The only reason for this was undoubtedly that this immune system was too useless.
As for the immune system's earlier claim that this was a manifestation of Zhao Cheng's own mental power, that was indeed true according to the setting. After all, within the setting, his vessel and the system were two sides of the same coin.
"Let me correct that. It's not that my power is weak—it's that our power is weak. We are of one heart!"
"Are you sure?!"
Even as they spoke, Zhao Cheng's body continued to dodge nimbly. Then, all at once, he paused and kicked the witch before him flying.
"System, do you think there's a possibility that the only weak one, from beginning to end, has been you?"
As he spoke, miraculous radiance flared in Zhao Cheng's hand. He then reached toward his own chest, and beneath the system's incomprehending gaze, manifested a sword from within his heart.
They were both swords, but there could be an enormous difference between one sword and another.
Forget their appearance—even their sheer size was enough to make anyone immediately understand the gap between them.
The sword in the system's heart was only fifty centimeters long, a short sword. But the one Zhao Cheng drew out now was a full five hundred meters long. Its crimson blade seemed like a ball of fire, dazzling beyond measure—the fleeting splendor of the universe's Big Bang.
As for its edge, the instant this colossal sword appeared, the entire gray space began to buckle under the strain.
At that moment, not only the system—even the witch whom Zhao Cheng had kicked away, who had rolled nimbly across the ground several times, opened her bright, wide eyes. Though she had already entered a berserk state, she now stared blankly overhead at the thing