33: Chapter 33 Holy crap! Cyber ​​Sword Immortal

He did not know where he had transmigrated to, nor did he know what kind of space this was—was it another completely unfamiliar world, or a primitive one?

He knew even less whether the aura that made his body and mind feel light was the legendary spiritual energy; had he transmigrated into a cultivation world?

In his experience, only unpolluted environments had such refreshing natural breezes. He had never known that the world could contain an aura that made one feel so comfortable throughout their entire body, so he simply assumed it was a unique characteristic of this strange environment.

He subconsciously gripped the handle of the dagger at his waist; the cold touch instantly sobered him up. Suppressing the confusion in his heart, he immediately raised his alertness to the highest level.

He quickly checked himself, confirming that his hiking boots and windbreaker were intact, the flashlight and dagger at his waist were all present, and his spatial connection was normal. Only then did he feel slightly relieved.

However, the overly peaceful environment did not make him relax; instead, it made him even more guarded. His survival experience in The Apocalypse told him that seemingly calm places often hid unexpected crises.

He lightened his footsteps, not daring to make a single sound. His body was slightly hunched, maintaining a posture ready to deal with danger at any time, his gaze scanning the dense vegetation and hazy mist all around as he moved slowly, step by step.

At this moment, he was like a traveler who had mistakenly entered a strange land, knowing nothing about his surroundings, the rules of this world, or the hidden dangers.

Mo Yufei did not know that he had guessed correctly this time; he had already stepped into a completely different cultivation world.

Relying only on the survival instincts carved into his bones from The Apocalypse, he cautiously probed forward in this strange secret realm.

His footsteps were slow and light; he deliberately pressed his soles onto the soft soil, avoiding dead branches and loose stones, without making a single unnecessary sound throughout.

His back was slightly arched, his whole body tensed into a stance ready to strike. His right hand subconsciously pressed against the hilt of the weapon at his side, and before he saw anything, his nose caught the smell of burning permeating the air, causing his brows to knit together involuntarily.

After moving forward for only a moment, noisy sounds surged toward him like a tide, becoming increasingly clear and grating.

The intense sounds of hand-to-hand combat hit his eardrums first; the dull thuds of fists and kicks striking flesh and hard objects rose one after another, interspersed with low shouts. It was clear that both sides were using fierce force, with every move being lethal.

Following that, a continuous humming of high-frequency weapons rang out. It was the piercing sound of energy vibrating at high speed; it wasn't sharp, but it made his eardrums tighten, and the air itself seemed to ripple with a slight tremor, clearly indicating that high-powered weapons were continuously charging.

The next second, a thunderous explosion erupted. A blast wave carrying heat rushed toward him; in the distance, dust flew and gravel rained down. Amidst it all, the crisp sounds of metal clashing rang out continuously as blades collided fiercely, the intensity of the sparks flying as if piercing through space. The battle had already reached a state of extreme intensity.

Mo Yufei fell into thought behind a large tree.

The battle ahead was abnormally chaotic; the simultaneous appearance of cold weapon combat and high-frequency weapons was definitely not a simple martial arts dispute.

What exactly was fighting? He didn't even know if they were human.

The specifications of these high-frequency weapons were not something that ordinary small factions could equip; the strength of both sides in the battle could not be underestimated.

If I show myself rashly now, I will only be dragged into the battle for no reason and become a living target, which would not be worth the risk.

But if I turn back now, what if the clues I need, or the key to my subsequent journey, are hidden here? If I miss them, it will be hard to find them again.

Don't act in a hurry; let's sneak a bit further forward, find a good hiding spot, figure out the identities, combat power, and purpose of both sides, and then decide whether to wait and see or seize the opportunity to act.

Mo Yufei headed straight toward the sounds of fighting, and after passing through a chaotic thicket, the scene of the fierce battle instantly hit his eyes.

Seven or eight figures wearing bronze ghost-face masks were surrounding and frantically attacking a person in mid-air.

These figures were ghostly and elusive; the skills they displayed were very similar to those of people who had awakened assassin-type abilities in the zombie-infested The Apocalypse.

The figures would sometimes turn into afterimages to teleport and attack, with pitch-black energy spikes condensing at their fingertips, every move aiming straight for vital points.

