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Chapter 97 The Ultimate in Martial Arts! [Please Subscribe]

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The dust and sand, carrying the smoke of gunpowder, silently swept across the sky, passing over the ruins of the Taotie warships, prisoners, and soldiers below.
Some dim sunlight pierced through the smoke that shrouded Tianhe City, brightening the gloomy world a little at that moment.

Sitting atop a pile of ruins, Wu Ji silently stared at the hilt of his sword, the light within the blue visor of his mecha helmet flickering slightly.
Sometimes, death isn't scary at all. Really.

The greatest blasphemy against death is to die in a meaningless way.

"Ahem. Do you want to know the highest level of martial arts?" In a daze, Wu Ji seemed to hear a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

Wu Ji's thoughts seemed to travel through time and space with that voice, appearing in a rugged black iron hall.

Even after 1,647 years, Wu Ji still clearly remembered that afternoon when he completed his graduation ceremony—plunging his nicked longsword into the chest of his master, whom he had raised with his own hands. From that moment on, he would have no more worries and would be the purest warrior in the universe.

To dedicate one's life to practicing one's martial arts will.

The Taotie race was born and continued from the long period of barbaric wars. Before the supreme god of the Styx descended upon their home planet and granted them order, civilization, and the right to look out at the stars, many martial arts styles of bloody barbaric combat were passed down on the Taotie home planet. Even after the Taotie home planet entered the command of the god of death Karl and began to develop rapidly, these martial arts combat styles were not completely eliminated.
However, with the development of technology and the advent of spaceships and cannons, the martial arts combat style of the Taotie gradually declined and fell into obscurity.
The fighting style to which Wuji belongs is named "Wuji," signifying the pinnacle of martial arts. Their unique tradition is that only one disciple is born in each generation, and the graduation condition for each generation of "Wuji" is to, while fully armored, kill their master—who shares the same conditions but is physically elderly—alone with only a sword.
"A warrior's destiny should be to die in battle, not to rot away in a state of utter decay." This was what Wu Ji's master told him, making Wu Ji understand that dying at the hands of his own prized student was an unparalleled honor.
"The highest realm of martial arts... cough cough." The afternoon sun wasn't bright; in fact, it was rather cold, a coldness that left one feeling empty inside. His full armor shattered, and his body wounded, Wu Ji knelt in his master's pool of blood, silently gripping his dulled longsword.
"Yes"

Buzz.
On the ruins, Wu Ji silently raised his hand and grasped the God-Slaying Longsword that the man with the always gentle demeanor had handed him with his only remaining right hand. He glanced down at the God-Slaying Longsword, which still had some minor nicks and bloodstains. Wu Ji recognized the sword's previous owner; even standard Flame-level God-Slaying Longswords like the Wind and Thunder Swords all looked the same.

The man, whose demeanor remained gentle, silently took a few steps back. Behind him, Liu Chuang, Ge Xiaolun, and the others stepped forward, their gazes fixed on Wu Ji, who was sitting high on the ruins.

Buzz.
A dazzling ray of light pierced through the clouds and landed behind Wu Ji. Wu Ji looked at the Super Soldier Squad and others around him who were showing their fighting stances, silently stood up, held the God-Slaying Sword in his left hand and held it horizontally behind his back, picked up the Final Judgment that Ge Xiaolun had dropped with his right hand, stood in the soft glow of the light, and looked at Liu Chuang and the others who were slowly approaching him.

The surrounding Taotie prisoners, Tianhe garrison soldiers, mech warriors, new recruits, and Tianhe survivors all silently watched him, their expressions varied—some longing, some hopeful, some desperate, some disgusted, some grateful, some curious, some silent—it was all very complex, just like the sunlight that afternoon, which was clearly a mixture of many colors, but Wu Ji only saw a sea of ​​blood.

Standing over three meters tall, Wu Ji held Ge Xiaolun's Final Judgment in one hand, assuming a defensive stance with his two-handed sword in the glow of the sunset. He had few opponents: Liu Chuang, Ge Xiaolun, Cheng Yaowen, Rui Mengmeng, and Zhao Xin.
"He clearly doesn't have the authority to use the final judgment, so why did he choose that weapon?" Rose, who had rushed over from afar, frowned slightly as she saw the futuristic greatsword in the hands of the Taotie mecha warrior.

"Uh..." Ge Xiaolun was a little embarrassed; he didn't know how to bring it up.

"The Final Judgment, which doesn't have the necessary permissions to unlock, might not be as useful as their Godslayer Weapon." Lena, standing next to Feng Xi in the crowd, asked curiously.

Swish!
A golden light suddenly fell from the distant sky, and Sun Wukong appeared on top of a Taotie warship, silently watching the battle that was about to break out below. He had a slight look of doubt in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.

In Super Soldier, neither Feng Xileina nor Sun Wukong will join the battle, because their participation would simply result in technological crushing, which would be meaningless.

"Whether a weapon is useful or not depends on different people and their perspectives," Feng Xi said, her eyes flashing as she looked at Wu Ji, who was surrounded by the Super Soldier Squad. Her voice was calm and serene.

"Xiao Lun, isn't that your greatsword? You've lost your weapon, kid?" Liu Chuang asked Ge Xiaolun beside him curiously when he saw the Final Judgment in Wu Ji's hand.

"I can't beat him. If I weren't supposed to be invincible, he would have chopped me into eight pieces." Even standing next to Liu Chuang, Ge Xiaolun's gaze towards Wu Ji still held a hint of fear. The other party had truly slashed him so badly that he had no chance against him.

And most importantly, Ge Xiaolun can't beat him in a fight, and he can't win an argument with him. Double defense penetration, direct true damage, even W Courage can't reduce the damage, okay?

Seeing Ge Xiaolun's cowardly appearance, Liu Chuang shushed him, then held the God-Slaying Battle Axe and looked at Wu Ji with eager eyes: "If you're bad, practice more! You don't know, we just killed a giant mech head-on, let me show you how powerful our Big D is!"

With that, Liu Chuang roared and instantly erupted, transforming into a blur of motion. His God-Slaying Battle Axe flashed with lightning and slashed fiercely at Wu Ji!

"Liu Chuang's attacks are getting fiercer. Most of the opponents probably won't dare to resist." Lena's eyes flashed, and she was about to say something.
boom!
To everyone's surprise, as Liu Chuang transformed into a gust of wind and attacked, Wu Ji instantly took a step forward. With a twist of his wrist, his futuristic greatsword actually pressed against Liu Chuang's God-Slaying Battle Axe. Sparks flew as the greatsword and the axe rubbed against each other. The greatsword, bent at an angle by the axe, remained in a bent position.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Wu Ji, who had stepped forward in a lunge stance, began to slowly twist his body. His wrist supported the futuristic greatsword, which was then pressed down onto his shoulder and back at a suitable speed. The two weapons were constantly rubbing against each other, sparking and electrifying all the way, but it was only for a moment.
(End of this chapter)