Shitang Longsi, who had turned into a puddle of soft mud to escape, quickly shifted his position. From behind, Pei Yan’s chanical clone stabbed him with a knife—this wasn’t enough to strike fear in him. What truly shook and terrified him was the long knife in his hand.
Although this long knife wasn’t as harmonious and in sync as the ancestral knife he previously used, it was still forged by experts found by his master from other dinsions using secret techniques based on the shape of his previous knife. Plus, with his own protection, how could it be shattered by the enemy?
From the last battle, he was well aware of Pei Yan’s abilities. In these past two months, he had undergone specialized training for this. The key strategy was to drive twenty-four inner power balls, embedded and sourced from four other dinsions, behind him. These inner power balls were usually useless, but upon encountering Pei Yan, he would activate his own source to rge and change the protective source on his body.
These changes were far more complex than the previously single protective source of his original body. With this protective cover, Shitang Longsi believed Pei Yan would not be able to quickly analyze his data during this battle. And in that ti, he would successfully complete his revenge and take his opponent’s life.
Yet the shattered knife in his hand severely shook his confidence. Although the previous battle seed lengthy, it was only an illusion; their total ti fighting was less than ten minutes, far shorter than the last battle. Moreover, during this ten-minute period, he faced nearly insane high-intensity fast attacks. Could he dismantle my moves while analyzing my data?
No, absolutely not! He must have focused on analyzing my source changes during this tifra, forcibly shattering my knife to inflict huge psychological pressure—he hasn’t actually completed a full analysis of my data.
This thought flashed through Shitang Longsi’s mind, and his panicked heart imdiately steadied. He gently touched his storage ring, and a long knife fell into his hand. After instantly changing the combination form of his source and inner power balls, his figure flickered and dashed forward once more.
Bang! The sound of a knife shattering was heard again. At this mont, Shitang Longsi’s eyes were red as he changed his combination form again and summoned another long knife, cutting horizontally and shattering vertically!
With his defiant spirit and bulging muscles, Shitang Longsi’s fierce deanor made him look like a beast driven into a corner. One long knife after another was summoned, wielded with almost chaotic slashes at Pei Yan. But the result was always the sa—shattered. When the last knife swung was pinched casually and crushed by Pei Yan with two fingers, Shitang Longsi’s body and spirit completely collapsed.
The intense battle greatly drained his spiritual power, compounded by the aftereffects of drugs forcibly enhancing his strength. Without ntal support, he could no longer maintain his current state and stumbled, collapsing onto the ground.
"Why! Why is this happening! Let die a swift death," Shitang Longsi glanced at the knife pressed against his throat, looked up at Pei Yan holding the blade, and weakly said.
"There’s no why; I saw through all your moves and simply completed the analysis."
Upon seeing Pei Yan remove his face mask, his calm and undisturbed expression enraged Shitang Longsi. "This is impossible! Do you know how many years I’ve practiced my sword skills? Twenty years—twenty whole years! I started practicing at five years old. How can you be stronger than and analyze my information effortlessly under my quick attacks? Previously, you couldn’t do this at all!"
Faced with Shitang Longsi’s hysterical questioning, Pei Yan sighed with a slightly flushed face. If relying solely on personal ability without supernatural powers, even three of him couldn’t match Shitang Longsi. Devoting a lifeti to one thing, achieving great accomplishnts is indeed worthy of respect.
He despised and hated Shitang Longsi but couldn’t help respecting his opponent’s strength. He loathed this feeling but had to accept it because it’s a fact.
"Wear the confinent rings, and I’ll tell you the truth!" Pei Yan said coldly. After speaking, six confinent rings flew out from his storage ring, hovering in the air, ready to enclose his opponent’s body.
Originally resigned, as the bronze rings were about to fit onto his arms, Shitang Longsi suddenly raised his head. Over ten silver needles shot out from his mouth, aiming for Pei Yan’s face where the mask had been removed.
Simultaneously, a thud echoed. Shitang Longsi’s entire head was blown to mush by the chanical clone monitoring nearby. And the collapsed corpse quickly transford into soft mud, surging into the distance.
A series of crisp clangs rang out as the silver needles were entirely blocked by a blue protective shield. Although Pei Yan had removed the face mask protection, the hidden shield in the dark was constantly activated.
This kind of enemy’s final counterattack is neither the first nor the last ti Pei Yan has encountered it. Only after the battle ends would he let down his guard.
"Poof!" The freshly ford Shitang Longsi spat out a mouthful of old blood. Before he could use the Temporary Teleportation Array, Pei Yan caught up from behind and punched him in the back. The resonance frequency directly injured his internal organs, combined with his previous unhealed injuries, making him feel as if his entire body was falling apart.
No stopping! Using the Substitution Technique once more, he transford into mud and camouflaged, heading into the distance. Monts later, a piercing scream echoed—the hidden Shitang Longsi’s left leg was pierced by a spear, and he fell to the ground, wailing.
This ti, he had no strength left to escape. One confinent ring after another was placed on his left arm and legs. As the confinent rings tightened, his internal source was firmly restrained. Due to the loss of his right hand, Pei Yan had to connect his left arm’s confinent ring to his legs.
This connection thod left Shitang Longsi curled like a large shrimp, hunched over. The humiliation and agony from his body movents made him spit out more blood.
The main culprit was captured, and the summoned earth samurai vanished like smoke. Pei Yan ordered two chanical clones to lift Shitang Longsi and instructed two other chanical clones to point the electromagnetic cannon at Shitang Longsi’s head.
After completing all this, Pei Yan squatted down, grabbed Shitang Longsi’s hair, their faces closely aligned, staring into each other’s hateful eyes. Pointing at the chanical humanoids beside him, Pei Yan said, "Do you see them? Don’t think they’re just rigid machines; they have the ability to think. I’ve commanded them that if you make any slight move—" Pausing here, Pei Yan slapped Shitang Longsi’s face, gritting his teeth, "Listen carefully, any little move, even frequently twitching your fingers, they will blast your head through. Got it? I think you’re smart and value your life; better not do anything foolish."
After saying this, Pei Yan ignored the restrained Shitang Longsi and turned to walk toward the factory. Yet he heard a loud shout from behind, "Stop! You haven’t told how you managed it!"
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