Chapter 257: Desolate World Group (Part 4)

Chapter 257: The Desolate Era Group (IV)

"Strike now!"

The words had barely fallen when the mechanical heart's buzzing filled the room.

At the same time, the floor beneath Li Jun's feet shattered, and two figures burst through the air, their blades whistling as they swung downward—yet all struck empty space.

Li Jun's silhouette had already vanished, reappearing like a ghost before Rooten Sanlang.

The black umbrella in his hand did not transform into the Embroidery Spring Blade but instead swung forward like a dark short staff.

Clang!

The moment the umbrella met the blade, a terrifying counterforce surged up the sword, tearing through Rooten Sanlang's tiger's mouth grip. Though his mechanical body had long shed most human sensations, it inexplicably sank into a strange weakness, staggering backward.

It felt as if every mechanical part in his body had rusted into obsolescence, unable to convert even a sliver of strength no matter how hard the mechanical heart strained.

"What kind of ability is this?!"

Rooten Sanlang, encountering such a baffling situation for the first time, panicked and recklessly overcharged his mechanical heart into a superfrequency state.

"Hundred Ghosts' Scythe Weasel! Superfrequency!"

Whether it was the race's inherent flaw or the peculiar amplification gained by shouting out one's technique, Rooten Sanlang roared the name of his move, just like the sacrificial blade warriors Li Jun had slain long ago.

Li Jun fell silent, this method was so foolish in his eyes, a blatant signal to others that he was transforming, a warning to be cautious.

Did these barbarians believe that shouting their mechanical heart's name would frighten their opponents?

Mocking aside, after entering superfrequency, Rooten Sanlang's speed skyrocketed, and he actually dodged the descending umbrella.

Boom!

The black umbrella struck the floor, cracking a spiderweb of fissures.

The entire top floor of the Tianhai Tower trembled, the wooden mortise-and-tenon structure groaning under the strain.

The chandelier hanging from the ceiling seemed to suffer a circuit malfunction, its light flickering erratically.

"Hundred Ghosts' Mountain Child, Superfrequency!"

"Hundred Ghosts' Wood Spirit, Superfrequency!"

The other two Warrior Seven Tiger Ministers followed suit, their shouts overlapping in the air, cold gleams converging on Li Jun, buying Rooten Sanlang a moment to catch his breath.

"What rules govern the naming of these Warrior Path Sequence mechanical hearts? Surely each doesn't have its own unique name? If so, the variety is too vast."

Li Jun didn't use the Chu Wu Bullet Shadow, relying solely on his enhanced physical speed to stroll leisurely through the intertwined blades.

Even in his mind, he considered whether to spare these three Warrior Sevens and interrogate them about the secrets of the Warrior Path mechanical hearts.

Bang!

At that moment, Li Jun's hand tightened, and he couldn't help but focus.

The Warrior Seven who had been implanted with the 'Mountain Child' mechanical heart actually blocked the umbrella's swing with his shoulder, crossing his arms to press against the umbrella's surface, attempting to wrench the Embroidery Spring Blade from Li Jun's grasp.

Meanwhile, Rooten Sanlang and the Warrior Seven with the 'Wood Spirit' mechanical heart sidestepped, swinging their blades toward Li Jun's body.

Either drop the blade or face death!

"Seeking death!"

Li Jun let out a cold snort, and his wrist trembled, sending a force of sinew and bone misalignment along the umbrella's ribs.

The contracted umbrella surface popped open, shattering the 'Mountain Child's' crossed arms like a black cloud enveloping his eyes.

Pfft!

A sharp umbrella tip shot out from the black cloud, piercing the 'Mountain Child's' glabella!

Li Jun flipped his wrist, reversing the grip to draw the blade with his left hand.

Clang!

The moment the umbrella tip was pulled from the glabella, the black cloud-like umbrella vanished, replaced by the icy gleam of the Embroidery Spring Blade!

The blade's radiance coiled around him, clashing in a series of sharp rings as it deflected the two incoming swords.

Bang!

Li Jun kicked Rooten Sanlang flying, then closed in on the 'Wood Spirit' still struggling to retrieve the thrown long blade, his left hand's five fingers probing out to grasp the opponent's face, shattering all mechanical joints.

"The sinew and bone misalignment technique is quite effective against these Warrior Path Sequence warriors."

