath, its jet-black blade swirling in his hand before slashing towards the distant void.

He tested the eleventh strike. When the blade left his body, he could barely hear a sound, only seeing a thin golden streak of light fly forward.

The streak of light flew extremely fast, reaching the very edge of his perception before slowly dissipating.

He could see clearly that the power of that strike was close to that of the tenth strike before.

If he makes the eighteenth cut, he doesn't know what he'll achieve.

He closed his eyes and mentally re-enacted the battle with the Star Crown-class enemy.

Previously, he could only rely on his armor to withstand attacks and had no way to fight back.

Things are different now. You can use Void Travel to stay alive and Star Slash Level 6 to deal damage.

With his survival and damage output both improved, he estimated that if he encountered a Star Crown-level life form again, he could take it down in a few strikes, without even needing to go too far back.

Of course, this is an estimate; in actual combat, we'll have to see how things unfold.

He sheathed his sword, reopened the attribute panel, and found he had over 200 billion left, which he converted into attributes.

Qi and blood, and mental strength, each in equal proportions.

After adding, my Qi and Blood are 70 million and my Spirit is 60 million.

The 300 billion kill points were completely devoured by the system within seconds.

The improvement in attributes is not as dramatic as the upgrade of combat skills, but it is more sustained.

Heat surged from the star's core, like thousands of blazing streams, seeping into every muscle, every bone, and every cell along the meridians.

Song Chen felt as if her body was being repeatedly washed by warm water, and she felt hot from the inside out.

The surface of the Silver Armor glowed with a faint dark golden halo due to the increased temperature from the psionic energy.

With 70 million units of Qi and Blood, he was still short of the 1 billion required to condense Star Source Power. Coupled with a set of Star Crown-level combat skills and True Star-level battle armor, he was not afraid of most eighth-rank individuals.

With this equipment on him, he finally felt that he had some leverage to stand firm on this battlefield that was about to turn into a meat grinder.

After doing all this, Song Chen slowly sat down in the void and crossed his legs.

The armor automatically adjusted its posture, allowing him to float like a still meteorite.

He closed his eyes and began to adjust to his new body.

Slow down your breathing, slow down your heartbeat, and slow down the flow of spiritual energy.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the occasional faint crackling sound of cosmic rays from the far distance hitting the outer walls of the armor.

He just sat there, waiting for the great battle to begin.