Mountain of Knives Grass Sliding! The First Clash Between Muscle Men and Tech Geeks!
The instant the starting signal was given, the plains before the Ghost Gate Pass were torn back to their Chaos state by the raging desires of millions of participants.
The most eye-catching sight was undoubtedly the "bulldozer squad" made up of muscular bulges at Zhurong Gym.
The one leading the group was Xing Tian.
He didn't use a mount at all; his two thick thighs, so strong that even Dragon Clan would be ashamed of their own, caused the Nine Netherworld to groan in agony with every stomp of his legs.
He was shirtless, and on his bronze chest, two points were painted with vermilion to form two blood-red angry eyes, while his navel was drawn as a roaring abyss maw.
As his muscles trembled violently as he ran, his "eyes" blinked frantically, and his navel "mouth" opened and closed, as if silently mocking him.
"For the glory of muscles--!!"
Xing Tian brandished his giant axe, letting out a battle roar that shook the Divine Soul.
Behind him, hundreds of strong men from the Witch Clan rode "Hellfire Harley" that spewed flames, the roar of their engines blending together to create a sound comparable to the sound of ten thousand drums beating on an ancient battlefield.
They have no track in their eyes, only the finish line.
A straight line is the shortest distance.
Those contestants who stood in their way, whether minor demons or Ghost King, all met the same fate—being crushed into a mark on the ground by the Stone Mill Wheels burning with ghostly flames, along with their magical artifacts.
"Hahaha! A bunch of weaklings! They're not even worthy of being a speed bump for Laozi!"
Xing Tian laughed wildly, completely intoxicated by the thrill of pure power crushing everything.
However, a piercing energy hum rang out from their flank.
The "tech geek squad" from the Luban Academy calmly and methodically started up their mechanical creations.
The leading Genius Mechanist sat comfortably in the cockpit of a "Walking Mech" that resembled a giant metal mantis.
He adjusted the goggles made from a single piece of crystal on the bridge of his nose, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth—a natural disdain that comes from a technician for "barbarism."
"Brute force is the most inefficient and foolish language in the world."
He lightly tapped the light screen with his fingertip.
"Activate the 'Great Vajra Dragon Version' sonic repulsion matrix!"
In an instant, hundreds of strangely shaped Mechanical Creation, from beneath their cold metal shells, simultaneously extended rows of enormous golden horns.
The next moment, a scripture that had been so drastically altered that it could make zombies dance wildly exploded with a terrifying volume that could tear apart Divine Soul!
"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon! World-Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna Buddhas! Prajna Paramita--!"
That frenzied rhythm, imbued with the domineering power of the Buddhist Lion's Roar Kung Fu, transformed into a tangible sonic storm.
Xing Tian, who was charging at the forefront, felt as if the Great God Pangu had personally swung a hammer into his head.
The scene before my eyes began to spin and distort wildly, my steps faltered, and I almost fell headfirst into the ground.
The burly Witch Clan men behind him, riding Harleys, suffered an even more devastating blow.
Their ears, accustomed to the clang of swords and the roar of war drums, had never been subjected to such "Buddhist Electronic Music."
They were all dizzy and their stomachs were churning.
The steering wheel slipped from their hands, and several Hellfire Harley went out of control on the spot, crashing together with a loud bang, throwing riders and scattering parts everywhere.
"Despicable! Shameless!" Xing Tian roared angrily, shaking his heavy head.
"All's fair in war, and muscle-bound brutes." The Mechanist's voice came through the amplified magic device, filled with a sense of intellectual superiority.
Taking advantage of the chaos in the Witch Clan's ranks, the tech geeks piloted their Mechanical Creation, moving with elegant and precise steps, easily overtaking them and leaving them far behind.
Within the Order Divine Court.
Lin Shen Can forgot to crack the melon seeds in his mouth; his little mouth was so open it could fit an egg.
"Third Master! Third Master! They're fighting! And they even played the song I gave you!"
The Tongtian Jiaozhu watched with great excitement, slapping his thigh. "Excellent! Well done! That's what you call tactics! That's what you call surprise!"
