As Long As One Lives Long Enough, An Iron Rod Can Be Ground Into A Needle

"Damn it!! What the hell is this?!"

Sumari slammed headfirst into the space barrier, his brain instantly ringing with a dull buzz.

The moment he'd tried to flee, he'd crashed straight into the sealed space barrier, nearly killing himself on impact.

Groping at the air before him, he found an invisible wall blocking his path.

Glancing back at Angel Yan, A Zhui, and Ye Chen closing in behind him, Sumari controlled the Dark Silver Flying Knife and shot it at the invisible wall in an instant.

Clearly, he meant to break through whatever stood in his way.

Behind him.

Angel Yan watched Sumari's actions, then turned to Ye Chen, who was unhurried and unruffled beside her. "Did you do this?! What kind of black tech is that?!"

"Space Blocker, just a little trinket. It's yours, no need to be polite." With that, Ye Chen tossed the Space Lockdown Device in his hand to Angel Yan, utterly indifferent.

This thing was a one-use item, already spent; the device in his hand was now just a pretty shell.

As for why he didn't exchange a permanent one from the system—well, one-use items offered better value for money, not because he was too broke.

Catching the Space Lockdown Device Ye Chen threw over, Angel Yan shot him a suspicious look. He'd handed it over so easily—was this thing fake or what?

Thinking this over, she examined the object in her hands. It looked exquisite, with a sleek exterior—consistent with the system's usual style.

Items from the system, setting everything else aside, were always top-tier in appearance alone.

Clearly, the system's creator had some kind of obsession with that aspect.

Angel Yan fiddled with the thing, couldn't figure out any trick to it, and worried about breaking it, so she tucked it away. She planned to have Heavenly Base King take a look later and see if they could reverse-engineer something.

"By the way, you two stay out of this for now. I want to see if I can beat him."

Sumari, as an Old Antique-level Second Generation Super Soldier, was perfect for testing the strength of the First Generation Human King Body.

Besides, it had been over two hundred years since Ye Chen last fought anyone, and he was itching for a scrap.

"Kid, you sure you've got what it takes? Don't bite off more than you can chew, or A Zhui might end up a widow."

Ye Chen gave Angel Yan a flat look. "If you don't know how to talk, say less. I don't do things without being sure.

And even if I can't beat him, he's not about to one-shot me. I've got a weapon that counters his flying knife. Once he loses that blade, he's just a scrub."

On the other side.

Sumari had given up trying to break through the invisible barrier. He'd just fired the Dark Silver Flying Knife at it thousands of times, and not a single crack appeared.

Turning around, Sumari eyed Ye Chen and the others warily.

"What, not going to try again? Maybe a few more attempts and you'd break through."

Ye Chen grinned at Sumari, a teasing edge in his voice.

In his hand, he held a small gadget—a secret weapon meant to snatch Sumari's Dark Silver Flying Knife.

Sumari's strength relied too heavily on that blade; ninety percent of his power was tied to it. Without it, he was a snake with no fangs.

Sumari's narrow eyes turned cold as he stared at the smirking Ye Chen. "Who are you?"

"The man who kills you!!"

The words barely left his mouth when Ye Chen's figure shot forward.

Sumari instinctively launched the flying knife, but the moment it closed within ten meters of Ye Chen, it lost control and dropped.

Ye Chen reached out, caught the falling Dark Silver Flying Knife, and instantly stashed it in his Portable Space. Without slowing, a great spear materialized in his hand.

As Ye Chen swung it, the air cracked like thunder, and the spear lashed out at Sumari, who was frozen for a split second from losing contact with his blade.

From Ye Chen's charge to Sumari's sudden loss of the Dark Silver Flying Knife, to Ye Chen seizing it and closing in to strike with the spear—it all happened in an instant.

Feeling the savage gale of the spear's swing, Sumari proved himself an old warrior. Even after millennia of drunken idleness, some battle instincts remained.

He dodged Ye Chen's strike, then instinctively tried to recall the Dark Silver Flying Knife—only to remember his weapon had been snatched by the man before him.

Rage boiled inside him.

"Bastard, where did you put my flying knife?!"

Dodging another of Ye Chen's attacks, Sumari glared at the torn fabric on his clothes and snarled.

"You're still worried about that knife? Hah. Better think about how you're going to survive."

With that, Ye Chen's great spear writhed like a massive dragon, surging without end.

The Thirteen Basic Forms of Great Spear Technique—thrust, stab, sweep, parry, twist, lift, chop—he wielded them all with fluid precision.

Over two hundred years, he'd trained in every weapon of the eighteen arms, but only ever as a pastime when boredom struck.

His martial talent was laughably poor, but he had time to burn.

For centuries, he never bothered with complex techniques. He just drilled the basic three moves over and over.

And with that half-hearted, on-and-off practice, he'd polished those fundamentals to a supernatural level.

Well, aside from those basics, he couldn't do a single slightly complicated move. You could say he'd been a Martial Arts Apprentice for over two hundred years.

"Boom!!"

A single heavy strike slammed into Sumari's face, his figure instantly crashing against the Space Barrier.

Then, Ye Chen tapped the void beneath his feet, his form appearing before the opponent in an instant as he brought the spear down in a cleaving strike.

With a massive crack of air bursting apart, a violent shockwave scattered in all directions, punching a huge wind hole straight through the clouds in the sky.

Watching Sumari's figure plummet rapidly, Ye Chen twisted his neck and said, "This guy really is useless without his Dark Silver Flying Knife."

At that moment, A Zhui flew over, and both of them were now staring at him with surprise.

Seeing this, Ye Chen reached out and wrapped an arm around A Zhui's waist, not caring that Angel Yan was right there as a glaring third wheel, and directly kissed her on the cheek with a laugh. "What? It's only been a few minutes, and you don't recognize me anymore?"

"You... don't be so improper, Sister Yan is still here."

Caught off guard by Ye Chen's sudden move, A Zhui's cheeks flushed crimson, and she lightly smacked his shoulder with her small hand in annoyance.

Across from them, Angel Yan watched the two suddenly shove dog food in her face and felt a bit stuffed.

"I said, you two are enough. I'm still a living person standing right here. Don't act like I don't exist, you lovebirds. If you want to get all lovey-dovey, go home and do it..."

Hearing this, A Zhui quickly pushed away Ye Chen's wandering hand and said, "Alright, stop messing around. Let's go check on that sky scum."

Nodding, Ye Chen stopped teasing A Zhui.

A Zhui was great in every way, but she was just too easy to embarrass—couldn't take a joke at all.

Then, the three flew downward, only to see that bastard Sumari, covered in blood, wobbling and still trying to escape.

Seeing this, Ye Chen swung the Great Spear in his hand, sending it tearing through the air toward the opponent.

It effortlessly pierced through his body, nailing him firmly to the Space Barrier.

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