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As we crossed a hill, we could faintly hear gunfire. Looking down, we saw that it was Drunken Bay—the Eagle Army's trenches were spitting fire, and the Japanese soldiers were crouching and charging forward. The two sides were fighting fiercely, and the corpses were piled up like small mountains in front of the position.

He intended to go around from the sky, but his gaze was drawn to the small hill behind the Japanese army—a row of artillery vehicles were neatly lined up on the hilltop, all with their muzzles pointed at the Eagle Army's positions, the dark cannon barrels gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Good heavens..." Cheng Yi gasped, roughly counting that there were at least a hundred cannons.

The thirty or forty howitzers were the most eye-catching, with barrels so thick they could fit an adult inside; next to them were about thirty cannons with long barrels, clearly indicating an amazing range; the rest, though unnamed, all had impressive calibers.

Looking at the densely packed artillery array, Cheng Yi suddenly had a flash of insight—

No wonder the army's contribution rate isn't rising! He's so busy blowing up armories and killing officers that he's forgotten about the army's lifeline—artillery!

These iron contraptions are the main force that can break through defenses. With a single shell, even the strongest fortifications will collapse, and even the toughest bones will crumble.

The warehouses we bombed before were just the tip of the iceberg; the real killer is right here!

"I've searched high and low without finding it..." Cheng Yi grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "If I take you all down, my contribution points should increase by at least 10%, right?"

He quickly descended, hid in the clouds, took out a rocket launcher, aimed at the few howitzers in the center, and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" The rockets, trailing plumes of flame, roared out, tracing arcs in the air before striking the center of the artillery position with pinpoint accuracy.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The series of explosions instantly overturned the hilltop, the howitzer barrels were blown into the air, the gun wheels and ammunition boxes were shattered into dust, and flames and thick smoke shot into the sky, even pausing the gunfire on the Eagle Army's position.

Just as Cheng Yi was about to go for a few more rounds, a chilling sensation suddenly ran down the back of his head, as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake.

Without a second thought, his innate indestructible protective aura instantly shielded his body, and a pale golden light barrier unfolded with a "hum".

"clang!"

A sharp crack made people's eardrums hurt. Cheng felt a violent jolt in his chest, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He fell like a kite with a broken string, crashing straight towards the exploding artillery position.

"Who?!" Cheng Yi shouted angrily, forcibly twisting his body and using the momentum of falling to see the attacker clearly—it was a guy wearing silver armor, the armor glowing with a holy white light, with something like wings stuck on his back, who was charging towards him with his fist raised.

The moment the protective aura repelled the opponent, Cheng Yi tapped the air with his toes, abruptly stopping his fall, and then unleashed five bolts of warding-off divine lightning.

The purple-gold lightning crackled and shone on the other person's young face, revealing a youthful air in his eyes and brows.

But the boy was incredibly reckless, neither dodging nor avoiding the lightning, and charged straight at it.

A crackling sound of electricity exploded on the armor, but he only let out a muffled groan, and not a single scratch was left on the surface of the armor.

"Pegasus Meteor Fist!"

The boy shouted, and his fist instantly transformed into a sky full of fist shadows, densely covering Cheng Yi, causing the air to whistle.

"Holy crap, Seiya?!" Cheng Yi's scalp tingled. No wonder that white armor looked familiar!

He immediately activated his maximum speed, his figure flashing and dodging amidst the shadows of fists, but the opponent's fists were ridiculously fast, and a gust of wind from the punch still grazed his shoulder.

"Oh!"

Cheng Yi felt as if he had been grazed by a speeding truck, and was sent flying more than ten meters through the air, his shoulder instantly going numb on one side.

He rubbed his shoulder, grimaced, and cursed, "The speed is alright, but the power... it's far from enough!"

Damn it, do you really think you're the only one who knows how to use fists?

Cheng Yi's eyes flashed with fierce light, his inner strength surged like a river, and he raised his hand to unleash the killing move of the Hundred Steps Divine Fist and Shadowless Palm - "Five Thunderbolts Raging Through the Heavens"!

The invisible palm force transformed into a surging wave of air, slamming into Seiya's chest from over twenty meters away.

The boy grunted, spitting out a jet of blood, and flew backward like a kite with a broken string. Several fine cracks instantly appeared on his silver armor.

"Again!" Cheng Yi pressed his advantage, unleashing a series of palm strikes.

Seiya barely managed to raise his hand to block, but with the second blow, his shoulder armor shattered with a "crack".

Just as the third blow landed, the entire suit of armor suddenly exploded. Amidst the flying fragments, the boy's body was sent flying like a rag doll, half of his body collapsing as he crashed heavily into the burning wreckage of the cannons, falling silent.

System notification: "Punisher, you have killed Kamikawa Tua, a player of the Saint Seiya game from Deep Blue Star. You have gained 100 points of system energy and 1000 hours of life. You have also gained Kamikawa Tua's passive talent skill: Meteor Sky Punch."

