Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Its indestructible body carries a world-destroying power. Crimson, it floats between heaven and earth, feeling the exhilarating collision of countless wisdoms and the surge of potential within its body. This is the ultimate experience it has never had in its long yet short life.

"What a wonderful gift!" it laughed maniacally, and one of its right fingers suddenly transformed into a lifelike squirrel, darting about nimbly.

This is the terror of its unleashed potential: it can transform into any absorbed life form, replicating all its advantages.

"The ultimate life form should possess all the power of everything!" A scarlet voice reverberated through the air. "The passage to another world remains open. In that world with even greater energy, those wizards and extraordinary beings will surely lead me to even greater heights..."

"However, before that, let's clean up the mess in the original world."

With its powerful senses, it had already locked onto the six people fleeing in the distance.

That faint sign of life was as laughable as an ant in its eyes.

Without saying a word, everyone ran with all their might.

The oppressive feeling emanating from the monster behind them was like Mount Tai pressing down, making it difficult for them to breathe and causing their souls to tremble.

There's no escaping it.

The crimson speed instantly pierced the sound barrier, transforming into a deafening thunderclap, and the distance between it and the six people rapidly decreased.

The surrounding air was compressed to the extreme, condensing into ice crystals, and then instantly vaporized by frictional heat, forming a cone-shaped air wave carrying white mist. Wherever it passed, the rocks were sculpted into flat surfaces by the airflow.

In the blink of an eye, it caught up with the group.

The enormous body hovered in mid-air at supersonic speeds, and the invisible pressure it exerted was as real as a physical force, pressing down on everyone's hearts.

"Only this many have come?" The crimson gaze swept over the six people, full of impatience. "Fine, once I've absorbed your brains, I'll naturally know where the remaining secret warriors are hiding."

Before the words were even finished, water cascaded down like a waterfall, splashing everywhere with a deafening sound.

But it wasn't rain; it was the violent fighting spirit emanating from Scarlet's body.

It was overwhelming, as thick as rock, and as turbulent as a waterfall, instantly enveloping an area of ​​300 meters in radius, turning it into a solid cage of air!

"So-called Qigong is nothing more than a clumsy trick that humans imitated after accidentally glimpsing the tip of my iceberg a long time ago." The scarlet voice was laced with contempt. "However, you mortals have studied it for thousands of years, and you do have some merits."

"Perfect! Let me use my power, thousands of times greater than yours, to destroy your bodies and seize your minds!"

The moment the sound faded, solidified gas surged toward the six people like a tidal wave, distorting and cracking the air wherever it passed.

This terrifying energy will completely crush everything in them except their brains.

Just then, the energy surging towards Su Qi suddenly reversed in a strange way, flowing entirely into his body!

After the martial arts tournament, Su Qi integrated the principles and secret techniques of various schools of boxing, improved the Rejuvenation Style of Renwangquan, and created a brand-new secret technique called Wuzheng Kongkongjue.

The core concept consists of only three words.

Connect, transform, and send!

It can not only deflect the opponent's power, but also absorb and transform it into its own.

But the prerequisite is that one must have sufficient strength to withstand this force. Just as one needs to use minimal force to deflect a great weight, one must also possess considerable strength.

The gap cannot be too large.

This energy was thousands of times stronger than what Su Qi possessed, and it simply couldn't be neutralized.

Even with the body having used the ultimate technique, it couldn't withstand it.

In a maximum of three seconds, Su Qi's body would be pulverized into a mangled mess by this energy.

But that's enough!

send!

Su Qi instantly channeled the energy to the ground beneath his feet, like a transfer station.

In an instant, the ground beneath their feet shattered from the force of the air.

The crimson aura was only a semicircle; if it blasted open the earth, it could tear open a path to survival!

Boom—!

The rocks beneath their feet shattered instantly, the earth collapsed, and a bottomless crack appeared.

"Run! I must survive!" Su Qi roared with his last bit of strength, his body already beginning to crack.

Even if one of them can escape, it would be good!

"it's useless."

Five invisible giant hands suddenly appeared, swatting at the others as easily as swatting mosquitoes, leaving them severely injured, spitting blood, and flying backward.

Having absorbed the wizard apprentice's brain, Crimson had already mastered the ability to cast spells, making it easy for her to manipulate invisible forces.

