The Taiwan Server System in the League

Ineffective, but that does not mean without effect.

In an instant, Sion let out another howl of agony.

He wanted to grab Chen Ce, but his body, missing a leg, was truly struggling—no matter how fast his fists and movements were, it was difficult to outrun his opponent without that limb.

Seeing this, Karma felt slightly more at ease—with Sion's mobility impaired, she only needed to maintain a safe distance and continue her ranged attacks; she would wear him down sooner or later.

Yet, the moment this thought crossed her mind, Sion did something she never expected—

He stopped fixating on chasing Chen Ce and instead turned to charge toward the corpses of the Resistance Army soldiers he had crushed earlier.

He shoved those mangled remains into his own mouth.

Crunch... crunch...

The sound of bones being pulverized was exceptionally harrowing.

The blood, not yet congealed, trickled down his esophagus, eventually converging in a unique form within the magical core located in his chest.

Immediately following, his shattered body began to rapidly mend... first the areas damaged by blades and flames, then the leg Chen Ce had severed.

Within moments, the wounds on his body had basically healed.

Karma was shocked.

Fortunately, Chen Ce had anticipated this and already prepared a countermeasure—he was far too familiar with Sion.

The longsword in his hand began to hum with the sound of wind once more.

"Karma, lend me your power!"

Hearing the call, Karma immediately snapped back to focus, gathering Spirit Realm energy for her companion with all her might—using the Spirit of Ionia as the cornerstone for the energy transfer.

In an instant, Chen Ce felt a power like never before.

The gale gathered at the tip of his blade was also vastly amplified.

The gale was turning into a tornado.

Just like the "full-form" Yasuo in the CG.

Even better.

It was a pity Yasuo wasn't here, otherwise, he would have had to shout:

"Watch closely, Yasuo! This is how the Way of the Wanderer is used!"

"Hasaki!"

The violent gale surged forward with the swing of his blade, its power so immense it formed the shape of a tornado.

Everything in its path was swept up, only to be slammed directly into Sion.

The supreme force lifted Sion's massive, ton-plus frame into the air, raising him more than ten meters off the ground.

In that instant, Chen Ce suddenly sensed something—it came from the longsword in his hand.

Yes, the blade was calling to him.

It was a unique sword intent.

An ultimate sword intent that could only be grasped in the blink of an eye.

[Last Breath]

Chen Ce closed his eyes, his body moving solely with that sword intent, like a suddenly implanted muscle memory.

When he opened his eyes again, the blade had already left countless marks upon Sion.

And he had appeared in the center of the storm.

Countless sword shadows streaked by like a gale.

"Suolieeikietong!"

The terrifying tornado swept across the entire battlefield.

Many Noxus soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were instantly swept high into the sky by the powerful gale, only to fall back down as tattered corpses—the fearsome wind blades tore through their fragile bodies, and the crushing impact from the fall shattered their internal organs, ultimately claiming their lives.

At the very center of the storm, the "Noxus monster" in whom so much hope had been placed was also enduring horrific damage—Chen Ce's "Last Breath" was focused entirely on him, the dense sword shadows pulverizing his limbs.

This was the Way of the Wanderer, empowered by Karma.

It might not be invincible across the world—or even Ionia—but it could certainly be considered the peak of human physical prowess.

To deal with a single Sion, it was more than enough.

Thud—!!!

The blade storm subsided, and Chen Ce landed simultaneously with the heavily wounded Sion.

The longsword in his hand was no divine artifact; it was merely a weapon snatched from a gladiator in the Underground Fighting Pit. In a battle of this caliber, it could neither withstand Sion's hardened flesh for long nor endure the sheer force of Chen Ce in his empowered state, and cracks soon appeared along the blade.

With the final thrust, the longsword shattered completely.

Regrettably, Sion had not been fully defeated.

He crawled toward the scattered corpses, restoring a portion of his physical form by devouring their flesh.

Even as Chen Ce and Karma attacked him without reservation, they could not prevent his limbs from regenerating.

The situation was dire—if they let Sion continue to feed, all their previous efforts would be in vain.

Fortunately, they still had help.

A pair of brilliant twin gems fell from the city wall, striking Sion's chest with pinpoint accuracy.

As the gems were retracted by magical force, a peculiar energy from the Spirit Realm erupted directly within Sion's magical core.

Sion's movements stiffened.

At that moment, Ahri's voice rang out from the ramparts: "Boss, catch!"

Chen Ce looked up to see a broken black greatsword flying toward him.

That was... Riven's Black Stone Rune Greatsword!

"Try channeling it with your Way of the Wanderer!" Riven's shout followed. "The magic and wind energy contained within this blade are very similar; it should work!"

"Right, thanks!" Chen Ce reached out and caught the broken Black Stone Rune Greatsword.

Riven had said she would no longer kill and did not want to participate in the battlefield directly, but she would provide aid to the Resistance Army as compensation—clearly, this was her contribution.

A competent logistics officer did more than just boil water and cook meals.

