I am a mindless machine.

With a deafening roar that shook the very air, yet another goblin factory collapsed.

Countless steel bars, cement blocks, and the wrecked remains of standard production equipment were scattered in the air. The dust and smoke from the explosion blocked out the light and obscured all vision.

Then, in the next instant, all these obstacles were cut down.

Ronnie wielded his greatsword with ferocious movements. The goblin's manufacturing process wasn't the kind of magic where a single hammer blow turns steel into a finished product; it involved creating the finished product with hundreds or even thousands of blows per second. It was because the speed of weapon manufacturing was so incredibly fast that it created the illusion to others that only one blow was struck.

In other words, for goblins, breaking the sound barrier with their bare hands is the most basic thing in the world! What's more, he is the strongest among goblins, a man who has reached the realm of gods through his imagination!

It was a strike that almost defied the limits of time, and the electronic acceleration and spatial cleaving techniques engraved on the greatsword were proudly proclaiming its presence to the world.

The already fragmented space could only groan helplessly as this second brutal tearing occurred!

Boom!

From the flames of the second explosion, a naked young girl gracefully emerged. Her body was now covered in complex mechanical devices, the contrast between her soft, white skin and the cold machinery creating an extreme aesthetic.

Countless streams of information flashed in her clear, bright red eyes—a phenomenon that occurs when the machine-type creatures analyze and imitate.

The next second, a massive, sharp iron sword materialized in the girl's hand. She flipped over, landing on a huge, airborne boulder as a temporary foothold, and then—using the exact same movements and techniques as Ronnie—she unleashed a strike.

Thus, the factory space was torn apart for the third time amidst a trembling, almost weeping atmosphere.

Boom!!!

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"Woman...are you underestimating me?"

Ronnie planted his greatsword in the ground, then his hands slid down from either side of the sword as if caressing it, separating the two longswords which he gripped tightly. No matter how strong he was, after that brief eight-minute battle with an even stronger opponent, he couldn't possibly be unscathed. His cloak was tattered, and his clothes were torn in many places, revealing his well-defined, bronze muscles beneath.

His face was grim, his deep brows furrowed, a hint of anger simmering within them: "I've been fighting with all my might, and you're still deliberately holding back. Aren't you seriously underestimating me?"

In the battle just now, no matter what skills he used, how profound his martial arts were, or how complex and dazzling his imprinting techniques were, the girl would perfectly imitate and counterattack them all in a mere second, as if mocking his lack of utility. In this life-or-death battle, his potential was also pushed to the limit, growing significantly every moment, but no matter how much he improved, the girl would immediately catch up.

What's even more baffling is that the girl is different from the machine-type creatures described in the records. Even when encountering a trap for the first time, she doesn't mechanically and foolishly step into it, but instead relies on her instincts to avoid it... It's as if she possesses something that machines shouldn't have, an almost intuitive ability.

This feeling of fighting against an enhanced version of himself further confirmed that his initial decision—to never come into contact with or fight against Machines—was an extremely wise one.

He is now feeling an unprecedented surge of excitement as he confronts a formidable adversary.

However, one thing at a time.

Ronnie was furious; his very soul was burning with this indescribable rage.

However, this wasn't because the goblin capital was destroyed in a sneak attack—a trivial matter. Because, frankly, the goblin capital? —Let it be destroyed, he didn't care at all!

After all, the important strategic resources preserved in the capital are only about 15 percent of the total number of goblins, and that is even including the Creator Okan's divine furnace, which can provide unlimited energy (and the divine furnace can be moved at will, so it is probably less than 10 percent).

The logic is incredibly simple. Just put yourself in their shoes: this is a brutal war with absolutely no rules! Putting all the important resources in one place is like announcing to all races, "Come and attack us! If you break through, our race is doomed!"

That's such an idiotic thing to do. Anyone with a brain wouldn't do that, right? (laughs)

Back then, the genius of the Forest Elf race, Sink Nielbaren, just wanted to kill Ronnie, so he directly detonated the Void Zero Blessing, which had the power of a marrow explosion, in his own capital without even blinking an eye, and razed his own capital to the ground.

Moreover, the goblins possess submarine fleets capable of transporting large quantities of equipment... They could empty the capital of all its valuables in less than half an hour. Building a new capital would only take this gifted race half a month, and Yun You's attack just now didn't kill any important talents—frankly, so far, the losses, apart from being visually shocking, are practically insignificant.

It's like a prank by an ill-mannered child; it's just incredibly annoying!

So, while Ronnie was already annoyed by the theft of the capital, what bothered him even more was discovering that Yun You had been holding back all along.

