Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 291 The Battle of Flying Weapons
Lin Bo looked at the numerous kill notifications that were refreshing on the information board.

Ordinary rabble minions give only a few hundred or a few thousand kill experience points, while elite templates give tens of thousands. Killing the boss monster, the Colossus Chariot, gives 120,000 kill experience points, which is slightly less than that of the Steel Dragon.

Players across the entire network are generally very valuable, with the strongest approaching the level of a boss and the weak far surpassing elite monsters.

Multiverse adventurers who embark on the Exemplary Path are all capable of standing alone. In battles across many planes, a player team can often play a decisive guiding role, and therefore are often invited to serve as mercenaries to complete tasks that are difficult for local forces to accomplish.

Lin Bo then targeted and killed players from the wicked offspring faction.

The crimson fork that pierced through the steel colossus swayed gently like a reed in the wind, tearing the chariot's thick, tough metal armor to shreds before bursting out of its body.

Having broken free from its majestic and imposing remains, it swam gracefully in the bright atmosphere, like a blood serpent burning with azure flames, radiating a chilling brilliance.

Plasma, imbued with mystical mercury, grants the elementally blessed magical metals a light and swift speed, allowing them to race swiftly and rapidly, while lightning, supported by a rigid skeleton, can split metal and shatter stone, unyielding and indestructible.

Ordinary protective measures are simply ineffective.

Witnessing the leader monster die instantly, the players in the wicked offspring faction were thrown into chaos.

"Go!" Someone turned around and used a movement skill to escape.

No matter how fast they escape, unless they teleport several miles away in an instant, they will be caught up by the lightning and struck through their skulls or cut into four or eight pieces.

An orc warrior turned and charged, his lower body running wildly, while his severed torso fell to the ground.

A bard, using the Mysterious Steps to hide behind a concrete elemental spirit, was cleaved and shattered along with the heavy elemental spirit.

The warlock player, who had transformed into mist and fled, was suddenly struck by lightning that pierced her body and exploded. The intense shockwave tore her misty form apart, forcing her to revert to her original form. In the instant her head spun and flew off.

There was no escape, no avoidance; terror descended from the sky like a torrential downpour. Most despairingly, they still haven't been able to pinpoint the attackers' exact location.

"Why leave? Let's deal with this thing first!" Some players chose to face the challenge head-on.

A Shaper stepped forward from the crowd, his eyes gleaming, muttering incantations. In his right palm, he held a small golden model sword, while his left hand manipulated the warp and weft of the magic net. Abundant magic power gathered in the model sword, which instantly stretched and expanded into a dazzling longsword.

The seventh-circle magic spell, the Demonic Sword of Duncan, is a powerful force field weapon, a divine weapon sculpted by the caster. Online players who master various ingenious techniques unleash even more boundless possibilities from this already formidable force-powered sword.

The Energy Shaper raised his head to the sky and loudly challenged, "You also like using flying weapons, but I'm going to defeat you in your area of ​​expertise. 'Lighthouse Keeper'! Come and fight me! I'll wager my nickname, [Hero of Flying Swords], and see who is the true master of flying weapons!"

The players, who had been shrouded in gloom, were suddenly jolted awake. They all looked at this brave and fierce general, their lost courage rekindled. They shouted towards the sky, loudly challenging him to a duel.

Those who frequent online forums know that many boss monsters have special mechanics that can be persuaded with words to reduce the difficulty.

They were treating the Lighthouseman as a special boss monster.

The remaining monstrous offspring showed no fear, firing upwards. A salvo pierced the atmosphere, and shells and catapults rose into the clouds and disappeared without a trace. All their attacks were futile.

At that moment, the players standing on the ground had the illusion that they were challenging the heavens.

The elusive, ruthless man had clearly accepted the invitation.

The flying red line stopped its rampage and instead hovered in the air, condensing into a slender blood sword. Its sharp point pointed at the energy master, and then it drew a circle on the open ground, just big enough for one person to stand on.

"What does he mean by that?" whispers arose in the group.

"That circle represents the 'Lighthouseman's' position. If the opponent's weapon enters the circle, he loses."

"So, it's possible to win?"

With their hearts pounding like drums, the crowd couldn't help but cheer loudly for their companions.

The Enchantress took a deep breath and sent a message in the faction channel.

[Hero of Flying Swords]: I can't win, you guys get out of here!
The teammates immediately fell silent, exchanging bewildered glances. One player, unwilling to accept defeat, suggested trying to use a force field prison to trap the terrifying weapon.

[Hero of Flying Swords]: It's useless. That thing moves faster than you can think. You don't even have time to cast a spell.

[Hero of Flying Swords]: Now's the time to escape!
The Shaper roared, and the golden sword in his hand whistled as it suddenly flew out of his hand, like a swallow soaring into the air to meet the enemy.

