198: Chapter 198 Physical Defense Breakthrough, Invulnerability to Swords and Spears

The Dead Soldier Captain's sinister grin was still frozen on his face as he was transformed into a human cannonball, flying backward.

His body tumbled uncontrollably in the air, crashing heavily into the formation of companions who were preparing to follow up behind him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of dull bone-cracking sounds rang out; like a bowling ball, the captain directly knocked over seven or eight of his companions along the way.

The originally seamless formation was instantly thrown into chaos, with men and horses overturned.

The weapons slashing toward Lin Qi from other directions all struck empty air because of his forward charge.

Blades and axe edges hacked fiercely into the bone-covered ground, splashing up a large cloud of pale bone dust and emitting a piercing screeching sound.

The entire encirclement was forcibly torn open with a massive gap by this unreasonably brutal collision.

The remaining dozen or so dead soldiers all froze in their tracks.

They looked at the mess, at their companions who lay on the ground with their fates unknown, and their rhythm of attack was completely disrupted.

These killing machines, cultivated by the Li Family using astronomical resources, felt for the first time that their brains couldn't keep up.

They simply could not comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

Those were steel greatshields infused with Deep-sea Sinking Silver; even a Second Transition Peak Berserker's full-strength strike would at most leave a dent on them.

Yet this youth before them, this guy judged by the System as a "Blank Slate," hadn't used any skills.

He had just simply bumped them with his shoulder.

The shield wall formed by three shields had shattered.

It shattered more thoroughly than a biscuit.

Was this damn strength something a human could even possess?

This simply didn't conform to the Laws of the digitized world!

"Cough... cough cough..."

In the distance, Li Pojun, supported by his guards, found the pleasure and malice on his face long frozen, replaced by an almost dull expression.

He began to cough violently, though it was unclear if he had aggravated his wounds or was simply too terrified by the scene to breathe.

His mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, only a strange rattling noise in his throat.

He began to doubt whether his Family's decision to initiate Plan B and send dead soldiers to hunt Lin Qi was actually correct.

This wasn't a hunter hunting prey; this was clearly a flock of sheep charging into Godzilla's nest.

On the other side, Xiao Kuangyun, Han Qianchi, and the others watching the battle also looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Xiao Kuangyun subconsciously rubbed his eyes and turned his head toward Han Qianchi, his voice dry.

"My eyes aren't playing tricks on me, are they? He... he crashed right through that shield formation?"

Han Qianchi didn't answer; he just stared fixedly at the figure standing calmly in the center of the field.

He rubbed his palms, which were unable to summon even a sliver of ice power, as a massive wave of shock surged within him.

As a former Third-Turn powerhouse, he knew better than anyone what that crash just now signified.

That wasn't a skill, nor was it a Law.

That was the application of pure, ultimate Physical Body strength.

It was the destructive effect produced after perfectly combining one's own strength, speed, and technique.

This kind of power had completely exceeded his understanding of the "Martial Dao."

"Roar! What the Hell are you all standing there for! Get him! Hack him to death!"

Just as everyone was losing their composure, a dead soldier who looked like a Vice-Captain forcibly snapped out of his shock.

His eyes were bloodshot as he suppressed the horror in his heart and let out a beast-like roar, attempting to dispel the hesitation in his companions' minds.

"That burst of his just now must have cost him a huge amount of energy! He's definitely a paper tiger now! Kill him! Avenge the Captain!"

The Li Family's hellish training showed its effect at this moment.

Upon hearing the command, the instincts of the remaining ten or so dead soldiers overrode their rational analysis.

They forced themselves to forget the inhuman scene from a moment ago, and their eyes became fierce once again.

Shua!

They quickly changed formation, no longer seeking to encircle him, but instead scattering into a semicircle to pounce on Lin Qi from every angle once more.

This time, they no longer used cumbersome weapons like shields.

Several long sabers coated in an eerie green poisonous light slashed directly toward Lin Qi's neck, heart, abdomen, and all other vital points with a shrill whistling sound.

They wanted to use the fastest speed possible to completely dismember this monster.

However, facing these lethal attacks coming from all directions, Lin Qi's actions once again defied everyone's expectations.

He didn't dodge.

He didn't even take the initiative to attack again.

He just stood there quietly, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, as if he had completely given up resistance.

Seeing this, a glimmer of hope reignited in the eyes of those dead soldiers.

As expected!

That earth-shattering crash just now had exhausted all of his stamina!

He was just bluffing now!

He couldn't move anymore!

This thought flashed through the minds of all the dead soldiers, and the long sabers in their hands hacked down even harder and faster.

The next moment.

Under everyone's expectant or nervous gaze.

Several long sabers shimmering with eerie green light landed accurately and solidly on Lin Qi's body.

Neck.

Shoulder.

Back.

Not a single one missed.

However.

The anticipated scene of blades entering flesh and blood splattering everywhere didn't happen at all.

Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang! Dang!

A dense series of crisp metallic clashing sounds, like rain hitting plantain leaves, echoed across the silent bone wasteland.

When the blade edges contacted Lin Qi's skin, which was faintly flowing with a golden foil-like treasure light, a series of dazzling sparks erupted.

It didn't feel like hacking into a body of flesh and blood.

It felt more like hacking into an indestructible alloy cast from Divine Gold.

The attack ended.

On Lin Qi's skin, let alone a wound, not even a faint white mark was left behind.

Instead, it was the long sabers in the hands of the dead soldiers, meticulously crafted from Refined Steel.

Under the massive recoil, the blade edges all curled backward, and some even snapped on the spot, turning into several pieces of scrap iron.

For one dead soldier who had used too much force, the moment his long saber snapped, a terrifying force poured back along the hilt.

He felt as if the web of his thumb had been struck by a sledgehammer; it was split wide open, and blood flowed freely.

Holding the bare hilt, he stared blankly at the unharmed youth before him, his brain completely shutting down.

It wasn't just him.

All the dead soldiers who had attacked were completely stunned.

They looked at the ruined weapons in their hands, then at Lin Qi, whose clothes weren't even torn, and their entire worldview was shattered at this moment.

In the past, under the protection of digitized rules, combat was a simple math problem.

Attacks caused damage, damage reduced the health bar, and when the health bar hit zero, the target died.

They had never imagined that one day, when that virtual health bar disappeared, they would encounter this kind of "Physical Defense Penetration Failure."

Their blades simply could not cut him.

This pure violence, which completely overturned their decade-plus of combat knowledge, was more impactful than any flashy skill.

It made them truly experience what powerlessness meant for the first time.

Amidst this eerie silence.

Lin Qi finally moved.

He cracked his neck as if no one else were there, his bones making a series of crisp "ka-ba ka-ba" sounds.

He glanced at the group of dumbstruck dead soldiers around him with cold eyes, as if looking at a group of dead objects.

Then, he spoke, his voice flat yet carrying a sense of ultimate mockery.

"Are your attacks just giving me a massage?"