Meteor Sky Punch: From the online game "Saint Seiya", it is a basic passive move that greatly increases the speed of punches and kicks.

Cheng Yi hovered in mid-air, watching the rapidly expanding pool of blood, and shook his numb hand: "An extraterrestrial visitor? Nothing special."

Seiya's body was still smoking in the wreckage of the cannons, while a golden streak of light swept up from the ridgeline, moving so fast it almost tore the air apart.

Cheng Yi's pupils contracted slightly. Just as he focused his attention and became vigilant, the streak of light rushed in front of him—it was a warrior wearing golden armor. The star patterns on the armor swirled in the sunlight, bearing a striking resemblance to Mr. Mu's armor in his memory. However, he did not hold a scepter; instead, he gripped a samurai sword, the blade gleaming with a cold light that could reflect a person's image.

"You're courting death!" the Gold Saint roared, and before he finished speaking, he had already turned into a blur.

His speed was even faster than Seiya's; the blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, slashing towards Cheng Yi's throat at an angle so tricky that there was no way to avoid it.

Instead of retreating, Cheng Yi advanced, and the Eight Treasures Arhat Golden Body suddenly activated, its body radiating a faint golden halo.

"Clang!" The samurai sword struck the halo, producing a crisp, metallic clang, sparks flying everywhere. Cheng Yi remained completely still, even glancing down at the spot where he had been struck; his robes were unharmed.

A hint of surprise flashed in the Saint Seiya's eyes. He quickly twisted his wrist, and the sword light instantly changed from a vertical slash to a horizontal slash. The blade grazed Cheng Yi's waist, leaving a trail of golden light.

"This kind of defense again?" He gritted his teeth and growled, his attacks becoming increasingly fierce—sometimes he slashed densely like a storm, the shadows of his blade weaving a curtain of light that enveloped Cheng Zhou; sometimes he would suddenly unleash a cold move, the tip of his blade darting towards vital points such as the eyes, throat, and heart, clearly knowing the weaknesses of the human body like the back of his hand.

Cheng Yi stood in the center of the flashing blades, neither dodging nor avoiding them.

The innate, indestructible qi circulates on the surface of the body like a breathing membrane. With each collision of the blades, the qi ripples, silently absorbing most of the force on the blades.

Even more strangely, whenever the blade comes into contact with the aura, the Saint's arm trembles slightly, and traces of blood seep out from under the wrist guard of the Saint Cloth at the base of his hand.

"How is this possible..." The Saint Seiya grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. His sword contained the power of his cosmos, capable of easily cleaving through ordinary steel plates, yet the man before him possessed a defense as deep as an abyss. Not only was he unharmed, but the man's own hand was also numb from the recoil. At first, it was just a stinging pain, but now it was excruciating, as if his bones were shattering.

He jerked back with his sword, and when he opened his palm, he saw that his tiger's mouth was already split open, and blood was flowing down the hilt of the sword, dripping onto his holy armor and staining the golden patterns red.

Looking at his disheveled appearance, Cheng Yi's lips curled into a cold smile: "Is that all you've got?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly moved.

The innate indestructible qi surged within his body, and the sword energy he had absorbed earlier gathered in his dantian, transforming into a visible ball of qi. As he raised his hand, the ball of qi suddenly expanded, condensing into a giant qi blade over ten feet long. The blade shimmered with a pale golden light, and the surrounding air was cut with a sharp whistling sound.

"A series of bursts of internal energy!"

Cheng Yi let out a low shout, and the blade of qi, carrying the power to tear apart heaven and earth, slashed horizontally towards the Saint Seiya.

The Saint's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively raised his sword to block. But the moment the katana made contact with the blade of qi, it snapped in two with a "crack," like rotten wood meeting a steel axe.

He tried to dodge, but found that his body was locked in place by the qi and he could not move.

The giant blade swept across his torso without any obstruction, his golden armor shattered like paper, and he was instantly cleaved in two.

But that wasn't the end of it. After the blade of qi struck, it didn't dissipate. Instead, it transformed into countless tiny wisps of qi that gnawed into his body like maggots clinging to bones.

With a deafening roar, the Saint Seiya's two halves of his body suddenly exploded, blood, flesh, bone fragments, and pieces of his Saint Cloth flying everywhere, turning into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air without leaving a trace.

Cheng Yi dispersed the blade of qi, glanced at the remaining golden energy in his palm, and snorted coldly: "Golden Saint Cloth? Nothing special."

System notification: "Punisher, you have killed Kamikawa Rai, a player of the Saint Seiya game from Deep Blue Star. You have gained 100 points of system energy, 1000 hours of life time, and the passive talent item of player Kamikawa Rai: Holy Sword."

Holy Sword: A special item from the online game "Saint Seiya". Although it is called a sword, its appearance is that of a knife, and its title is the cutting demon that can cut through everything.

Talent: Devour. Devours all swords and blades recognized by the system, increasing their sharpness, cutting value, and penetration.

Wow, that's amazing! I'll keep it.

