Legend of the Gaming World

In the gaming world, there was such a legend: if one's conviction and skill surpassed their limits, they could transcend the game's data.

Put simply: Coach, that guy's hacking.

At that moment, after seeing what was on the big screen, that was the only thought in Qin Shaoze's mind.

It was not that the two game characters on the screen had actually altered their stats, dealing 999 damage with every slash or anything like that. Rather, it was a very strange feeling. Every move and stance was simply too seamless. How could a generic template possibly be this smooth?!

At the same time, it was clearly only footage from a game, and both the speed and power were entirely within normal bounds. Yet the momentum it conveyed was somewhat soul-stirring. One person's sword, as it swung, seemed to carve out clashing spears and iron steeds, every inch of mountains and rivers bought with every inch of blood. The other's sword, meanwhile, was lofty mountains, flowing rivers, oceans, earth, stars, sun, and moon—every gesture embodying the oneness of all things.

If this had been a real-life duel between actual people, and masters possessed such swordsmanship and such momentum, there would have been no problem with that. It would have been more a matter of hearts communicating with hearts, the infectious power of the spirit.

But right now, this was merely a duel within a game. There should not have been any spiritual contagion whatsoever. There was only imagery formed from the purest streams of data, yet it could still produce such an effect. That was simply absurd.

Thus, Qin Shaoze was immediately drawn in by the scene, naturally wondering what kind of immortals had descended into the game to cross swords.

Yet with a single glance around, he could not find