MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 130 The Death of Anubis!
Just over 100 meters away from Kakyoin, the swordsman Silver Chariot and the swordsman Anubis were engaged in a thrilling and deadly battle.

The tinkling and clanging sounds, as clear as silver bells, intertwined to create a melodious tune.

The sparks from the collision formed clusters of golden flowers.

Straight thrust, slash, sweeping strike, lunging thrust...

Parry, Cooperative Attack, Counter Thrust, Counter Slash...

Sword Twisting, Thrusting Combo, Disarm, Instant Step...

Circular movement, deadly point thrusts, chain thrusts...

The silver chariot's rapier continuously displayed Polnareff's lifelong skills, using its incredibly swift blade, capable of easily intercepting Gatling gun fire, to strike the enemy's vitals relentlessly.

However, the man controlled by the god Anubis wielded a long, demonic sword, dodging every attack with incredible angles and movements, and disrupting the silver chariot's attack rhythm with ease.

Every swing of the silver chariot felt strangely awkward.

Although a Stand has the form of a human body, it does not require the power structure of a human body, nor does it need to stand on the ground for leverage.

Therefore, the Silver Chariot was able to wield swordsmanship that surpassed the limits of human theory.

However, with each swing of his sword, Anubis was able to precisely hit the key point where the silver chariot was exerting force, thus completely dissipating the power and achieving the greatest impact with the least amount of force.

The more they fought, the more alarmed Polnareff became: "So strong! What's wrong with this guy?! Why is his swordsmanship so powerful!"

With each swing of his sword and each step he took, Polnareff was astonished to notice that his enemy's swordsmanship was rapidly increasing.

The pressure on the silver chariot is also increasing.

Like a rising tide, no matter how fast or how much force you try, the enemy can always catch up.

At the same time, the force and speed of the man wielding the long knife in front of them continued to increase with each swing.

What's most terrifying is that, relying on his keen senses and years of sword-wielding experience, Polnareff was able to keenly perceive that this guy wielded his sword entirely with his physical body, rather than having a Stand possessing him to enhance his power!
However, his opponent's steady and powerful breathing, and the throbbing of his muscles, told him that his body had not changed at all.

This guy's physical fitness is not strong at all; at most, he's equivalent to an average person who exercises regularly.

How could such an outrageous thing happen?
Despite being physically weak and having completely non-standard movements, how could he unleash such terrifying swordsmanship?

But he immediately understood: it was breathing! It was rotation! It was waves! It was vibration!
A swordsman's instinct led him to see a mountain of skill that was beyond description.

It's a breathing technique! The enemy's breathing rate is constantly changing, seemingly pumping large amounts of oxygen into their bodies at the current optimal frequency.

"No! This guy is learning from me, learning my Ripple Breathing technique!" With a cut appearing on his face, Polnareff was shocked to discover that faint Ripple energy was faintly emerging on the enemy's sword blade.

This guy, through mere observation, learned the Ripple Breathing technique, which even Polnareff himself wasn't very familiar with, in less than a minute, and had already begun to convert his own life energy into Ripple power.

It was a layered force! His body posture was not standard, but with each subtle twist, the bones, joints, ligaments and muscles layered together like a lever, amplifying the terrifying power throughout his body before releasing it.

The aftershocks of the force flowed and transmitted between every muscle, ligament, and meridian, like waves, layering the not-so-large force higher and higher, occasionally erupting into towering waves like mad dog waves.

This terrifying power brought with it terrifying speed, allowing it to gradually catch up in speed to the silver chariot that could carve marble into a statue in an instant.

Moreover, every time he wields the blade, no matter how incorrect the posture or how awkward it looks, the blade tendons are incredibly perfect, and the force he generates is indescribably perfect!

This guy's swordsmanship is evolving! Evolving in an inhuman way!

From childhood, Polnareff had awakened his Stand and discovered the difference between himself and others.

Having lost his parents at a young age, he relied solely on his younger sister for survival. To protect his only family member and to unleash his power, he began learning swordsmanship from a young age, fulfilling his dream of becoming a knight.

The school of thought he studied was the True Cardinals, founded by the Spanish scholar Carranza, which emphasizes setting battles as dynamic games in a collective space.

