Is this the Mechanical Path?
Chu Qing frowned to himself.
Bai Wu's Mechanical Path was far less powerful than the monsters in Square Inch Land had claimed.
According to those monsters:
The Mechanical Path was the fiercest of all, incomparably hard and violent.
Chu Qing had always wanted to witness it for himself.
Yet Bai Wu's Mechanical Path disappointed him.
He threw a punch!
Liuli Fist!
With this punch, the power of the Liuli River blessed him from the unseen.
A phantom of the Liuli River coiled faintly around his fist, appearing and vanishing.
The air exploded!
The terrifying force of the punch blasted the pavilion apart.
Bai Wu's pupils contracted.
In a daze, he saw Great River Water Comes From Heaven.
In an instant, it felt as though the river had swallowed him whole.
The mechanical longsaber exploded!
Crack!
The crossbow bolts vanished, as though swallowed by the river.
Even the crossbows themselves exploded with a boom.
Countless intricate components shattered, scattering and whistling through the air.
Splat!
Splat!
One Masked Man after another failed to dodge in time and was pierced through by the flying parts.
Crash!
The ruined pavilion collapsed completely.
Dust filled the air!
Only the area around the table remained clean.
"What path is this?"
His fist swept past Bai Wu's forehead.
Crack!
Crack!
The remaining mechanical parts on Bai Wu's arms churned and flowed backward, forming arms again.
Chu Qing withdrew his fist, rose to his feet, and walked into the distance.
"A path I opened up myself!"
"I've only just completed its first step!"
"Want to learn?"
Bai Wu's hands trembled as he drained his last cup of tea, rose, and walked toward a pit nearby.
Under the astonished gazes of more than a dozen Masked Men, he quietly lay down inside it.