Chapter 27: Blood and death

Let him down?

No, no, no!

Xu Zi'an wasn't let down, but he regretted it!

He regretted coming in so rashly.

He regretted rushing in so boldly without learning the various combat skills of a biological warrior!

The era of the great interstellar voyage.

Biological starships were indeed the main theme.

But!

The importance of biological warriors could never be ignored!

Although...

Almost all biological captains would choose to use their starships to solve everything when facing enemies...

This was indeed correct.

But!

What if your starship was destroyed?

And you happened to survive by luck, what then, wait for death?

Obviously impossible.

While strengthening one’s space warfare ability, one’s own strength also had to be taken into account.

One’s own strength was the final red line for survival.

Not only that.

Truly powerful biological warriors...

Were absolutely terrifying existences capable of plucking stars and grabbing the moon!

For example, War King-level powerhouses!

Could fly in space briefly relying solely on their physical bodies!

Xu Zi'an had once seen a video.

The content of the video was a large-scale war between the border and the Insectoid race.

A super powerhouse of unknown level.

He wasn't piloting his starship; it was unknown if his starship was destroyed or what.

In any case.

He crossed the void directly, arriving at superluminal speed in front of an Insectoid starship that was much larger than a cruiser, and with one punch...

It was truly just one punch!

He punched that Insectoid starship until it exploded!

That scene.

Deeply shocked Xu Zi'an’s soul.

It was from that moment on.

That Xu Zi'an truly began to value his own cultivation.

Of course, saying more... that was in the case where the starship was destroyed, or there was no starship around.

When he could solve all problems with a starship, Xu Zi'an would never play at close-quarters combat with the opponent.

Cannonballs booming, that was what was truly satisfying!

However, Xu Zi'an really regretted it now.

[Combat Simulation] was actually a battlefield too.

And a close-quarters battlefield at that.

What was very coincidental was...

His comrades were actually the same ones from the space warfare simulation.

Everyone was holding different weapons, fighting in a bloody battle.

Opposite.

It was still that group of Insectoids.

The Insectoids looked quite different from humans.

For example, they were two or three meters tall.

For example, they had many hands and many feet.

Anyway, in human eyes, none of the Insectoids looked normal.

The reason they were called the Insectoid race.

First, they called themselves the Insectoid race.

Second, although they were called the Insectoid race and possessed some insect characteristics, their body structure was that of a human body and blood.

Plus they possessed high intelligence, so they were called the Insectoid race.

Xu Zi'an had just come in for a little while before he was tortured to death by the Insectoids.

Yes!

Tortured to death!

When his side’s personnel were all killed, and only he was left.

These Insectoids actually tore his body apart bit by bit.

Just like death by a thousand cuts!

That extreme, bone-deep, soul-deep pain made Xu Zi'an’s body tremble crazily.

It took him a full three days of system simulation time to recover.

The second time, Xu Zi'an learned his lesson.

In a situation where he was bound to lose, he directly gave himself a slash.

This time he finally had the heart to pay attention to the teaching from the system.

The teaching was as meticulous and comprehensive as ever.

Just one lesson, without any combat skills, he still learned a lot.

In fact, whether it was combat skills or not, it didn't seem that important in this face-to-face life-and-death struggle.

If combat skills were compared to a knife, then this kind of true life-and-death struggle was what truly trained a person.

Having a knife would instead affect one’s training of killing techniques.

Only in this kind of bloody battle where it was either you die or I die, could one truly learn bone-deep combat knowledge, and thoroughly form the muscle memory belonging to oneself for all blocking, dodging, attacking, and how to kill the target in the fastest way.

After killing, blocking, and dodging became a human instinct, then picking up the knife of combat skills...

At that time, no matter what he learned, it would be extremely fast, and he would be able to master it quickly.

So truly powerful techniques were fought out time and time again in the absence of any technique.

Xu Zi'an learned very seriously, very, very seriously.

Because he really didn't want to experience the extreme pain of being tortured to death again.

It was really thanks to him living two lives, his mental power was strong enough, otherwise, that kind of pain only needed to be experienced once...

He would probably have collapsed.

Fortunately, his soul was strong.

Fortunately, his willpower was strong enough!

Time and time again.

Xu Zi'an.

Threw himself into the slaughter.

Into the boundless slaughter.

He could even face death and ordinary pain without changing his expression.

Avoiding being tortured to death became his final bottom line.

One year later.

Xu Zi'an couldn't even remember how many times he had died.

But from the tenth month on.

He hadn't died even once.

Today.

Was the last day of the year.

Xu Zi'an held an alloy Tang Dao, his figure like a ghost, shuttling among the Insectoids.

And every time he brushed past an Insectoid, that Insectoid’s vital parts would definitely suffer heavy damage, and then fall to the ground and die.

Xu Zi'an’s attacks might look like they had no beauty to speak of.

But any move didn't have the slightest bit of redundant action.

If a slash of eight inches could kill, he wouldn't go even a centimeter further.

As long as he could dodge the opponent’s attack, Xu Zi'an would not hesitate to do a donkey roll that had no beauty at all.

And his ultimate goal, or rather his only goal, was only one!

To kill every enemy he could see in front of him!

Flashy moves were just actively seeking death in Xu Zi'an’s eyes.

When the last Insectoid died.

There wasn't the slightest change in the expression on Xu Zi'an’s face.

Killing a dozen or so Insectoids was as if he had done the most insignificant thing.

Just as he couldn't remember how many times he had died.

He also couldn't remember how many enemies he had killed.

Countless.

At first, he would feel nauseous, disgusted, and want to vomit.

Now...

Even if his internal organs and brain matter accompanied by a nauseating bloody smell poured down from the top of his head...

He probably wouldn't even change his expression.

The one-year deadline.

Had finally ended.