Players Invade Cyberpunk

Hesitate for a moment, and your head will split.

Natural Curl instinctively raised his blade to block, the collision of two blades sending a volcanic force into his hands, nearly disarming him. It felt like being hit by a speeding train, forcing him to retreat several steps.

The ultra-high-frequency vibration created a brief vacuum around them.

In reality, facing such a blow, ten of him would die.

The opponent is undoubtedly stronger.

But that doesn’t matter; it’s not scarier than the enemies a general faces.

Natural Curl’s mechanical exoskeleton was overloading, yet he felt his blood boiling, dragging his blade as he charged towards Zhuchun Wulang again.

The blade dragged on the ground, leaving a foot-deep crack in the cement that seemed to split the entire street in two.

As the distance closed, he lifted his Yanling Blade sharply, focusing force and momentum as if to split the galaxy, moving so fast that the air couldn’t even flow back.

Zhuchun responded with a downward Kasaya Slash.

With a boom, the ground beneath them cracked like a spider web, flying debris puncturing the cars parked nearby.

Natural Curl’s swordsmanship was swift and heavy, movements clean and agile, each strike faster and heavier than the last, the bright sword light seeming to merge into one, aiming to cleave the opponent in half.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The whole street could hear the explosive sound as if bombs were dropping, those nearby could even see the burst of white shockwaves, surrounding cars with shattered glass spreading.

After nine consecutive strikes, Natural Curl felt his state had never been better; even if he had to do it again, he might not succeed.

Yet, this attack that could smash a tank’s armor was entirely blocked by Zhuchun Wulang, not even injuring him.

"You must be...a soldier from Tokyo University."

Zhuchun Wulang steadied himself, recognizing a hint of familiarity in the opponent’s sword skills.

"No, I’m a teacher at a martial arts school. Being a soldier is too troublesome; I wouldn’t do it."

"You’re very skilled; being a teacher is a waste of talent."

If not for more pressing matters, Zhuchun would have invited this person to join Huang Ban Corporation.

"But unfortunately, we are now enemies."

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands, positioning the blade horizontally before himself, eyes filled with killing intent.

"One last time, step aside."

"Trying to rescue someone? I fear your master has already gone to meet Hirohito."

Natural Curl, provoked, shifted his steps to block the doorway.

"If I could sneak in, I’d certainly behead that dog San Lang myself, saving people from your filthiness."

Zhuchun saw a different kind of disgust towards Huang Ban in his opponent’s eyes.

This was directed specifically at Huang Ban Sanlang.

"Then...sorry."

Zhuchun’s sword moved faster than his words towards Natural Curl, creating a white sonic boom cloud that made him feel his lungs being drained, filling him with despair.

The world vanished before him, leaving only the glaring red blood light, so sharp it cracked his exoskeleton’s eyepieces, as if splitting him from head to toe.

Can’t block it

No matter what, can’t block it

The long blade struck Natural Curl, slicing through his bulletproof subcutaneous armor as if it were paper, titanium alloy skeleton unable to slow the blade, the cut smooth and seamless, even the circulation fluid tubes melted and sealed by the heat.

Natural Curl exerted all his strength, only slightly avoiding his head, left arm severed by Zhuchun Wulang, followed by a kick to the chest.

His body flew like a cannonball into the wall, collapsing the two-meter-high concrete barrier at the fishery, rubble and dust nearly burying him.

Zhuchun withdrew his blade and headed towards the fishery.

Yet, as he hadn’t even crossed the threshold, the rubble moved.

A dust-covered Natural Curl propped himself up with his sword, slowly standing amidst the debris, eyes fixed on Zhuchun’s back.

"Cough...I...did I let you go?"

That fierce fighting spirit even caught Zhuchun’s attention.

"Do you have such a death wish?"

Unless he kills him thoroughly, this person won’t let him pass.

"It’s just a lost left hand; why do you act like you’ve won?"

Natural Curl clutched his severed left shoulder, forcibly removing the remaining exoskeleton parts.

His remaining right hand gripped the long sword, tip pointed at Zhuchun.

"If you go in and rescue that dog, my great-grandfather might crawl out of his grave and push me in, then personally kill you bastards."

His body began to crack, golden blood seeping out, blooming in a unique glow under sunlight, dazzling like blazing flames.

That imposing aura even held Zhuchun.

"Your...your great-grandfather...had a vendetta with Master San Lang?"

"It’s more than a vendetta."

If Wildman’s power engine is a battle tank’s motor, then Liquid Gold Blood is the peak rocket fuel, only such artificial blood can supply top exoskeletons for prolonged high-power operation without burning out.

"Letting you bastards live is an affront to those killed by Huang Ban. Today, he must die here."