"Boring."

A massive amount of energy instantly filled the crack in the ground, and the domain transformed into a complete sphere, trapping the six people completely.

The next moment, a deep, bone-revealing sword wound was suddenly slashed open on the scarlet right chest, black blood gushing out, but it healed in an instant.

Although the injury was minor, it piqued Scarlet's interest. It was like being bitten by an ant, which would normally be insignificant, but this ant could actually fly.

"He took a direct hit and still has the strength left?"

Holding the Mo Yuan Greatsword, Luo Kunlun moved swiftly and agilely within the Qi Realm, relying on his extreme speed.

The human body normally exerts no more than 30% of its power, but the Liberation Technique can unleash it completely.

But that's only in theory. Most people's power doubles after learning the liberation technique, meaning that if they can utilize 60% to 70% of their own strength through the ultimate technique, they are already considered excellent.

If Zongwu were to fight desperately, his liberation level could reach around 80%. After learning Luo Kunlun's Zhenjin Body Refinement, his normal level could reach 80%, and if he disregarded everything, it could reach 90%.

This is already a remarkable feat, because apart from the Demon Master who was the founder, no one else has been able to reach the point of 100% liberation.

But Luo Kunlun can. He has a stronger physical body and nanomachines, so he can reach 100% after using the Liberation Technique.

Its strength, speed, and resistance to impact have been increased by more than three times.

Like a boomerang that keeps reflecting, the sword tears through the scarlet flesh, returning and spinning endlessly, the sword light flashing, leaving wounds on the massive scarlet body.

But this is meaningless.

Snapped!

With a casual flick of his wrist, Scarlet sent Luo Kunlun flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the barrier of qi and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Useless." Scarlet said nonchalantly, "I can make countless mistakes, but you can't even once. Besides, I don't even need to track your movements. I just need to fill the entire space with my energy, and you won't be able to escape."

On the other side, Luo Kunlun struggled to get up, feeling waves of intense pain throughout his body.

"Such terrifying strength! A comminuted fracture of the right arm, broken ribs on the right side..."

The nanomachines are rapidly repairing the injury. Combined with the body's strong self-healing ability and the nourishment of battle qi, this injury can be healed in an instant.

But as Scarlet said, it could make him disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Judging from the weapon in your hand and the aura around you, you're not from this world. You're with those outsiders." The crimson gaze locked onto Luo Kunlun, the tone utterly bored. "Although I don't know why you're hanging out with these people, I'm too lazy to investigate."

"I'll give you a chance," it said slowly. "Kneel down and beg for mercy now, and perhaps after I absorb your brain, I can retain a part of your consciousness, allowing you to 'live' in another way."

Upon hearing this, countless thoughts flashed through Luo Kunlun's mind.

This sounds good; surrendering means survival.

As long as you're alive, you can vent all your grievances; as long as you're alive, you have a chance to start over.

What makes a strong person? Is it knowingly facing an invincible opponent and still striving to win, or is it surviving even at the cost of losing face?

One values ​​dignity too much, the other values ​​life too much.

Setting aside their pride and enduring hardship, three thousand Yue soldiers were able to conquer Wu.

Brave and diligent, determined and resolute, fighting with one's back to the wall.

Undeniably, both are strong.

Being brave and fearless makes one a strong person, and achieving final victory also makes one a strong person.

Because the definition of strength is different.

However, for someone to be considered a strong person by both their contemporaries and later generations in both ways, both their own abilities and the opportunities of the times are indispensable.

Ordinary people, or even exceptional individuals with different circumstances, often fail to become strong through these two methods.

They either become spineless, or they are too rigid and easily broken, dying before they can grow up.

The genius is on the left and the madman is on the right. Luo Kunlun is neither a madman nor a genius. His achievements today are due to nanomachines.

He is an ordinary person, a truly ordinary person.

They can be happy over small things, and frustrated by setbacks; they can have aspirations for the future, and anxiety about reality.

They also value their lives.

Ordinary people will endure as long as they can survive, even if they are subjected to various forms of inequality.

Now, kneeling and begging for mercy might offer a chance to survive.

He should do this because he values ​​his life.

But he refused to.

He's not spineless.

Ordinary people can also bounce back from rock bottom, just like the uprisings that broke out everywhere at the end of a dynasty.