Securing weapons for the Resistance fighters was also part of the job.

The moment the greatsword was in his grip, Chen Ce immediately called upon the gale, following the sword intent in his heart.

As the wind began to rise, Riven cast down the remaining fragments of the greatsword.

In an instant, those shards—once symbols of slaughter, sin, betrayal, and shame—began to reassemble.

It was working!

"The Day the Broken Blade is Reforged..." Chen Ce felt the immense power surging from the greatsword.

The broken sections still bore many visible cracks, but the power of the runes and the mantle of the gale made it sufficiently sturdy.

"Use it to defeat Sion!" Riven yelled. "Use the weapon gifted by the Empire to defeat the Empire's killing machine! This war is meaningless; don't let anyone else die!"

"After all the invaders are driven out... as you wish!"

Chen Ce took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the greatsword.

The next moment, the power of the gale and the runes erupted in unison, a brutal force surging from the blade and striking straight at Sion.

A perfect fusion of Steel Tempest and Wind Slash!

Puff—!

With power this immense paired with a weapon this sturdy, Sion's rock-hard flesh proved fragile.

In a single instant, his massive torso was severed at the waist.

Chen Ce, Karma, and Ahri did not let this opportunity slip, immediately unleashing their full strength upon the collapsed body.

This time, Sion had no chance to consume flesh and recover.

In just over ten seconds, his massive frame was reduced to a heap of gore, and the magical core bestowed upon him by the Black Rose was utterly pulverized.

He would have no third resurrection.

Everything was finally over.

Having dealt with the greatest threat, Chen Ce did not rush to celebrate; instead, he immediately turned his gaze to the other side of the battlefield.

There remained a secondary, major threat—the Noxian Legion carrying alchemical weapons.

Over three hundred warhorses charged forward, dragging countless alchemical weapons, their numbers nearly spanning the entire horizon.

Resistance fighters fired flaming arrows, attempting to detonate the terrifying poison gas mid-transit, but the Noxians were no fools. They would not allow their own weapons to explode near their ranks—they had shielded the ceramic jars with thick steel plates, preventing the arrows from finding their mark.

If a steel plate fell during the horses' charge, they would even use their own bodies to block the arrows, desperate to ensure the alchemical weapons reached the city walls to detonate.

In the words of the Noxians, this was a "necessary sacrifice."

"These things are troublesome..." Karma rarely furrowed her brows. "The sheer volume of those alchemical weapons is too great; even a tornado would struggle to disperse them all at once..."

Hearing this, Chen Ce nodded calmly. "Indeed. A tornado with enough power to do that consumes too much energy to be used consecutively, and one or two strikes wouldn't be enough to clear the poison mist coming from all directions."

"Then... what was the solution you mentioned earlier...?"

"If I can't blow them away, then I won't."

"What...?" Karma's expression shifted between confusion and shock; for a moment, she doubted if she had heard him correctly.

But Chen Ce's next move proved she had heard him just fine—

"Everyone, get back behind the wall!" Chen Ce shouted as he leaped onto the ramparts. "Do not get bogged down in the fighting! All units, fall back to defensive positions!"

"Chen Ce...? What exactly are you trying to do?" Karma was bewildered, but she followed him nonetheless.

"If I can't blow them back, I'll just block them," Chen Ce explained casually. "While the 'Transcendent' state you granted me is still active, I can create the largest wind wall in the world—perhaps even the largest in history."

Karma remained skeptical, but it was clearly not the time for further questioning.

The two quickly vaulted onto the wall, then turned to look at the Noxus cavalry charging recklessly toward them, watching as the terrifying alchemical weapons drew ever closer.

A familiar, pungent scent stirred painful memories for Riven, even causing her a moment of physical nausea. Yet, she stood firm before the Ionians—the very people she had once harmed—without a hint of hesitation.

They were getting closer.

The iron hooves of the warhorses made the earth tremble, while the stench of the alchemical weapons turned the air acrid. These Noxian invaders had been ravaging this beautiful land from the very beginning.

Finally, they were close enough to the wall.

Hundreds of warhorses, dozens of carriages, and countless alchemical weapons were hurled forward with all the strength the Noxians could muster.

Then came the fire arrows and torches used to ignite the alchemical payloads.

The wall, stretching for hundreds of meters, was swallowed by chemical flames in an instant.

At that moment, the Black Stone Rune Greatsword in Chen Ce's hand had gathered enough gale force.

Under Karma's empowerment, his [Perception] of nature was amplified several times over. Combined with the enhancements to his magic and strength, every skill he unleashed was far more potent than usual.

A gale could become a tornado, and a wind wall could become a "city wall."

"Face the wind!"

Chen Ce swung his greatsword with all his might, and the gale force contained within poured out in an instant.

A reinforced [Wind Wall] over a hundred meters long suddenly manifested. It was not thick, but it was just enough to shield everyone behind the wall.

The exploding alchemical weapons went dead the moment they touched the wind wall; both the chemical flames and the toxic gases were absorbed entirely.