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Occasionally, Xun Uchiha would rise to test them. In an instant, all eight weapons struck at once, their cold gleams descending like a woven net. The sword intent was fierce, the spearwork intricate, the saber strikes domineering... Their movements flowed seamlessly, their precision far beyond human limits, as though ancient martial arts grandmasters had possessed them. Xun Uchiha met their attacks head-on with the King God Vajra Palm. Every collision left his arms numb and split the skin between his thumbs and forefingers. At the slightest misstep, he swiftly brought out the old, rotting wooden box, using spatial power to force their attacks back and buy himself a brief respite.
Xun Uchiha took out the Electronic Mirror and performed a deep scan of one robot. Streams of data flashed across his retina before finally settling on a suffocating figure-individual output: ten tons.
"Ten tons..." Xun Uchiha's pupils contracted slightly, and his mouth twitched. This strength already surpassed that of Heavenly King-level fighters. He could not help feeling both disbelief and shock. Who on earth had been capable, a thousand years ago, of creating killing machines that possessed the soul of a martial artist yet were built from cold machinery?
Outside the passage entrance, Little Bird paced anxiously. She had wanted Xun Uchiha to finish scanning the Internal Power Manual first, never expecting him to skip the theory entirely and jump straight into practical training. Left with no choice, she followed a regular schedule, using leaves, wild fruit, and vines to fashion simple containers and tossing food and water inside.
Meanwhile, she set up a makeshift workbench above. Sizzling electrical sparks from the clashing components illuminated her focused, slightly weary face. She was attempting to develop new support equipment to assist with this training of uncertain duration.
Xun Uchiha paid