Chapter 510: Sword Sovereign

Li Cheng's pupils shrank abruptly as he activated the scanning function of his Information Synthesis Glasses.

The mechanical python was 1,159 meters long and 35 meters in diameter—over ten times the width of the train—and after factoring in its hollowed surface and metal mass, its total weight reached a terrifying three hundred thousand tons.

Godzilla's weight is only five to ten thousand tons—you're even tougher than Godzilla.

The glass lenses of the glasses vibrated violently, then cracked with a sharp "crack."

Alpha is the name of the mechanical python in human language; no other useful information could be extracted.

Hmm. Not entirely useless—the total weight of three hundred thousand tons can still twist flexibly, which even in zero-gravity space implies its body metal possesses extraordinary resistance to deformation and fracture, far beyond what the Fungus King and his alien players could summon.

The facts proved true: fierce battle sounds came from distant carriages; the Fungus King, the Griffin, and others were likewise besieged by branching tentacles of the mechanical python, struggling helplessly in the cramped cabins.

Zing!

Li Cheng unleashed his mantis-arm bone blades, unaffected by magnetic fields, slashed through the dense mechanical arms, burst out of the carriage, and shouted without looking back: "Hold them off for a bit—I'm going to save them."

Hold them off? How the hell am I supposed to do that?

Lei Yesi's eyes bulged with rage; he tore off more skin and summoned endless tattoo beasts to block the gap at the door.

At the same moment, in the vacuum of space, Wanli Fengdao was tightly bound by countless mechanical arms, rolled into a dumpling. With no room for muscle movement, he could not exert force, let alone draw his sword.

"While the green train is moving, the Immortality Field is confined within the carriage. But when approaching a stone platform, the field expands outward from the platform over a considerable area. That means I have… five seconds."

High-level transcendent thought moved like lightning; Wanli Fengdao calmed his spirit and strained to move his fingers, toes, and other protruding body parts within the crushing restraints.

【Skill Name: Twenty-One Meridian Divine Sword】

【Type: Wu Gong】

【Effect: Pulse Sword Qi. Requires self-training; once mastered, sword qi can be emitted from any body part, its power determined by one's martial arts proficiency】

【Cost: Minimum 1 Spirit Point per sword qi burst】

【Cooldown: None】

【Prerequisite: Possession of the Twelve Regular Meridians and Eight Extraordinary Meridians at the physiological level】

【Note: The Six Meridian Sword is the legendary martial art of the Dali Duan clan, capable of projecting internal force from all ten fingers. It is the highest refinement of the One Yang Finger technique. Unfortunately, due to its extreme conditions, only the founder and Dali Emperor Duan Yu ever mastered all six meridians. Rumor says that in his later years, he self-taught an ultimate martial art called "Shaking Flower Hand," capable of firing sword qi at twenty bursts per second in all directions.】

The battlefield's note was as annoying as ever, but this skill was perfectly suited to Wanli Fengdao.

From within the mechanical dumpling, dense white rainbow sword qi erupted violently, shattering and disintegrating all metal it touched.

Papatapata!

The next instant, more mechanical arms swept in, wrapping the dumpling's outer layer to prevent its unraveling; the severed arms split into insect-like pincer structures, locking together to maintain shape and keep Wanli Fengdao trapped.

Worse still, dozens of thin metal needles pierced Wanli Fengdao's neck, spine, and skull, simultaneously activating electric currents.

The Cosmic Python was no beast driven purely by instinct; its information gathering and processing speed far exceeded human capacity. Merely from observing the deaths of passengers, it had reverse-engineered the approximate effect of the Immortality Field.

Thus, these metal needles were not meant to kill or injure Wanli Fengdao—but

To numb, to delight, to please,

Wanli Fengdao's spirit trembled; the needles piercing his body, especially those embedded in his skull, directly electrified his brain, medial thalamus, ventricles, and surrounding gray matter of the aqueduct.

In that instant, all pain vanished; he felt as if floating in midair, hearing celestial music, smelling exquisite fragrance.

The metal needles severed his brain's perception of pain and replaced it with pleasure exceeding its maximum tolerance.

In this way, they bypassed the Immortality Field's restrictions and seized control of his body.

And when time continued to pass, the moment the mechanical arms dragged Wanli Fengdao out of the Immortality Field's range, all needles would surge with greater current, cleanly and efficiently taking his life.

"Fuck! You! Motherfucker!"

Wanli Fengdao roared inside his mind, using his last shred of reason to force his muscles to lift his tongue toward his brain.

Hss!

Six Meridian Sword Qi pierced through his skull from his mouth; he died instantly, then was instantly reborn under the Immortality Field's effect, briefly resetting the metal needles' control over his body.

Using this interval of less than half a second, Wanli Fengdao's facial muscles twisted into a cruel grin.

He was a second-wave Summoned One; among players from his era, some were betrayed and killed by transnational conglomerates or criminal syndicates, their player qualifications stolen, their remaining bodies shipped to northern Myanmar and sent to biological labs across every continent—literally leaving footprints across the globe;

some vanished during Battlefield explorations, neither seen alive nor dead;

some accepted reality, abandoned their qualifications, and fraudulently resided in new bodies via Whale Song's consciousness upload or the Evil Science Alliance's cloning technology.

But most of his contemporaries died cluelessly in increasingly difficult scenario missions, their corpses reduced to rotting flesh and sent back to the real world.

Wanli Fengdao had survived this long, earning the nickname "Elderly Man" from forum newcomers; he knew the first rule of surviving the Battlefield—be cruel to others, and even crueler to yourself.

The skill 【Burning the Torch of the Night】 activated; from within and without, his entire body erupted in temperatureless, ghostly blue flames.

The fire was so swift that before the mechanical dumpling fully exited the stone platform's range, Wanli Fengdao inside was completely vaporized, decomposed into fundamental particles, leaving only the Dragon-Slaying Sword behind.

Did he give up and kill himself? No.

In the dark vacuum of space, a tiny, barely detectable fragment of brain tissue floated—Wanli Fengdao's brain matter, ejected along with his sword qi when he pierced his own skull.

The next instant, countless fundamental particles surged back toward the less-than-one-gram brain fragment, reassembling Wanli Fengdao on the spot.

His hair fluttered, his gaze icy; he raised his hand high, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword erupted crimson sword qi, blasting through restraints with sparks and lightning, severing thousands of mechanical arms, simultaneously relieving the White Horse Tombstone and the distant Fungus King, then flew straight back into his palm.

Against the lightless backdrop of space, Wanli Fengdao stood like a green pine, spine straight as a sword blade, right hand open, levitating the spinning Dragon-Slaying Sword—truly like a Sword Immortal descending from heaven.

Until Li Cheng's voice rang out: "Holy shit, there's a naked man!"