When Cang Xuan stepped onto the front lines, he was like an ancient sword, sealed away for years, suddenly drawn from its sheath.
His sword light shone across a battlefield of blood and fire.
The Broken Blade assault corps he had been assigned to was an elite force responsible for assaults and defense in dangerous areas, its members all outstanding Psionics users and Genetic Warriors.
The corps' warriors harbored some doubts about him: a man who always carried an iron sword, possessed unremarkable life strength, and inherited martial arts, a system long since deemed useless.
But those doubts turned to shock the first time Cang Xuan entered actual combat.
During an assault on a strategic position, Cang Xuan accompanied the corps to the front.
They had barely reached their destination when Light-Erosion Race warriors surged toward them like a tide. Their twisted figures devoured light, and the Mental Corruption they emitted shook even the most resilient Psionics users' resolve, making it difficult to resist.
The corps' warriors decisively joined the battle.
But psionic storms struck the Light-Erosion Race warriors with little effect. Even the Genetic Warriors' heavy blows could only briefly disperse their forms before they reassembled in the darkness.
Just then, Cang Xuan joined the battle with his sword.
He calmly stepped forward and casually swept his iron sword ahead.
There was no earth-shattering display, only a pale golden arc of sword intent that spread silently forward, like the rising sun dispelling morning mist.
Wherever his sword momentum domain passed, the Light-Erosion Race's despair-inducing bodies of darkness instantly vaporized like snow thrown into a furnace.
Even the field of Mental Corruption that disturbed their minds was severed and extinguished along with them.
With one stroke, a corner of the battlefield was cleared.
The once noisy, chaotic battlefield fell into