He was also very clear that there are limits to how a human can wield a sword. The physiological structure of the human body itself physically limits the highest limit of so-called martial arts.

But what exactly is going on now?!
What kind of ridiculous techniques is the enemy using?
His skill, or if that thing can even be called skill, is simply pushing the limits of human theoretical skill to the limit and spitting on it!

With a sharp look in his eyes, accompanied by a burst of blood from his chest and abdomen, the silver chariot's armor shattered, and the armor fragments turned into cannonballs, temporarily forcing the enemy back several meters.

Feeling the pain in his chest and abdomen, Polnareff used the Ripple Breathing Technique to quickly stop the bleeding from the wound.

Anubis did not immediately pursue. He stood with his sword in hand, breathing rapidly, his chest heaving dramatically, constantly exhaling breaths that carried a bloody smell.

Its body was in an extremely strange posture, its muscles undulating like waves, its joints creaking, quickly relieving the fatigue brought on by the overload of exercise.

A cold smile appeared on his face: "Hehehe, Polnareff! What's wrong, can't keep up with me?"

"What a piece of trash! You even claimed to be a sword master in the intelligence report, yet I managed to suppress you with such a weak body!"

"However, your body and your substitute are really good; it would be a waste to let you use them!"

Licking his lips, the man controlled by Anubis revealed a greedy glint in his eyes:
"If it were you, if it were your body and your excellent Stand, maybe I could kill that bastard Dio! I could gain my freedom!"

Touching the wound on his chest and abdomen, Polnareff glanced into the distance, looking at the raging flames and the terrifying beast. He suddenly said, "You're not a Stand user, are you?"

"Or rather, you're not the owner of this body at all!"

He scanned the other man's muscular body, which showed no signs of martial arts training, and calmly said, "As a martial artist, no matter what kind of martial art you practice or what weapon you use, you will inevitably leave certain marks."

"The marks left by long-term training in swordsmanship, saber techniques, and fist techniques cannot be erased in a short period of time."

Polunarev continued, "Every swing of yours is extremely unorthodox, yet your body miraculously moves without any awkwardness."

"You are using some kind of advanced technique that I can't even understand, to forcibly coordinate the body's movements."

"Even for martial arts masters, this is almost an impossible skill; it is a skill that no human could possibly master!"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "How long can your body hold out?"

With each breath the other person took, Polnareff could smell the strong stench of blood.

This means that his alveoli have begun to rupture due to the extremely high frequency of breathing.

Looking down at the ground, the skin on the opponent's feet had already cracked from repeated exertions that pushed them beyond human limits. Even the opponent's agonizing cries of pain, strained to reach their breaking point, could be heard through the silver chariot's blade with every movement.

"The body you control is about to die, from the excessive force of battle!" Polnareff said coldly.

A wicked smile appeared on Anubis's lips. He could sense the body's agonizing cries of impending collapse, feeling the tearing pain in every muscle. Every second, the body seemed to be being tortured to death.

However, he glanced around at the residents who were collapsing and wailing in the face of the sudden disaster, and said, "So what? This body is doomed, but I have plenty of spare parts before it collapses!"

“How long can you hold out against my ever-evolving techniques?” Anubis challenged.

“I’m sorry…” Polnareff suddenly said in a low voice.

"Huh? Who are you apologizing to? Are you trying to beg for forgiveness?!"

Anubis laughed loudly: "If you want to beg for mercy, then kneel down now! Hahaha!!!"

Taking a deep breath, Polnareff said, "As a swordsman, I have a swordsman's pride, and I did not intend to use despicable means."

"But I am also a knight!"

“My morals do not allow me to kill innocent people, and I don’t even know who this person you are controlling is. I only know that he is about to die.”

"My comrades are still fighting, and innocent residents are dying tragically in Cairo. No matter what despicable means I have to use, I must finish you off as soon as possible! And then, as quickly as possible, kill Dio!"

"Oh? Interesting. You mean you can subdue me with a few tricks? Let's see!"

The alveoli ruptured, and the lungs, already beginning to be filled with blood, breathed rapidly, delivering the last of their oxygen into the body.

The heart began to howl in despair, pumping the last of its blood into the body, and every muscle in the body let out its final groan.

