"Have you seen it before?" Shi Tiexin asked. "Where did you see it?"
"In the hands of a player I know. That thrust just now was precisely his ultimate trump card. It looked simple, but it was outstanding in truth, with extraordinary effects—a true technique forged through countless trials, impossible for ordinary people to replicate. I have faced him many times. I could never be mistaken."
As Old Six spoke, an assassin suddenly flashed into existence behind him. Moving at a speed far beyond the limits of human reaction, the assassin viciously drove a pair of short blades toward the iron shell.
But Old Six gave a light sway, shifting forms and changing shadows, front and back reversed. With a sweep of his sword, the assassin had already been cut in two at the waist in the blink of an eye.
The assassin robot crashed to the ground. Another robot came charging in, slid low across the floor, and kicked the assassin robot out of the battle zone. Other robots would take over the rescue, using those particle clusters that could casually change shape to save the assassin.
Yet Old Six stared at the assassin's mismatched twin blades, at the sliding robot skidding away in one smooth rush, and at the healer robot rescuing its ally. He spoke rapidly, "This godlike backstab, this ridiculous yet unbelievably useful slide, and this healer that instantly caught the attack, pulled someone away, and saved them—I've seen all of them before!"
Old Six absentmindedly swung his sword to fend off attacks, while his gaze swept in every direction. Every movement and technique of every robot was clear as day. His face was full of astonishment. "I've seen every single one of these people!"
"They're clearly high-level players from the esports circle!"
Shi Tiexin's eyes