58: Chapter 58: A jaw-dropping operation that shocked the entire internet.

Violent winds howled in the Reed Marsh.

When the first strike from Sword Saint Isshin Ashina came down, everyone thought that the masked man in black would bleed out on the spot.

The flash of the blade was so fast that only an afterimage remained.

Clang!

Sparks exploded above sekiro's head.

A perfect deflect.

The Sword Saint's blade was forcibly blocked in mid-air, and the collision of immense force made the screen itself tremble.

Isshin's posture bar rose slightly, but sekiro didn't budge, not losing even a sliver of health.

Brother Bao's soda can stopped at his lips.

His eyes were wide open.

"How is this possible..." Brother Bao's voice stuck in his throat.

On the screen, Isshin Ashina didn't pause; with a horizontal sweep of his katana, the second strike followed immediately.

The angle was tricky, aiming straight for sekiro's neck.

Clang!

Another perfect deflect.

sekiro's body didn't even sway.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The Sword Saint transformed into a whirlwind, his katana weaving an impenetrable web of blades in the air.

The attack frequency was extreme, with every strike carrying a sound that tore through the air.

On the screen, sekiro stood his ground.

His katana raised, fell, raised, fell.

The movements were minimal, with the trajectory of the blade almost invisible.

Yet every block was terrifyingly precise, always managing to catch the attack with the body of his katana just one frame before the blade touched his body.

Sparks exploded wildly as if they were free.

The entire Reed Marsh was illuminated by the light of metal clashing.

Brother Bao's hands were trembling.

He watched the masked man's hands.

Those hands had completely left the keyboard and mouse, and were leisurely crossed over his chest.

The stream's chat paused for three seconds.

Then it completely exploded.

"Holy sh*t!! He's not using his hands!!"

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me? What the hell kind of operation is this??"

"Mechanical-level reaction? How could a human achieve perfect deflects at this frame rate??"

"This is a cheat! Definitely hacking!"

Brother Bao slammed his soda can onto the desk, spilling carbonated drink all over the table.

"Human neural reflex limits are over 0.1 seconds; this attack frequency requires at least 0.03 seconds of continuous reaction—it's simply impossible!"

He stared fixedly at the screen.

Sword Saint Isshin Ashina's posture bar was rising frantically.

Within ten seconds, that red bar was already full.

The red Deathblow marker lit up.

The man in black finally let go of his crossed arms and pressed the execution key.

sekiro pierced Isshin Ashina's neck with one strike.

Blood sprayed.

Phase one ended.

The chat went crazy.

"Did I just witness history??"

"This operation is even more precise than the AI written by Old Thief's programmers!"

"Is this a human? It's a robot, right??"

Brother Bao slumped in his chair, his lips trembling.

"Brothers, if this guy is playing by hand, I'll do a handstand and eat my keyboard on stream."

His voice was hoarse, "This kind of reaction speed has already exceeded the limits of human physiology."

StarNet Forum, Action Game Section.

Under the stream post 'Asura's Revenge', comments were skyrocketing at a rate of tens of thousands per second.

Everyone was asking the same question: What the hell kind of monster is this?

The Capital.

Silver Horn Studio.

The CEO's office was deathly silent.

Song Yan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers digging hard into the window ledge.

"Brother Fei, phase one is over."

His voice was tight.

"The spear and firearm in phase two, if he can deflect those too..."

Song Yan didn't dare to think any further.

One percent of the shares.

Based on the current sales and merchandise revenue of sekiro, this money would be enough to buy an entire office building in the core area of The Capital.

What was even scarier was the reputation.

If this unknown guy really cleared the game, Silver Horn Studio's "Absolutely Fair" sign would be completely smashed.

Ye Fei sat in the boss's chair.

He stared at the system panel in mid-air that only he could see.

In the bottom right corner of the panel, a red warning box was flashing frantically.

[Abnormal operation detected: Response time for three consecutive attack intervals = 0.001 seconds] [Abnormal operation count: 37 times] [Abnormal operation count: 45 times] [Abnormal operation count: 52 times...]