Anubis, squeezing every last drop of life force from his body, unleashed a terrifying power beyond human limits, relying on the so-called Ripple power he had just learned.

Only three seconds left!
In the final three seconds before this body collapsed, he would crush the Silver Chariot and, taking advantage of the mental disorientation brought on by the defeat, forcibly take over Polnareff's powerful body!
However, the silver chariot completely enveloped the body, continuously merging into it, leaving only a faint outline covering the body.

Polnareff overlapped with the silver chariot and closed his eyes.

Silver Chariots do not have vision; from childhood to adulthood, Polnareff has had to rely on his own eyes to observe and control the movements of Silver Chariots.

However, at this stage, in battles where the speed is so fast that it exceeds human limits, human vision becomes virtually ineffective.

Therefore, let's temporarily set aside the visual aspect!
He gripped his right hand tightly, holding the illusory substitute blade, maximizing his senses to feel even the slightest tremor of the blade in order to capture the enemy's silhouette.

"Ha!" With a roar, the power of the small sun-like ripples burst forth, filling his entire body, and he swung forward, his physical body and his substitute overlapping, unleashing their strongest sword strike!
"Heh!" Anubis smirked. "Trying to unleash your strongest speed to defeat me? Don't dream! Such a simple sword technique is underestimating me!"

however……

Polnareff stomped his foot hard, and a handful of sand was kicked directly at Anubis's face like shrapnel.

"Ridiculous! You think you can get past me with such childish tricks!"

Visual deception was completely useless against him.

This body, which was about to die, didn't need to resist anymore. It simply tilted its head slightly to prevent the sand from hitting its brain through its eyes, and then ignored it.

His ability to ignore pain and his skills that surpass the limits of human theory are enough for him to detect changes in his enemy with just his sense of touch, and to defeat the guy in the next few moments of combat.

As for what this body will look like at that time, that's not important.

but!

With a whoosh, the blade that the silver chariot was swinging down was actually launched outwards?

The blade transformed into a streak of light, piercing towards Anubis's head. After being anticipated and dodged, it bounced off the ruins, spinning and slashing at the hand gripping the demon sword at a tricky angle.

"Abandon the blade? How laughable!" With just a slight tremor of his arm, the back of the blade deflected the flying blade.

But as the blade was deflected, bang!
Bones were shattering, flesh was being torn apart, and the body exploded directly from the lower half.

The body controlled by the god Anubis exploded in its entire lower half, with its internal organs bursting outwards.

"I'm sorry..." With an apology, Polnareff withdrew his foot, which was filled with explosive ripple power.

The demon sword was knocked away, spun once in the air, and then embedded itself in the ruins.

Looking at the magnificent demon sword stuck in the ruins, exuding a strange charm, Polnareff restrained himself and did not step forward.

"This knife itself is the true form of the substitute, isn't it?"

"I've heard that there are some strange objects in this world that house the souls of the dead and can control their users. I suppose you must be one of those things."

"I'm sorry, if I were the only one fighting, I might try to tame you, but my companions are still fighting."

Polnareff continued, "I don't want to end up as your puppet."

After he finished speaking, the silver chariot reappeared, and its blade had been restored.

The demonic sword stuck in the ruins panicked upon hearing Polnareff's words. "Damn it! What is this guy trying to do? We have to run! Even being buried under the rubble is better than being destroyed by him!"

Immediately, its blade began to etherealize and was pulled downwards by gravity, attempting to bury itself under the ruins and wait for someone to dig it out in the future.

But the silver chariot had already vanished in a blur, picking it up as easily as chopping vegetables and finely slicing it into minced meat.

The magnificent demon sword was thus transformed into dazzling metallic dust, which scattered with the wind.

Amidst a roar that no one could hear, Anubis, who resembled a dog-headed man, vanished without a trace.

The double of a swordsmith from thousands of years ago, the double that attached itself to the sword after the original body died, mysteriously disappeared after the vessel was completely destroyed.

Seeing the battle had subsided in the distance, Polnareff took a deep breath, his silver chariot enveloped his body, and he sped off towards Dio's location as a blur.

However, during the journey, Polnareff frowned and noticed that the sword of his silver chariot seemed to be slightly different.

(End of this chapter)