Before the blood mist had even dissipated, three figures appeared like ghosts around Cheng Yi, forming a triangle around him.

The woman on the west side was the most eye-catching—her tight figure was wrapped in a gray-black Western cowboy leather jacket, and the metal rivets on her leather boots glittered in the firelight.

She held a gun in each hand; the short-barreled revolver in her left hand had a matte finish, while the rifle in her right hand had a long barrel. On her back were two more large weapons: a Gatling gun with a barrel that looked like a multi-legged centipede, and a shotgun with a polished wooden stock.

She walked with her feet in a V-shape, constantly shifting her weight between her feet, her eyes alert like a mother leopard poised for battle—a typical Western gunslinger.

On the east side was a man dressed as a demon warrior, his black robe embroidered with dark gold runes, his face covered by half a demon mask, revealing only a pair of eyes that shone with cold light.

The katana "Raikiri" in his hand was pointed diagonally at the ground, with faint electric light flowing across its blade. With each breath, the tassel on the blade would tremble slightly with his movements, clearly indicating that he was skilled with a fast sword.

The man on the south side suddenly shouted, and his casual clothes burst open with a "bang," revealing a scarlet karate uniform underneath, with a black belt around his waist.

He clenched his fists, his muscles bulging, and assumed a standard fighting stance, looking just like Ken from Street Fighter.

Cheng Yi glanced at his signature red attire and arrogant gaze, and already understood seven or eight parts of the situation.

"Attack together!" The woman took the initiative. Before she finished speaking, her left hand had already pulled the trigger of the revolver. With two "bangs," the bullets shot towards Cheng Yi's forehead with a sharp whistling sound.

Her movements were incredibly fast; as she fired, she slid to the side, and her right-hand rifle roared, the shotgun shells swirling like a net over Cheng Yi's lower body.

Cheng Yi did not move his feet, and the Eight Treasures Arhat Golden Body re-activated, the pale golden halo blocking all the bullets.

With a series of crisp clanging sounds, the revolver bullets were deflected, and the lead pellets of the shotgun shattered into powder upon impact with the halo of light.

Before he could retaliate, the Oni warrior on the east side moved—the Raikiri sword flashed with lightning, almost sparking from the air, and the blade, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, stabbed straight at his ribs, its angle cleverly avoiding his frontal defense.

"Clang!" The blade struck the innate, indestructible qi, sparking a burst of electricity.

The Oni Warrior twisted his wrist rapidly, and the Raikiri slashed continuously under his ribs, making a constant hissing sound. Each slash contained the power of lightning, attempting to tear apart the protective aura.

Just then, Ken's voice boomed: "Hadouken!"

The orange-red gas cannon came whistling through the air. Cheng Yi turned his head to dodge it, and the gas cannon grazed his shoulder and exploded on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Before the dust settled, Ken had already rushed forward under cover, his right leg suddenly raised: "Whirlwind Kick!"

His body spun rapidly in the air, his legs flying like knives, kicking repeatedly at Cheng Yi's face, chest, and abdomen.

Cheng raised his hand to block, and each collision made his arm go numb—Ken's powerful attacks, though unable to break through his defenses, were relentless, forcing him to parry.

What's even more troublesome is the female gunman. Seeing that the firearms were ineffective, she simply grabbed the Gatling gun on her back and started firing wildly while holding the gun.

The rapid gunfire was like a torrential downpour, the bullets crackling as they struck the qi. Although they couldn't hurt Cheng Yi, they completely blocked his escape route.

Taking advantage of the moment he was suppressed, she quickly switched to a shotgun and fired a shot at close range. The lead bullet exploded on the qi, causing Cheng Yi's qi and blood to stagnate slightly.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the Onimusha unleashed a blinding burst of lightning from his Raikiri: "Raikiri: Isshin!"

The blade flashed into a straight line, almost exceeding the limits of the naked eye, and slashed fiercely at Cheng Yi's chest.

The energy surged violently, and Cheng Yi groaned, feeling a sharp pain in his chest—the power of this strike was even stronger than Seiya's Pegasus Meteor Fist!

"L Dragon Fist!"

Ken seized the opening, his right fist, imbued with orange-red fighting spirit, soaring into the sky, its tip aimed directly at Cheng Yi's chin. Cheng Yi was forced to lean back, narrowly avoiding the attack, the force of the punch grazing his nose and whipping his beard and hair backward.

The four were instantly thrown into a melee—the female gunslinger used her four guns in alternation, combining long and short guns, covering both close and long range, with every shot hitting the vital points, and her movements were incredibly nimble, like a gray lightning bolt moving across the battlefield.

The Onimusha's Raikiri is as fast as lightning, and its sword moves are ruthless. It always launches a surprise attack the moment Cheng Yi is restrained, and the power of lightning constantly erodes his Qi.

Ken was like a fierce tiger, using Hadouken for long-range harassment and Rising Dragon Fist and Whirlwind Kick for close-range attacks, his powerful energy forcing Cheng Yi to retreat repeatedly.