The power of any weapon depends on the user. For spellcasters who do not know martial arts, the Sword of Maddencan is just a gimmick and a fancy trick. But for a sorcerer who loves this art, who studies a large number of weapon techniques and integrates various skills into one, the sharp and solid force field sword can be invincible.

The two swords, one gold and one red, collided in mid-air.

Even the players who had already turned and fled couldn't help but look back. Seeing the two swords clashing, the once invincible and terrifying weaponry had failed to advance an inch, its ferocious power no longer capable of reaping kills like wheat. A cheer and applause erupted in the faction channel.

The sculptor's face showed no trace of a smile; a person who is fully focused cannot smile.

The contest of flying weapons is a very ancient and profound subject in the multiverse. The most basic theory is the "battle line," which is the distance between the weapon and its operator. The greater the distance, the greater the advantage, and vice versa.

Once the enemy's projectiles get close, you can basically admit defeat.

He stared at the blinding lightning, imagining how an invisible swordsman would attack and defend with this weapon.
The next instant, the seemingly straight red sword suddenly curved like flowing water, gracefully bypassing the battle line of the golden sword.

The energy master calmly responded, unleashing an arc-shaped shockwave from his force field sword, directly striking the circle where his opponent was standing. This was an attack on the enemy's forced defense, and also a shameless tactic.

However, the red sword split in two; one part deflected back, shattering the force field wave, while the other part rushed towards the energy master. The balance of power instantly reversed.

He immediately recalled his golden sword and held it in front of him, narrowly managing to block the opponent's attack.

[Hero of Flying Swords] felt cold sweat drip down his back, his mind filled with chaotic thoughts. He glanced around and saw his teammates running away, their figures getting further and further away.

At this moment, a shuttle-shaped bolt of pure lightning pierced through the air, killing off the illegitimate players who were not fast or agile enough.

While fighting his opponent, he still had the leisure to sweep away the escapees and stragglers—how leisurely he was!

Seeing that the desperate plan had failed and the struggle between the trapped beasts was meaningless, the energy master went all out, casting aside all distractions and focusing solely on controlling the force field sword. He moved like a fish navigating the sea, constantly stabbing, slashing, hooking, slicing, and entangled, sticking tightly to the enemy soldiers and gaining a great advantage for a time.

After two brief exchanges, the Enchantress realized that her opponent had not undergone any professional training, lacked finesse in controlling the flying weapon, and simply dodged and evaded set moves and techniques without ever countering them.

Thus, he gradually pushed the battle line forward, inching closer to the circle, slowly reaching for victory.

Just as his battle line was less than half a meter from the circle, the retreating red sword suddenly attacked. The force field golden sword's thrust was easily deflected, its slash was disrupted and deflected, and every subsequent move was simply neutralized.

The sculptor's already burning blood suddenly cooled, his limbs suddenly went numb, and rain poured down on his forehead.

"He learned it?"

"He's learned it!"

"He learned all my moves?!"

The Energy Shaper continued to use his thoughts to power the flying weapon, employing all his skills, tricks, feints, and deceptions, but all to no avail.

The battle line was slowly pushed back to midfield. The fighting spirit was suppressed to its lowest point.

The golden sword twisted in mid-air and suddenly thrust forward. The secret mercury abruptly disintegrated into hundreds of tiny raindrops, flowing, transforming, vibrating, coalescing, and settling, attacking the force field sword from all directions. No technique could withstand such an onslaught.

The sculptor stared intently, feeling as if he were not exchanging blows with a swordsman, but battling against rivers, wind, rain, frost, snow, and thunder.

No wonder the other party had never learned any techniques. A sword needs fixed moves, but what fixed pattern does a wisp of wind have?
The opponent's swords are ever-changing, and there are countless ways to use each form. This is infinite within infinite, how can the skills of mortals possibly exhaust them?
The heavy rain pounded on the sword's spine, sending it flying backward and landing back in the arms of the Shaper.

The battle lasted only a short while. The surrounding players either fled or died, their corpses disappearing, and the monstrous offspring scattered all over the ground withered and broken.

The Sculptor is the only one standing on their own side of the battlefield.

He was speechless, staring blankly at the unattainable circle on the ground.

"Even if I break through that circle, so what? I can't hurt you."

Before the words were finished, a figure appeared in the circle, a three-eyed skeleton wearing a cloak standing calmly.

"You are... the Lighthouse Keeper? You've been there all along?" the Sculptor couldn't help but ask.

The other person nodded slightly, patted his chest, and bowed, saying, "I have learned a great deal, Master."

[The Hero of Flying Swords] finally smiled, held up the golden sword, and bowed deeply in return, "I have learned a great deal, Master. I would like to ask you for guidance."

"Let's switch sides."

"understood."

He reversed the sword tip, pierced his heart, and collapsed to the ground, dead.

(End of this chapter)