Chapter 1189

Whether the mechanical thralls attacked simultaneously or ambushed from behind, it was as if they had eyes on their backs — the greatsword would detect them and destroy them the next second.

The martial artists below were cheering, shouting that this was just too thrilling.

Before, they had only seen the metal guards coordinating tacitly to thrash various martial artists, but now, these metal guards were being cut down one by one before the greatsword.

Many martial artists were shouting things like "nicely done," "this is just too thrilling."

Most martial artists felt the Forger would probably stop here, while a portion of them suddenly realized — to defeat the Forger's metal guards, one didn't need armor, but a greatsword like this, usable for both offense and defense.

Learned it, learned it.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two more mechanical thralls fell beneath the greatsword, but this time the iron shards from the exploding mechanical thralls also left a small wound on the greatsword — a shard cut his cheek, and a trickle of fresh blood seeped out.

The greatsword calmly touched his cheek with his hand; finding it was blood, he paid the wound no more attention — such a small wound would heal quickly.

Only from now on, dealing with these little ones would require more care. Although they posed no threat to the sword itself, the flying iron shards could easily injure his main body.

It was precisely this small wound that gave Lin Cheng an idea for dealing with the greatsword.

The captain's cabin.