The numbers were still rising rapidly.

Ye Fei's fingers tapped lightly on the desktop.

"What's there to panic about."

His voice was terrifyingly calm.

On the screen, Sword Saint Isshin Ashina climbed up from the ground.

He pulled out the spear stuck in the ground, the tip carving a deep trench into the earth.

Phase two began.

The spear's attack range was three times that of the katana.

Horizontal sweep, thrust, Down-strike, upward slash.

Every move carried an earth-shattering momentum.

The man in black controlled sekiro, still standing in place.

Clang!

The tip of the spear struck the katana, and sparks illuminated half the screen.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The spear's shadows blurred into one.

sekiro's katana drew precise trajectories in the air, with every block landing exactly on the spear's stress point.

Charmless status effective.

But the man in black's perfect deflects meant the Charmless penalty never triggered.

sekiro's health bar didn't budge.

Song Yan's cold sweat soaked his shirt.

"Brother Fei! We can't wait any longer!"

He turned around abruptly, "I'm going to the server room to pull the internet cable right now! We must stop him!"

"Sit down."

Ye Fei didn't even look at him.

Song Yan's steps came to a halt.

He looked at Ye Fei's profile.

There was no expression on the boss's face, only the numbers rapidly jumping on the screen reflected in his eyes.

"Let him play."

Ye Fei said, "Let him finish phase two."

Song Yan opened his mouth, but in the end, he sat back down in his chair.

His hands were shaking.

On the screen, Isshin Ashina's spear danced faster and faster.

The spear's shadows were completely blurred, leaving only streaks of light.

The man in black was still deflecting.

His operation was smooth as flowing water, without any unnecessary movements.

The spear thrust, the katana blocked.

The spear swept, the katana parried upward.

It was as perfect as a pre-written program.

Because that was exactly what it was—a program.

In the basement.

Honda watched the battle scene on the screen, his mouth stretching from ear to ear.

He even started humming a tune.

The "Perfect Samurai" cheat was faithfully executing every one of his commands.

No, to be precise, it was executing all commands for him.

He only needed to watch.

Sword Saint Isshin Ashina's posture bar was full again.

The second execution triggered.

sekiro's katana pierced Isshin's chest.

The spear fell from Isshin's hand, vibrating as it stuck into the ground.

Phase two ended.

Honda leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

He slowly raised his middle finger to the camera.

"Ye Fei."

He said into the microphone, the voice changer emitting a cold, mechanical sound.

"Your game is nothing special."

"Your Sword Saint, your sword-clashing mechanic, your so-called hardcore action system—in the face of absolute skill, they are all just toys."

The stream's chat had gone crazy.

"Who is this guy?? A professional player??"

"This operation is too ridiculous; even if Old Thief came himself, he couldn't produce this effect!"

"If this guy is truly playing by hand, I would call him the number one samurai in Star Blue!"

Brother Bao bit his lip hard.

He had a crazy thought in his heart.

If this person was truly playing by hand, then what did the thirty hours of hard training that they, the so-called experts, had put in count for?

A joke?

On the screen, Sword Saint Isshin Ashina slowly stood up.

He threw away the spear that had snapped in two.

He drew the short-barreled firearm from his robes.

Lightning struck down from the sky.

The lightning illuminated his face.

Sword Saint Isshin Ashina in his prime entered the third phase.

He assumed an iaido stance.

The katana returned to its scabbard.

This was the final kill move.

Draw-slash technique.

One-hit kill.

The smile on Honda's face faded a little.

He knew how powerful this move was.

But he wasn't afraid.

The "Perfect Samurai" cheat's database contained frame data for all of the Sword Saint's attacks.

Including this iaido move.

As long as he pressed block at the moment of the draw, he could trigger a perfect deflect.

And then, it would be victory.

That one percent of the shares.

It would be the moment to make Ye Fei kneel and apologize in front of the entire web.