More unacceptable to him than death was the fact that his opponent looked down on him, a sentiment born of arrogance. If he knew he couldn't win, he would certainly try his best to escape; he didn't want to die. But the fact that his opponent wasn't even using their full strength was unacceptable!

Faced with Ronnie's angry questioning, Yun You discarded the broken machinery from their recent exchange of blows and replied, "[Negative] I'm fighting with all my might right now. If I'm not careful, it's not surprising that you could kill me."

"Don't be ridiculous! The amount of spirits you're releasing right now is only at the level of a normal goblin, isn't it? What about that compressed spirit cannon from the beginning?"

"[Reply]...The shelling at that time was just an act of venting, a response to your rude words and actions. You don't have to take it to heart."

Just as Ronnie was thinking to himself, "Oh, I think I'm hallucinating. So that bombardment that could instantly vaporize the entire factory and everyone inside was just a girl's cute, coquettish retaliation!", Yun You spoke again: "[Further reply] Right now, you and I are engaged in a battle (game). If I use combat power (cheats) that exceeds my limits, I'm ruining the game experience."

In order to gain more leverage in this great battle, Yunyou needs to become stronger.

However, if Yun You only wants the quickest way to become stronger, he only needs to deliberately provoke powerful beings, such as the Dragon Spirit—and then run away without fighting at all, using the superior performance of his body to imitate all the moves they use. By lying low and waiting, he can naturally become incredibly powerful in the end.

But doing that would be exactly the same as the situation with the Skywing race. The power gained through such means is only partial and illusory.

Therefore, she must strengthen herself in all aspects.

For example, suppress your energy to the same level as your opponent, and then compete in what your opponent is best at.

The girl mimicked Ronnie's movements, drawing two swords from her greatsword and gripping a sharp longsword in each hand. A flicker of fighting spirit ignited in her usually calm eyes. In this intense and thrilling battle, her emotions were gradually reawakening. This was another reason why she deliberately took risks, exposing herself to high-risk situations.

"【Declaration】Well then, Ronnie Dorobnier, let's begin the second round of the battle (game)."

As that melodious voice spoke, the battle horn was sounded once again!

Chapter Fifty: This can be described as the best combat environment.

The entire city of the goblin race, a bustling industrial metropolis with a radius of over a hundred miles, would only evoke one feeling in anyone who saw it at this moment—is this the junkyard of some high-tech planet?

Most of the places where one could stand had long since collapsed into piles of scrap metal under the continuous explosions. Looking around, one could even see steel skyscrapers cleaved in two. Traces of melting remained at the cut points, scars left by iron swords with temperatures exceeding 5000 degrees Celsius.

The goblin race's key personnel and equipment had all been transported away during the prolonged battle. In other words, this place is now a unique, large-scale amusement park belonging only to the two people involved in the battle.

Two figures, so blurry they were barely visible, darted swiftly through countless steel bars and blocks of iron, leaving deep imprints on the buildings constructed of superalloy metal. They defied gravity, defied space, defied the laws of physics—they were simply demonstrating to the world just how brilliant they were!

Whoosh—Boom!

The sharp longsword sliced ​​through the air, and a second later, the air seemed to realize it had just been pierced, erupting in a violent explosion. But by then, the man who had just wielded the one-handed longsword had already leaped to the next battlefield at an even faster speed.

But in the next instant, the next guest arrived—Yun You, also holding a slender one-handed sword, strode across the collapsed building ruins, her figure flashing by like a shooting star across the night sky. She stomped her feet repeatedly, each step giving her greater speed.

Then, she gripped the longsword at her waist, lightly grasped the hilt with her hand, and casually swung the sword forward—

The highly concentrated, compressed elf enveloped the entire sword, creating an unparalleled, deadly blue light!

"Tsk!" Damn it, there's no dodging this. Ronnie clicked his tongue, then had no choice but to turn and face the girl's sword strike. With supersonic speed, even faster, he held the longsword horizontally in front of his chest. He wasn't trying to defend; the attack the girl was using was the same skill he'd used ten minutes earlier. As a user of that skill himself, he knew perfectly well that such a sharp strike was impossible to defend against. Therefore…!

Ronnie grinned, a ferocious smile like that of a dying beast. Then, with a single hand, he instantly dismantled the longsword in his hand into countless small knives.

If it can't be defended against, then I'll just use an even more absurd attack to shatter it! Bastard!!

Countless daggers danced in the air, like the most skilled magician manipulating playing cards to demonstrate a technique capable of astonishing the world. Connected by countless elven incantations, the daggers, like a soft, delicate cloth, spun rapidly in a cone shape around Ronnie's right hand—a speed so fast that even Yun You couldn't fathom it, forming a terrifying, drill-like distortion. A flame, a natural innate trait of the goblin race, burned on this drill, a temperature powerful enough to melt anything!

