Chapter 845: The World's Number One Cyborg

Bang, bang, bang...

A series of heavy footsteps rang out.

The one making these footsteps was a particularly tall and sturdy man. He wore a black leather jacket, donned wide sunglasses, held a long-barreled firearm in his hand, and had a bright orange ammunition belt wrapped around his body, exuding a cold, mechanical aura from head to toe. He was over two meters tall, his steps were heavy, and the muscles exposed on his body were like rolling mountains, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Suddenly, he stopped, raised his machine gun, and swept it across a patch of forest.

The gun barrel spun rapidly, and amidst the deafening, dense gunfire, it sprayed a violent rain of bullets, turning everything in its path into powder.

The moment the gunfire started, a light green silhouette flashed out from the trees. Not only was she extremely fast, but she moved left and right, her footwork appearing extremely elusive and mysterious, impossible to capture with the naked eye. She not only caused every single bullet to miss, but also approached the sturdy man at an incredible speed.

"Die!" With a delicate shout, the blade light fell like lightning, cold as frost. A cold and ethereal pretty face was reflected within it, making her look even more peerlessly beautiful.

Yet when both sides engaged in close-quarters combat, that thick, long gun barrel seemed like a useless burden, perhaps even a liability.

Clang! Sparks flew in all directions. A sword light suddenly thrust out, intercepting the blade light.

It turned out that the sturdy man had a sword in his hand, though no one knew when he had acquired it. Although it was a long sword measuring four feet seven inches, it looked overly delicate and small in the sturdy man's hand.

Liusheng Piaoxu's beautiful eyes turned slightly cold, her robes fluttered, and her graceful figure spun like a flying celestial. The Martial Warrior sword in her palm thrust out from all directions, the dense Qi energy like threads invisible to the naked eye, enveloping the sturdy man like a heaven-and-earth net.

The sturdy man, called Situ Dong, was not a mosquito in a spider web; he had a long sword in his right hand and a firearm in his left. He hacked and slashed with the long sword, bold and unconstrained. The gun barrel sprayed bullets from time to time, and even if they didn't hit Liusheng Piaoxu, they made her wary.

Liusheng Piaoxu could see that although the sturdy man's moves were simple, they possessed a charm of returning to simplicity and great skill appearing clumsy, clearly a very profound sword art. However, although every move this man used was extremely perfect and flawless, it always gave people a feeling of being sluggish and dull—rigid and mechanical, devoid of any spirit. Still, combined with the gun barrel, it indeed put a certain amount of pressure on her.

However, the current Liusheng Piaoxu was no longer what she used to be, whether in terms of vision, experience, or her sword and blade techniques. After thirty moves, she seized a fleeting flaw and slashed out a bright, chilling blade light through a gap in the sword light. This strike was like a collapsing snow mountain, carrying a rolling momentum that destroyed everything. It also carried a kind of desolate beauty, descending from the sky like snowflakes, making one involuntarily intoxicated by it; it was precisely "Snow Drifting in the Human World."

Liusheng Piaoxu was confident that this move would never miss.

This was, after all, a move tempered a thousand times over, nearly perfect.

What's more, her current attainments in blade technique were already catching up to those of her father, Yagyu Tajima no Kami.

Whoosh! This strike truly did not disappoint her; the blade light fell from above, slicing across Situ Dong's forehead, nose, lips, throat, and spreading to his chest...

A trace of joy flashed across Liusheng Piaoxu's cold, pretty face. Taking a "Snow Drifting in the Human World" head-on—aside from Cheng Shifei, whose Diamond Indestructible Divine Skill was perfected—she feared that even those two masters at the Shaolin Temple who had cultivated their external hard-body techniques to perfection would be severely injured, with no power left to fight back.

But the next moment, the sword tip broke through the air, and the sword light pierced over like cold electricity, leaving a wound on Liusheng Piaoxu's arm.

When Liusheng Piaoxu dodged and looked at the sturdy man, she couldn't help but be startled.

Beneath the sturdy man's supposedly bloody wound, there was no human muscle or bone to be seen, but rather a metallic skeleton.

"Heh heh, woman, look closely. This is a true body of steel and iron. During an experiment, it even took a rocket head-on; mere blades!" Situ Dong gave a cold laugh. His semi-mechanical modification had cost 1,500 Origin Points and possessed many abilities similar to a "Terminator," especially the added super-kinetic meridians, which likewise allowed him to circulate True Qi.

When a robot knows martial arts, no one can stop it!

"Die!" The sword in Situ Dong's palm swung again, the sword light like a tide, every move filled with killing intent. This time, they were all offensive moves; not a single one was used for defense.

In reality, this steel shell of his was not without flaws; many parts inside his body were extremely precise and fragile. If True Qi were to penetrate into his body, it would very likely cause damage. If not for this, he would not have blocked Liusheng Piaoxu's Martial Warrior sword earlier. Even the energy from that "Snow Drifting in the Human World" had made some parts inside his body sluggish, only it couldn't be seen from the outside.

Now that Liusheng Piaoxu had lost her composure, Situ Dong naturally would not let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by.

Clang, clang, clang! The powerful and heavy sword moves forced Liusheng Piaoxu to retreat repeatedly. This was not only because she had lost her composure, but also because of the consumption of her stamina and True Qi.

When he had forced Liusheng Piaoxu to a certain distance, the gun barrel sprayed fire again, and the dense bullets whipped toward Liusheng Piaoxu like lashes from a fire god.

Situ Dong revealed a ferocious grin; he feared nothing, whether in close combat or long-range, and he had no such thing as stamina consumption. Aside from the energy of experts on the Martial Dao side being able to penetrate his body, he was almost fearless.

Liusheng Piaoxu's figure swayed, dodging the bullets one by one, and she hid behind a large Shitou. She panted slightly; her stamina, spirit, and True Qi were all exhausted. Moreover, the opponent's long-barreled weapon was too powerful, and she had to be on full alert—taking even a single bullet could cost her half her life. The current situation was, if not hanging by a thread, then not far from it.

Listening to Situ Dong's increasingly close footsteps, Liusheng Piaoxu's eyes turned sharp, and she planned to approach her opponent once more to unleash her strongest move to date, the "God-Slaying Blade Slash." But her True Qi and stamina were already greatly depleted; if this strike failed to achieve its goal, she wouldn't even have the strength left to run.

The gunfire and footsteps suddenly stopped.

Liusheng Piaoxu was curious and carefully poked out half her head.

She saw an extremely familiar figure standing in front of Situ Dong.

Situ Dong seemed very surprised by this First Heavenly Venerable who had suddenly appeared, but he immediately revealed a cold sneer and raised his gun barrel. Yet before the barrel could spray bullets, a blur passed before his eyes, and the firearm was somehow in the other person's hand, while the person showed a look of interest on their face, curiously playing with it.

Situ Dong was about to swing his long sword to strike, but just as he raised the sword, he found that he could not move at all—he couldn't even move a single finger. This was a world of the Martial Dao side; perhaps acupoint-striking from a distance could explain it, but he was a cyborg, a modified human.

Immediately after, Situ Dong saw the First Heavenly Venerable tap him between the eyebrows, and then his vision blurred, and he lost consciousness.

Yu Liancheng turned his head and said to Liusheng Piaoxu with a smile, "I shouldn't be too late, should I?"