Chapter 1188

Shadow Raid truly feared he might die beneath the opponent's war hammer.

After that came the uninteresting third match, the fourth, the fifth.

Because these matches were almost all battles between those warriors who later achieved five consecutive wins, their level was simply not on the same tier as the warriors who had previously achieved five consecutive wins.

During the fifth match, there were even warriors below the stage telling the warriors on stage to get off — the fighting was simply too terrible, no different from two drunkards wildly swinging fists at each other up there, shouting at them to get off the stage and stop wasting everyone's time.

In the end, it was still the referee who maintained order.

The warriors who had caused trouble washing dishes in the dining hall were still fresh in memory; once the referee spoke, the disgruntled warriors below could only swallow their anger, hoping the following matches would be a bit more exciting.

"Group six! The Forger versus Heavy Sword!"

"Let us welcome them to the stage!"

Lin Cheng had long been prepared, walking toward the field at 750; on the other side of the stage, Heavy Sword seemed to be alone, just like in the morning's match — still dressed in plain clothes, with a single heavy sword, nothing else needed.

Lin Cheng could not help but admire his courage; he had originally thought Heavy Sword would wear a set of armor onto the stage.

Yet a true man always goes pure offense, needing no defensive measures whatsoever.

That saved him some trouble.

Standing on the field, the referee would give both sides a period of preparation time; Heavy Sword was already ready.

Lin Cheng was not — he first released five mechanical servants to surround himself on both sides, and at the same time, he also had a Lei Ming blade.

The single-edged Lei Ming blade, with its thick hilt, did not feel particularly great in the hand.

He decisively summoned a spell flame to wrap around the entire Lei Ming blade, using it to swiftly forge it into a handy longsword, matching the longsword from before the armor transformation in his memory.

This scene of forging a weapon on the spot stunned the watching crowd, including the Young Master in the captain's cabin; they all knew Lin Cheng was a forger, but they had never seen someone publicly forge a greatsword into a longsword in just a few seconds.

They could not help wondering — do forgers forge weapons this quickly nowadays?

In fact, no — it was simply that Lin Cheng possessed this high-speed forging ability.

"Are both sides ready?"

Seeing both were nearly prepared, the referee spoke up to ask.

"Ready."

"Ready."

"Then the match begins!"

As the words fell, Lin Cheng's five mechanical servants struck first, charging toward Heavy Sword in a formation; the reason the Heavy Sword fighter was called Heavy Sword was precisely because his sword was truly heavy.

When Heavy Sword drove his sword upside down into the stage, the surrounding stage floor seemed to tremble slightly, kicking up a layer of dust.

Lin Cheng's initial estimate was no less than 100 jin.

Carrying such a heavy sword on his back the whole time was itself a form of training; Lin Cheng did not dare underestimate his opponent, and in a thought sent the mechanical servants up to test the waters — even if they were lost, he would not feel the pain.

Facing the mechanical servants' attack, Heavy Sword merely raised the sword in his hand, then brought it down in one strike at extreme speed.

In an instant, the mechanical servants did not even have time to self-destruct, being directly crushed clean in two, parts scattered across the ground.

Lin Cheng's expression grew solemn.

He had thought he already valued Heavy Sword enough, but unexpectedly, his skill and ability far exceeded his imagination.

This realm made him think of only eight characters!

A heavy sword has no edge; great skill appears as plain work!

This was no ordinary sword dao.

Just like Iron Fist and Fierce Tiger before, he had extremely deep attainments in fist dao and fighting will.

The Heavy Sword before him was the same — possessing extremely deep comprehension and skill in sword dao.

Although the heavy sword in his hand had no edge and was not sharp, the one wielding it had trained through years of carrying it to possess tremendous strength; even a simple swing could unleash enormous killing power.

But if it were only ordinary swings, it would not have made Lin Cheng so solemn.

An ordinary swordsman, when striking, gets the timing, angle, and speed just right — that is the refinement of their sword art.

To think that a young man about Lin Cheng's age had such attainments in sword dao — how could it not be terrifying.

But Lin Cheng was no slouch either; with his system and various props on his side, he should not be inferior to these otherworld natives.

The mechanical servants were destroyed; he once again released five mechanical servants from his spatial ring, in a manner of using numbers to wear the opponent down, joining the previous four mechanical servants to run at overload together, charging toward Heavy Sword.

But these little ones, falling under Heavy Sword's indifferent gaze, stirred not the slightest ripple; even facing nine mechanical servants attacking at once, Heavy Sword merely swung the blade in his hand, landing precisely on the mechanical servants' bodies, the tremendous force instantly blowing them apart, the flying iron shards cutting through the air toward the surroundings in a second wave — yet the iron shards were blocked by the broad blade of Heavy Sword's sword.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Five mechanical servants in a row were cut apart by Heavy Sword with an effortless air; Lin Cheng's brow had never relaxed from start to finish — the fellow before him was far more troublesome than he had imagined, nearly invulnerable.

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