The Yuanshi Tianzun Venerable frowned at the chaotic Buddhist Electronic Music, finding it indecent and improper. However, upon seeing the exquisite rune structures and energy circuits on those Mechanical Creation, he couldn't help but nod slightly, thinking that Gongshu Ban had at least not disgraced his Heavenly Crafts Academy.
On the track, the first real chasm has already risen before all the participants.
-- Knife Mountain.
That's not a mountain.
It was a wall of despair built from billions of inverted magical weapons that shimmered with an eerie light!
Each blade was wreathed in a malevolent aura powerful enough to sever the protective divine light of a Golden Immortal.
The mountain was steep, almost vertical, with nowhere to put one's feet.
"Hahaha! This is the place where I truly Laozi supreme!"
Xing Tian looked at the mountain of knives before him, but instead of being surprised, he was delighted. His head, which had been dazed by the sonic attack, was instantly ignited by the challenge before him.
He slammed his giant axe into the ground and struck his hands together, producing a loud, metallic clang.
"Men! Show them what real 'climbing' is all about!"
Before he finished speaking, without hesitation, he grabbed the two inverted immortal swords with his hands, which were as hard as divine iron!
"Sizzle--!"
A sickeningly loud scraping sound erupted.
The sharp edge of the immortal sword drew two dazzling sparks in his palm, but it couldn't even scratch his oily skin.
With a roar, Xing Tian's arm muscles bulged like dragons, and he actually pulled the two immortal swords out of the mountain!
Then, using these two immortal swords as a new fulcrum, he climbed upwards once again!
The strong men of the Witch Clan behind him followed suit.
Some of them bit the blade with their teeth, some smashed a path with their hard skulls, and some simply used their chests to meet the sharp edges head-on.
Their climbing methods were savage, bloody, and full of primal, Aesthetics of Violence.
Every movement proclaims to the Three Realms—before the absolute physical body, all sharpness is a joke!
"Hmph, a bunch of immature apes."
Inside the cockpit of the "Mantis," the Mechanist looked at the primitive climbing method of the Witch Clan and once again revealed a disdainful expression.
He tapped his fingertip lightly again.
"Switch to 'Gecko Wall-Crawling Mode'!"
At the ends of the four enormous mechanical legs of the "Mantis," countless tiny suction cups covered with mysterious runes instantly sprang out.
The suction cups adhered firmly to the smooth blade surface.
The "Mantis" began to climb steadily up the vertical mountain of knives as if it were flat ground!
The elegance and efficiency of the technological approach contrast sharply and dramatically with the savagery and brutality of the muscular approach.
The Live Broadcast Room exploded.
"I declare that Xing Tian is my one and only father! He's too awesome! This is a real man!"
"Bullshit! The guy upstairs doesn't know anything! Technology is the primary productive force! Look at my Mantis Bro, so elegant, so incredibly elegant!"
"I bet on the Witch Clan to win! The odds are only 1.5, I feel like I'm going to lose money..."
"I'm betting on the tech geek! Odds are 2.0, this one's a sure thing!"
Just when everyone thought this battle would be a clash between muscle and technology.
A ghostly purple shadow flashed silently through the shadows of the mountain of knives.
She was a female assassin wearing the "Void Shadow" armor set.
She did not climb.
They did not rely on any agency.
Her body seemed weightless; she lightly touched the gap between the two blades with her toes, and her whole body floated up dozens of feet like a purple feather.
With each flash, she precisely avoided all the sharpest blades, utilizing the smallest air currents.
Her speed was even faster than Xing Tian and the Mechanist!
"What... what is that?!"
Inside the Order Divine Court, Lin Shen scattered melon seeds all over the ground, his little finger pointing at the graceful purple figure on the light screen, his eyes wide open.
The Tongtian Jiaozhu also put away his cynical smile, and for the first time, his expression became somewhat solemn.
"Interesting."
"This Nüwa seems to have taken Xuanming's 'selling skirts' tricks and given them a new twist."