Most of the farmers who used to be compliant refused to stand up for themselves, determined to smash everything and start over, even if it meant death.

The worst that can happen is death, but a desperate fight could be the only way to escape this predicament!

This is going from one extreme to another, and it's also an awareness that most ordinary people can have.

Those who go even higher are the noble ones.

To achieve victory, they used their bodies to block enemy gun emplacements; engulfed in flames, they remained motionless even unto death...

Great, but Luo Kunlun didn't consider himself that noble.

He likes "China".

It wasn't a compromise; he wanted both dignity and life.

To grasp both at the same time requires strength!

Only the strong can live with dignity and integrity.

The weak cry out in despair, but no one cares.

The powerful spoke in a low voice, and the world was astonished.

Becoming stronger means standing up for yourself; he has cultivated to this day so as not to be a coward.

When ordinary people encounter injustice, they want to intervene but dare not. If someone trains and achieves success but still dares not intervene, then what's the point of training?

Therefore, at this point, rather than abandoning your dignity and gambling on the other party giving you a chance, it's better to die standing!

Like the countless ordinary people who rose up in rebellion at the end of dynasties, the worst that could happen to them was death.

If you're not afraid of death, what's there to be afraid of in front of you?

This is Luo Kunlun's realization.

It was at this moment that he summarized his three lifetimes.

In that instant, his state of mind underwent a dramatic change; there was no anger, no fear, only utmost calm and determination.

He knew what he had to do.

......

On the west coast of the Wizarding Continent, stands the Tower of the Four Elements.

Inside the towering wizard tower, in the core council chamber, three blurry phantoms floated in mid-air, emanating a chilling aura.

Their gazes were fixed, almost tangible, on the black-robed wizard, Saran, standing below.

"Saran," the leading phantom spoke first, its tone laced with an unquestionable accusation, "is merely a low-level plane devoid of any extraordinary energy. Why have you spent so much time failing to completely eradicate it?"

"The Tower's public resources are not a bottomless pit," the illusory figure on the left added, its tone full of impatience. "The Wizard Lord is currently leading his people on an exploration, hoping to one day discover the Astral Plane, a journey that is incredibly costly. If you dare to drag the Tower's finances into this quagmire, you will bear the punishment upon the Wizard Lord's return!"

Saran bowed slightly, his face beneath his black robe revealing no emotion, but his voice was calm yet resolute: "Rest assured, everyone, I have my own plans."

He slowly raised his hand, and a faint light appeared in his palm, illuminating the phantom of the Secret Martial World: "That world once gave birth to what the natives call the 'God of War,' whose essence is a higher breakthrough in spirit and state of mind. This is recognized by all the heavens and myriad realms as the most difficult kind of cultivation to achieve."

"If such beings leave the barren environment of their original world and enter a place rich in extraordinary energy, their strength will inevitably soar on the spot."

"So I used the crisis of world destruction to put pressure on them, hoping to force out a second 'God of War'. If we can capture such an existence and analyze the insights gained from his breakthrough in his state of mind, it will be an immeasurable benefit to the Tower."

"Even if things don't go as planned, I will bear all the losses from this operation."

His words were so impeccable that the three elders' illusory figures remained silent for a moment before slowly dissipating into the air, clearly convinced by him.

But no one knew that a strange light flashed in Saran's lowered eyes.

The so-called "God of War" was just an excuse he used to appease the elders.

His true target is the mysterious and unpredictable Crimson Ancestor deep within the Secret Martial World.

The life secrets and potential contained in that thing are far more tempting than a so-called "God of War".

Moreover, so-called state of mind, beliefs, and willpower are nothing more than self-indulgent sentiments of the weak.

Even without that, the strong remain strong!

......

Within the area, Luo Kunlun loosened his grip on the greatsword, letting the weapon fall to the ground.

Scarlet sneered at the sight.

But then it stopped laughing.

What is that person doing?

Luo Kunlun clenched his fists at his waist, his posture upright, his fists pressed against his sides, gathering his fighting spirit around him.

No, there seems to be something there.

It looked like some kind of humanoid phantom.

"What... what is this?"

While still conscious, Shi Xia suddenly widened his eyes. For some reason, he felt that Luo Kunlun at this moment resembled the statue of the God of War he had seen before.