Li Jun lifted the limp 'Wood Spirit' like a dead snake, pressing it against the Embroidery Spring Blade's edge and giving it a vicious slash. Amidst the grating metal screech, a head was severed.

Crack... crack... Sparks and electric arcs danced along the smooth severance.

Li Jun stepped lightly on the 'Wood Spirit's' chest, and the still-struggling body immediately fell still.

[Acquired Mastery Points: 40]

"No way, even a Warrior Path Seven shouldn't depreciate this fast! Though not even at the Great Achievement level, this is too much!" Li Jun cursed under his breath.

The decay of mastery points had completely extinguished his urge to strike down the weak, including the so-called 'point farming' which was nearly impossible.

After all, a Warrior Path Seven was already a backbone of the Empire, and young peak sevens like Longtu, Jiwu, and Chen Qisheng were among the most promising in the new generation of major factions.

Even if Li Jun was mad enough to kill indiscriminately, he wouldn't risk becoming a psychopathic murderer, slaughtering Warrior Sevens left and right. Who knew if he'd encounter the infuriating 'kill the small to warn the large' scenario.

There was no guarantee he wouldn't provoke some protective elder into pursuing him relentlessly.

For someone like Li Jun, a rootless 'wild' warrior, such actions were too dangerous and not worth the cost.

By now, in a foul mood, Li Jun had already cast aside his curiosity about the mechanical heart's naming, too lazy to observe the opponent's superfrequency-revealed peculiarities, and instead launched himself into the 'Mountain Child's' blade light.

Though the 'Mountain Child' had suffered brain damage, severely affecting flexibility and coordination.

But as long as the mechanical heart remained intact, the Warrior Path Sequence still had fighting capability.

"Rooten, flee! This man isn't a Warrior Seven but a Warrior Six! We've been sold out by Mojin!"

The 'Mountain Child' screamed in the barbarian tongue, his two arms thickened by superfrequency wielding the long blade desperately to delay Li Jun.

Unfortunately, his resistance was futile in Li Jun's eyes.

Clang!

The Embroidery Spring Blade shot forward, brutally severing the blocking sword, then piercing the mechanical bones behind, finally impaling the trembling mechanical heart.

[Acquired Mastery Points: 42]

Li Jun turned to face Rooten Sanlang, whose face was ashen with despair.

Though fear now filled his eyes, his hands still clutched his weapon, desperately urging the mechanical heart in his chest, already showing signs of decay.

"Speak. Where did Mojin flee?"

Li Jun advanced slowly, the Embroidery Spring Blade dragging on the floor, its sharp edge slicing through the boards with an eerie tearing sound.

Rooten Sanlang gritted his teeth: "The Desolate Era Group would never betray a friend!"

"Even if your friend betrayed you first? Speak, and at least I'll let him keep you company below."

Li Jun's Impermanence Book Ring began to glow, "If not, you've heard of the Jingyiwei's methods."

"Edict Prison."

The fear in Genben Sanlang's eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a hatred that seemed almost tangible.

"Come on, you damned Imperial Guard! One day, the Wasteland Group will lead us to rise and reclaim our dignity!"

After witnessing the treacherous machinations of the Chongqing Prefecture officials, Li Jun felt no ripple of emotion at Genben Sanlang's naked madness—only a faint, pitying amusement.

"A true zealot and loyal dog of a company! But do you really think you can match the New Donglin Party? How deluded."

Li Jun shifted his foot, his figure surging forward as the Embroidered Spring Blade pierced Genben Sanlang's chest, pinning him to the wall.

Genben Sanlang's pupils dilated, white synthetic blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his samurai sword clattering to the ground.

"The unyielding dawn shall rend the dark, barren world and usher in spring."

Click.

Li Jun twisted his wrist, grinding the mechanical heart and the wall behind it into powder.

[Acquired Mastery Points: 46]

[Remaining Mastery Points: 494]

Boom!

At that moment, a sudden, violent explosion engulfed the entire Township Building!

All load-bearing beams and pillars shattered, the entire wooden structure groaning in the rising inferno, toppling uncontrollably into the sea's churning waves.

Moments later, Li Jun emerged from the ruins, gripping his black umbrella, his Flying Fish Suit dripping with fine droplets that washed away the ash clinging to his body.

He inhaled the damp, salty sea breeze and let out a sardonic grin.

"You actually left me a parting gift, you two—your father and son are damn polite, aren't you!"