Sometimes they would throw hidden, poisoned throwing knives, with faint shadow mist swirling around their bodies, capable of silently concealing their forms. Their sneak attacks were impossible to guard against, and their strikes were sinister, swift, and entirely lethal assassination tactics.

The man surrounded by the group was standing in mid-air, stepping on a high-tech flying sword that shimmered with silver-blue light, possessing the elegant posture of a Xianxia Sword Immortal.

The scene before him, where Xianxia sword-flying blended with sci-fi energy weapons, completely overturned Mo Yufei's understanding. He widened his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy Crap, a Cyber Sword Immortal!"

What was even more shocking was that six silver metal spheres, each the size of a fist, circled around him. The spheres rotated at a constant speed, their surfaces shimmering with dazzling azure energy light, and the humming of surging energy was constant.

Whenever a ghost-faced assassin approached to attack or released shadow abilities, the metal spheres would instantly lock onto the target and violently shoot out fierce laser beams. The lasers tore through the air, but unfortunately, they didn't hit.

That group of people wearing ghost-face masks would dodge using skills like teleportation, cloning, or invisibility.

Mo Yufei, hiding in the shadows, felt his heart racing. Watching the decisive figure in mid-air, he was filled with shock: "What kind of absurd combination is this? A Sword Immortal who flies on a sword, actually carrying high-tech energy spheres as weapons—dealing with this group of ghostly Ability Users as assassins, it's just too explosive!"

Even though he wasn't afraid of death, he didn't dare to show himself rashly at this moment, fearing he would be dragged into this weird and fierce battle. He could only hold his breath and stare at the battle, his eyes full of astonishment.

On the other side.

The sword energy and energy fluctuations around him were gradually becoming chaotic, and a metallic, fishy taste welled up in the throat of Wang Chen (the man flying the sword). The silver-blue halo of the flying sword beneath his feet had already dimmed somewhat.

The assassins from the Blood Killing Hall were far more troublesome than expected. Six ghost-faced assassins were constantly teleporting and attacking using shadow abilities, with pitch-black energy spikes and poisoned throwing knives filling the sky, every move aiming straight for his vital points.

He had to divert most of his attention to controlling the flying sword to block and dodge. The six floating metal spheres, the Floating Eyes, circling him were still continuously firing lasers to clear out the assassins, but they were gradually unable to keep up with the ghostly movements of the opponents, and the energy consumption rate was far exceeding expectations.

In just a moment, he had completely fallen into a disadvantage. His hem was torn in several places by energy spikes, and blood was seeping from his shoulder; the situation was precarious.

[System Notification: The left Floating Eye has detected an unknown lifeform approaching, distance 120 meters. Lifeform characteristics: Human, no abnormal energy fluctuations, no aggressive actions, currently in a hidden state.]

The cold electronic voice sounded in Wang Chen's mind. He distracted himself to lock onto the image transmitted back by the detection Floating Eye, his gaze passing through the chaotic thickets to precisely capture Mo Yufei hiding in the shadows.

At the same time, another information-gathering Floating Eye at his side, codenamed Dandelion, instantly locked onto Mo Yufei's facial contours. High-definition images were transmitted in real-time to the neural interface system, launching the Skynet database comparison program at the speed of light.

[System Notification: Facial information comparison in progress... Skynet general database search failed, regional database search failed, no matching data in identity database, person not found.]

A line of pale red prompt text jumped onto his retinal display. Wang Chen's mind was jolted, and the sword incantation in his hand faltered for a split second, nearly causing him to be pierced through the heart by the assassin who had closed in!

"How is that possible?" Wang Chen was shocked inside.

In this territory today, Skynet covers every inch of land. From infants in swaddling clothes to the elderly, everyone's identity information and facial features are recorded in the Skynet database. As long as a face is scanned by a Dandelion, it is absolutely impossible for the person not to be found!

Even for reclusive Ability Users, members of underground forces, or even forged identities, Skynet can capture traces. Yet, this strange young man before him was a completely "unregistered person" with no information on file?

The shock and suspicion flashed by in an instant, and the harsh shouts of the assassins and the sounds of energy tearing through the air approached again.

Wang Chen had no time to think carefully. He forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and once again mobilized his remaining energy, manipulating the Floating Eye lasers to force back the approaching assassins, while his peripheral vision remained firmly locked on Mo Yufei's direction, his heart churning with overwhelming confusion.

"Where on earth did this person pop out from?"