"Smash it, you bastard—!!"

Ronnie let out a blood-boiling roar, then swung his fist fiercely, using the high-speed spinning blade drill to meet Yun You's slash!

————!

Space cracked and sprang to life at a visible speed—and then shattered.

This is not a metaphor; it is simply stating reality.

The two incredibly powerful attacks collided, and the resulting energy explosion forced the two at the center to simultaneously retreat. Yun You threw out her longsword, and Ronnie abandoned his smaller knives. The two vanished like phantoms.

Boom! ...

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Damn it, this monster.

He wiped his eyes, which were obstructed by his arm, and stuck out his tongue. The salty taste spread across his tongue.

That was the taste of blood, my own blood.

In the latest explosion, Ronnie's head was struck by a supersonic steel block launched by the girl. Despite his best efforts to dodge, he couldn't completely escape the girl's meticulously calculated attack and could only minimize the damage.

His silver monocular eyes shone with an unprecedented clarity. Under the pressure of this life-or-death crisis, the so-called limit was as non-existent as toilet paper. He dared to assert that he was now more than twice as strong as he was before the war!

But even so, it's still not enough, far from enough.

That girl was undoubtedly a monster.

No matter what martial arts technique he unleashed to its fullest potential, his opponent could instantly imitate it—and counterattack with unparalleled skill. And just now, Ronnie even witnessed his opponent fuse two of his martial arts techniques into one, meaning she wasn't just capable of imitation... She, a machine devoid of emotion, was actually creating!?

What kind of joke is this?!

While she did adhere strictly to the rules and didn't use any energy beyond the limits of the goblin race, her very existence was already a violation of normal rules!

Ronnie inwardly screamed, but dared not linger for a moment. Forcibly suppressing the urge to faint, he sprinted to the next location amidst the explosions. He was currently moving in a state of accelerated time, otherwise, even the chase with Yun You would have been impossible. His shirt was completely torn, revealing his muscular upper body, which bore many burn marks—marks Ronnie had burned himself to prevent excessive blood loss after being slashed.

A flash of light, and the greatsword, his special spiritual weapon, reappeared in his hand. However, compared to before, the greatsword, like himself, was now missing and damaged in many places.

Each of his weapons is engraved with an automatic return function, ensuring that he can switch to different weapons at any time depending on the situation without having to worry about the outer shell... but there's no way to fix things that are already damaged.

Now, his forces have been reduced to one-third of their original strength. The situation is extremely precarious.

However, there is no problem.

If it were me now, I could definitely do it!

"Whoosh—" Ronnie paused his breathing, conjured a hammer from his greatsword, and then, in less than a second, slammed it down on a huge iron block protruding from the ground.

"!?!" Yun You, who was in the middle of the chase, was startled and stopped flying forward.

The bluish-purple flames engulfed everything in front of her, and the intense heat caused the nearby steel to melt instantly into pools of molten iron that emitted high temperatures and toxicity.

The trap device itself, which emitted extremely high-temperature flames, was also rapidly destroyed by the intense heat that even it could not withstand.

Undoubtedly, if Yun You hadn't listened to her instincts, she would have suffered unprecedented damage, if not death. Even a Skywing wouldn't have survived such a horrific temperature attack. It was terrifying.

—The enemy manufactured weapons during the battle—and they were weapons beyond their specifications.

Yunyou calmly analyzed the situation. Of course, this wasn't the first time the other side had created weapons during the battle. In fact, Ronnie had created weapons to hinder the girl multiple times during the battle just now. After all, this was the capital of the goblin race, and the one thing they had no shortage of was raw materials (steel).

However, those were all hastily completed works under duress, and could only serve as temporary obstacles; they were unlikely to harm her life.

But the trap we just encountered was different—it was an unbelievable growth that transcended dimensions.

Seeing the girl's first serious expression, Ronnie smiled gleefully. His smile was fierce yet exhilarating.

"Woman—since you say you want a fun battle (playing games), then I, your great master, will do my best to satisfy your request. Since you're willing to lower your own performance, don't end up scaring yourself to death by me!"

He wielded a hammer—no, a greatsword used as a hammer—and relentlessly manufactured one unprecedented weapon after another.

The goblin race's creativity stems from their imagination, so logically they should have easily become the strongest race in this battle—but they didn't. Even after Ronnie appeared, they had only just completed their weaponry (Marrow Burst), which was powerful enough to kill gods.

Why is that? Their potential for growth should be limitless, so what's limiting their development?