Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 831 Digital Life
Song Shi looked at the outstretched hand, then at the woman.

"That's right..."

Song Shi chuckled softly.

He took a few steps and casually pressed down on a chair. Flames suddenly appeared out of nowhere and engulfed the chair in a flash.

Psionic Arts: [Flame of Forging].

The alloy chair instantly softened, turning into a swirling mass of molten iron. Then, the flames enveloping it acted like an invisible forging hammer, separating and pulling the molten iron apart, only to reshape it into a new form in the blink of an eye.

They were reshaped into two swords.

The two-handed sword, with its guard and hilt, is so standardly designed it looks like it just came off an assembly line. The blade is also sharpened, with a restrained, cold gleam. The only problem is that it's a bit too classic; it doesn't use modern industrial materials or have modules like "electrofusion" or "high-frequency welding."

This sword is quite beautiful; in ancient times, it would have been worthy of being called a legendary divine weapon, capable of cutting down hundreds of people without dulling its blade. But now, unless a miracle occurs with overwhelming force, it would be helpless even against the riot shields in the hands of patrol officers.

"Will it be useful?"

Song Shi tossed one of them over.

The woman who called herself "Zenoya Edith" took the sword steadily and wielded it with remarkable fluidity and skill. Finally, she gripped the sword with both hands, slightly lowered her center of gravity, and held the blade at an angle, assuming an offensive stance.

“When I was six, my parents hired a family swordsmanship instructor for me.” She nodded. “At fifteen, I was selected to join the ‘Shattered Oracle’ Legion and received full advanced training at the main training center. By the time I was twenty-eight, I had served at the Quebo Mountain Fortress for seven years. To date, I have experienced a total of four major battles, seventeen minor battles, and thirty-three skirmishes.”

“He has a novice’s skill, not someone who learned it by chance.” Song Shi picked up his sword and casually translated, “He has talent and practical experience.”

The two strolled slowly, looked at each other, and began to circle.

However, if you look down from a higher vantage point, you'll see that as you walk, the radius of the circle gets smaller and smaller, and the distance between the two people gets closer and closer.

The next second, the two moved almost simultaneously.

—A sizzling spark erupted in the air!

The textile machine activated the high-speed camera.

Clang!
The blades clashed, seemingly glued together, sparking a series of dazzling sparks from the high-speed friction! If an ordinary human were here, he would see clearly yet not clearly; the speed of their movements did not exceed human limits, at most they were just humans who had undergone high-intensity training.

He could clearly see the movements and postures, but he couldn't see the blade that was ultimately swung out!

The blades flashed, clashed, and parried. With each step Song Shi took back, he would suddenly take a big step forward, relentlessly compressing his opponent's range of movement with an impatient momentum.

Four breaths later.

A hard sensation came from her heel, and Zenoya Edith realized that she had been cornered with a wall behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

She pursed her lips and then exhaled.

"I surrender."

"Your tactics, well, are indeed based on the mindset of cold weapon warfare." Song Shi planted his sword in the ground and spoke slowly, as if he could clearly see many past events by following the other's swordsmanship: "The moves are all created with humanoid figures within the normal range of physiological functions as hypothetical enemies, and then the external factors such as firearms and implants are not considered. They are highly targeted, but their applicability is too narrow nowadays."

With a wide variety of prosthetics and technologically advanced "cold weapons," humans can achieve all sorts of unconventional combat tactics. For example, simply attach an eight-armed prosthetic arm; a skilled fighter could truly perform a sonic eight-sword style, unleashing a devastating humanoid tornado.

"Is this your witchcraft?"

Zenoya Edith stared at the sword in her hand, but spoke otherwise. The entire forging process, from a chair to a two-handed sword, had unfolded before her eyes.

The woman seemed to be deep in thought, but then, as if suddenly remembering something, she pointed to herself and offered an explanation.

"I am still learning your language, so please forgive me if there are any mistakes."

“You’re quite good at it, you have almost no accent.” Song Shi smiled: “‘Witchcraft,’ is that what you call supernatural power in your world? To what extent can it be done? Could you give an example?”

Zenoya Edith pondered for a moment before replying, “I once met a court wizard who could summon a cloud of acid mist that corroded a cow down to its bones. I have a scout in my legion who used to be a shepherd but later obtained a secret manual and learned a kind of magic that allows him to communicate with sparrows and grapevines.”

“The tower lords might be able to melt an entire piece of iron with a wave of their hand,” Zenoya Edith pondered for a moment before offering her answer. “But to melt it down and then reforge it into such a fine weapon… even they probably couldn’t do that.”

"Well, the main character is low magic, no wonder the swordsmanship is like this."

Song Shi stroked his chin: "Then, Ms. Zenoya Edith."

"By now, someone should have already explained to you what you're all about."

As he spoke, Song Shi's gaze didn't linger solely on the woman; it swept over the others—the other people in the event square. They had been observing Song Shi with scrutinizing eyes as he interacted and fought with Zenoya Edith.

“Someone has said something about it.” Zenoya Edith’s expression finally changed, and her eyebrows rose in a strange arc: “You said that I am a character in a story painting, a fake person.”

“It seems you don’t need my explanation, Song Shi,” said the textile machine.

"It hasn't been long since I fought Zenryu, and I haven't forgotten the feel of that style yet." Song Shi chuckled and tapped his forehead with his index finger. "To be honest, her last move still makes me a little dizzy, and I remember it vividly."

"Singularity Technology: Creating a Simulated World"

Song Shi looked around at the group.

"Company... well, I'm not sure if your 'world' even has the concept of a company. Anyway, you can think of it this way: a force called the 'Dust Contract Generation' possesses this technology, which allows them to create an extremely sophisticated and self-contained virtual world."

"However, it is now in dire straits, having been destroyed. So these worlds, which theoretically require massive resources for maintenance and super-security, are no longer being cared for and have been allowed to collapse. You were once a part of it. I estimate that there won't be many examples like you who broke through the restrictions, escaped to reality, and didn't perish with the world."

“Zenoya Edith, you just said you were a character in the story painting, which is quite appropriate, isn’t it?”

Song Shidao.

"But I actually think..."

"NPC, that's a more fitting title."

(End of this chapter)