Firing a hundred thousand swords at once was impossible. Even Mo Qiong could not throw them all out in a single breath and have each one hit a different target.
Unless his thinking speed reached the millisecond level—or even faster.
Even after extensive training, with neural reaction speeds far beyond ordinary people, Mo Qiong could only launch thirty to fifty swords per second.
Of course... that was already incredibly fast!
Just how fast was it? The fastest-firing submachine guns had a theoretical maximum rate of only 1,700 rounds per minute, or twenty-eight rounds per second.
And aside from the initial period of adjusting to the rhythm, Mo Qiong only grew faster and faster, far surpassing the firing rate of a submachine gun.
Members who had injected the Wisdom Potion could all multitask normally.
While maintaining the Air Wall and synchronously firing swords, Mo Qiong locked onto targets at maximum speed according to his field of vision.
The images he saw instantly formed in his mind. One insect after another flashed past.
The images flashing through his mind grew faster and faster until he entered a state of complete selflessness.
Other than the insects, Mo Qiong thought of nothing else. He could not notice anything besides firing countless swords at the insects.
His eyes darted violently as he surveyed the entire battlefield. His thoughts were like a car racing at high speed, speeding wildly ahead. He seemed completely unaware of the enormous wound in his abdomen and ignored the attacks that repeatedly came within a hair's breadth of him.
It was no exaggeration to say that even if someone stabbed him in front of him, he probably would not notice.
He had completely let go of both body and mind, entering a state of total defenselessness.
Mo Qiong entrusted everything to