Matrix Survival: One random treasure chest per day

Chapter 799 Pioneering the Unconscious Combat Style

"Protect Miriel. If anything happens to her, I will hold you responsible!"

Li Zheng finished speaking, picked up the Black Dragon Spear, and channeled his mental energy to its limit, setting up an isolation barrier around the three of them to ensure that Miriel and the others would not be affected by the environment during the battle.

"Your subordinate will fight to the death to protect the mistress, but if anything goes wrong, Your Majesty shall decide your fate!" Mudala respectfully stood in front of Miriel.

Li Zheng nodded. The twisted creatures had already surrounded them, and were no more than a hundred meters away.

A dense array of eyes looked in from all directions, their gazes filled with malice.

"Roar!"

A twisted creature opened its huge mouth and roared, a long tongue protruding from its blood-red maw, the surface of which and the inside of its mouth were covered with tiny eyeballs.

"What are you calling your mother for?" Li Zheng sneered, the Black Dragon Spear vibrated in his hand, and eight more of his figures appeared nearby.

Then Li Zheng switched back and forth between the nine figures at top speed, so fast that it created the illusion that all nine of him were moving at the same time.

He integrated the footwork he had just mastered into his mirror ability, and his movement speed increased, eventually leading him to charge towards the twisted creatures.

Once they got close, the Black Dragon Spear was fully unleashed, launching an attack with every step.

Whether it's footwork or marksmanship, Li Zheng adheres to this initial philosophy—doing whatever he wants.

Each attack had no specific target; it was just a matter of hitting whatever was available.

The Black Dragon Spear was crafted by the chief disciple of the master blacksmith. It not only used rare materials, but the golden dragon pattern on its surface is also a testament to superb forging craftsmanship.

With the Black Dragon Spear's sharpness, breaking through the defenses of these near-purple-level twisted creatures would be a piece of cake.

Puff puff!
The nine Li Zheng were almost a circle of afterimages around them. The sounds of all the attacks hitting the twisted creatures blended together. A large number of tiny eyes were pierced by the Black Dragon Spear, and streams of foul blood spurted out from their eye sockets.

Li Zheng's mind was clear; he didn't think about anything and left everything to his body to do as it pleased.

At this moment, all the combat skills and gene abilities he had learned since the day he awoke in the Matrix had become second nature to him, and he could use them with ease.

As the Black Dragon Spear thrust out, boundless cold air enveloped it, and the ice crystals in the air were instantly transformed into tiny, transparent ice needles by the shaping ability.

Countless, invisible ice needles struck the eyes of the twisted creatures with his attacks. Each ice needle shattered an eyeball, and often, in a single exchange, all the densely packed eyeballs on a twisted creature would be broken. All the wounds resembled a hot water bottle punctured with needles, with foul blood gushing out from the wounds.

In the blink of an eye, the scene shifted to another mirror image. The chill vanished completely, as if it had never existed, replaced by bright yellow flames.

High-temperature flames coiled around the surface of the Black Dragon Spear, scorching and flickering.

A single shot struck the twisted creature, and flames, like maggots clinging to its bones, spread up its flesh.

The twisted creature's flesh seemed to conceal oil canisters, and the fire burned ever brighter, yet it seemed to feel no pain at all, writhing its limbs as it attacked Li Zheng.

However, they were destined to miss their target, as Li Zheng turned to the next mirror image, where the flames on the Black Dragon Spear were replaced by cold air.

The flames remaining on the surface of the twisted creature, however, remained unaffected, sizzling and burning.

An extremely strong, acrid smell wafted around the area, making people want to vomit.

Sudden.

"Snapped!"

Li Zheng snapped his fingers, and the twisted creature that had burned into a fireball exploded with a loud bang. Flames mixed with foul-smelling flesh and blood erupted like a torrent, scattering in all directions.

The burning flesh and blood fell onto the other twisted creatures, quickly igniting them as well.

Immediately afterwards, there was another "crack!", and these twisted creatures were also blown apart, their bodies shattered into pieces from the blast.

Some of the twisted creatures from the explosion were still alive, stubbornly crawling towards Li Zheng. In comparison, Li Zheng's ice-type abilities were more comprehensive, while his fire-type abilities consisted of only Fire Attachment and Fire Blast.

However, its destructive power and the horror of the scene it created were even greater than those of the ice element.

Li Zheng was oblivious to everything he had done, and all his actions were driven by instinct. With the idea of ​​being faster, more accurate, and stronger, he brought out the best in all his combat abilities.

Even if he consciously manipulated it, he couldn't achieve that level of skill.

A few drops of filthy blood fell on his body, corroding the black dragon armor until it was mottled and unusable.

This armor, meticulously crafted by Li Chun and worn by Li Zheng for several months, finally gave way and broke.

The tainted blood melted through the black dragon armor, but was blocked by the combat suit that came from the treasure chest inside.

The combat suit didn't look very sturdy; Li Zheng could have easily cut it open with a few slashes. But it had an extremely strong resistance to this highly corrosive, foul blood!

A wounded twisted creature broke through Li Zheng's defenses. After all, Li Zheng was fighting unconsciously at the moment and could not cover everything. Although he instinctively filled the gaps, the twisted creature still rushed to Mudala and Miriel.

"Mistress, be careful!"

Mudala took the initiative to fight, her hands forming claws as she tore the twisted creature apart, the filthy blood falling on her body and being blocked by her skin, wisps of blue smoke rising from it.

The already grayish-white skin suddenly became even whiter, as if it had been soaked in bleach for many years, and it also subtly revealed a sense of fragility, with wrinkles appearing on the surface, as if it could be torn apart with a strong force.

It did manage to block the corrosive effects of the filthy blood, but her few pieces of clothing couldn't withstand it and were riddled with holes from the corrosion, exposing more and more of her exaggerated figure.

These twisted creatures are extremely resilient; even when most of their bodies are destroyed, they can still move.

If their hands are still intact, they grab the fallen flesh and blood nearby and stuff it into their mouths, swallowing it frantically.

Some of the twisted creatures were blown in half by Li Zheng, their internal organs dragging on the ground. The flesh and blood they swallowed fell out along with their internal organs without them even realizing it.

The one Mudala was fighting was missing half its body. Li Zheng had pierced all its eyes with his icy needles, and it seemed that those eyes were the very thing that kept it alive.

After all the eyes on half of his body were gouged out, that part of his body was out of his control.

Mudala keenly noticed this and instantly changed his fighting style, from wide-ranging, bloody attacks to more precise maneuvers, specifically targeting those tiny eyes.

Seeing that she couldn't break through after a long attack and that her clothes were almost completely corroded, Miriel took out the long whip he carried and flicked it, unleashing a flurry of whip shadows.

Mudala shouted, "Attack their eyes! That's their fatal weakness!"

Miriel immediately understood, and with a flick of his wrist, the whip's shadows shifted, using the tip of the whip to stab and poke.

As Mudala fought, he felt a chill run down his spine: "If one twisted creature is this difficult to deal with, how can the Lord hold off nearly a thousand of them all by himself?"

She was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Since our lord is so strong, why was he beaten so badly by three fire apes not long ago?

Is he hiding his true abilities?

Why does the Lord hide his talents?

Mudala could only think of one possibility: that his lord was still wary of her.

Otherwise, it's impossible that he could have mastered a new move in just a few hours, right?
Don't get distracted.

Miriel's sharp shout brought Mudala back to reality.

Just then, a magnificent light suddenly shone all around.

Immediately following was a deafening explosion!
(End of this chapter)