The atmosphere in the arena grew increasingly tense. The air was icy and bleak, gusting through in waves and cutting to the bone.
Wang Shu did not know where his confidence came from, but he showed no fear at all when facing two Great Heavenly Realm experts!
It was as if Mount Tai could collapse before him without changing his expression!
Perhaps that was the charm of mobile data!
He calculated that he had around 5,000 MB of data left. Even at a consumption rate of 20 MB/s, it would last him about four minutes.
The last time he killed the Nether Corpse Ancestor, Ying Gou, had also taken only a few minutes!
"Take him down!" The Nether Emperor's pitch-black eyes bulged as he let out a shrill roar.
Several hundred Xuanming Sect disciples surrounded Wang Shu. Clearly, they wanted to wear him down and exhaust his inner strength.
Entering the Dark Plane. Activating Super Computer. Gene model: Lieyang Flame. Activation successful.
Wang Shu's vision went dark, and he felt his consciousness enter a void-like world.
This place was utterly different from the subjective world. Countless tiny colored particles floated through the space, along with things resembling nebulae and rainbow light.
Before him, a cluster of golden flames appeared, standing silently in the void as it burned.
This was the Lieyang Flame Super Computer itself!
"Import Fire Element Formula!"
The black void suddenly trembled. The burning flames surged upward, while strands of golden light drifting through the surroundings continuously gathered on the surface of Lieyang Flame.
His consciousness instantly returned to the main world. Several hundred Xuanming Sect disciples were charging toward him!
"Fire!"
Golden flames flashed through Wang Shu's eyes. He raised only his right arm, and a flame burned in his palm.
All at once, everyone felt a wave of scorching heat in the air. One heatwave after another rose up, baking the earth.
"Aah!"
With the first scream, a Black-Robed Xuanming Sect Disciple closest to Wang Shu suddenly burst into flames. He clutched his head and rolled across the ground, howling without end.
Then came the second, the third, and more, all spontaneously combusting in much the same way!
Seeing such a sinister sight, how could the others dare approach him?
But Wang Shu had no intention of letting them go. With a leap, he plunged into the Xuanming Sect disciples like a wolf among sheep, chasing them down.
Every time he struck with his palm, fiery serpents shot forth. A Xuanming Sect disciple's internal organs would ignite, and he would collapse, never to rise again!
"What kind of martial art is this?!"
The Nether Emperor narrowed his eyes and cried out in alarm. He cultivated the Nine Nether Mysterious Heaven Divine Art, a sinister and baleful technique, so he instinctively loathed powers with intense yang attributes.
Yet now, Wang Shu was casually tossing out flames and roasting all his subordinates alive. It was truly bizarre.
"This is science! Ignorant fools like you could never understand the greatness of science!"
Wang Shu shouted. Though the line was a little embarrassingly childish, he thoroughly enjoyed saying it.
"Damn it! You actually killed so many of my men. Brat, I won't let you off!" The Nether Emperor raged like an oversized infant, flailing his arms and shrieking.
Seeing this, Ghost King Zhu Youwen revealed a trace of disdain. His elder brother had practiced himself until he was neither man nor ghost; his brain truly had gone rotten.
The Nether Emperor paused and looked at Zhu Youwen.
"Second Brother, you and I will attack together and take this brat down with thunderous force. But first, cripple his martial arts, then question him about the Longquan Treasure."
"He is merely at the Great Star Rank, even if he is somewhat strange. Watch carefully, Brother. I'll take him myself."
Zhu Youwen sneered. Two Great Heavenly Realm experts joining forces against a junior at the Great Star Rank—what a joke.
With that, Ghost King Zhu Youwen struck viciously. Clusters of black qi appeared in his palm as he grabbed at Wang Shu.
The speed, strength, and aura of the Great Heavenly Realm were utterly beyond what the Great Star Rank could compare to!
Therefore, Wang Shu no longer hid himself. An eerie flame flickered in his eyes.
"Import formula: Azure Lotus Sword Song!"
This was different from importing the Fire Element Formula. The formula-based Azure Lotus Sword Song seemed far more profound, and the sensation it brought Wang Shu was different as well.
The power of data flooded his body, flowing through his organs, limbs, and bones.
No wonder so many people were obsessed with spending money and turning on cheats!
There was simply no need to explain it!
Turning on cheats felt great for a moment; turning them on forever felt great forever!
Wang Shu could sense the threadlike meridians on the surface of his body, emitting a faint golden glow.
At once, he swung his sword! Sword qi mixed with flames shot forth, slashing out with incomparable sharpness.
The attacking Ghost King's hairs stood on end, and he instinctively dodged the strike!
Even so, the scorching sword qi still sliced off a lock of his red hair!
This sword strike was too sharp, too blazing, utterly unstoppable!
"How can this be? This brat is clearly only at the Great Star Rank, yet his power suddenly rose by so much. This is absolutely not something a Great Star Rank cultivator should be capable of."
As Ghost King watched the lock of red hair drift down, it was incinerated by the scorching flames before it even touched the ground. A trace of solemnity flashed between his brows.
"I'll give you one chance. Come at me together!"
Wang Shu, whose strength had surged greatly, wore a disdainful expression. Blossoms of flame burned across the sword in his hand.
He stood there alone with his sword, yet the Xuanming Sect disciples did not dare move. They could only stare at one another in dismay!
"Don't get cocky, brat!"
Ghost King felt as though he had been insulted for no reason. Proud as he was, he could not accept Wang Shu's contempt.
But Wang Shu could not be blamed for that. The data consumption rate was fixed at 20 MB/s.
Fighting one person consumed data at the same rate as fighting a crowd, so he might as well fight them all and save some data.
Ghost King let out a furious roar. His burly body swelled as streams of black qi erupted from every limb and bone, transforming into a netherly aura seemingly from hell that ravaged the earth.
Everything it passed was corroded. The ground turned pitch-black, while flowers, grass, and trees withered one after another!
Some Xuanming Sect disciples who had just been burned half to death failed to dodge in time. Before they could even scream, the black qi swept over them and turned them into piles of white bones.
Seeing this, Wang Shu swung the Purple Firmament Sword. Sword qi trembled and hummed without end as wisps of flame appeared from thin air, circling around his body!
Those dark, decayed auras could not come within three feet of him, all of them burned to nothing!
Flames had always been the bane of dark powers!
"How is this possible?!" Terror flashed through Ghost King's eyes.
A smile curled onto Wang Shu's lips. Leaning on the Purple Firmament Sword, flames coiling around him, he approached Ghost King!
As he unleashed the Azure Lotus Sword Song, sword qi swept in every direction. He thrust again and again, flames surging wildly.
The power of data had raised both his movement techniques and strength by more than a single level!
Perhaps this power had already transcended the realm of martial arts and approached the realm of magic!
Yet its essence came from genes, from the power of Super Computer technology embedded within genes—biological science from the future!
With sufficiently powerful computing ability, one could create something from nothing and turn decay into wonder!
"Boom!"
Wang Shu launched a fierce assault. His movements were ghostlike and unpredictable, flashing in and out before he finally found an opening!
He swept his sword down and sent Ghost King flying! Had Ghost King not been protected by true qi around his body, that strike would have seriously wounded him.
"Damn it!"
Ghost King Zhu Youwen was an extremely proud man. He could not tolerate being defeated by a junior!
Nor could he understand why a boy at the Great Star Rank was so difficult to deal with!
He spoke of the power of science—but what was science? And what kind of martial art was this?!
"Brother, attack with me! Take him down!"
Zhu Youwen roared, a crimson glint flashing through his eyes.
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