Shen Tianshu stood in the family meeting room, a faint aura lingering around him, the hem of his robe swaying slightly in the wind. His gaze was stern, his brows furrowed, and his tone was filled with disdain: "Mecha? Such an unorthodox thing is worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as cultivation?"

The family elder across from him was unfazed by his attitude. He stroked his long beard and spoke calmly, "Tianshu, you are a rare talent in our Shen family, but it is undeniable that times are changing. The Spirit Realm battlefield is now an important platform for cultivators to improve their practical combat experience. You only need to use it as a tool to hone your swordsmanship, and don't be bound by prejudice."

"Practicing the swordsmanship..." Shen Tianshu's expression relaxed slightly, a trace of thought flashing across his eyes. He tapped his fingers on the table for a moment, and finally nodded, but his tone was still somewhat reluctant. "In that case, I'll give it a try. But only this once, don't let me waste too much time."

The family elder smiled, as if he had already expected his answer: "Go, remember, your goal is to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, not to be limited to the present."

Shen Tianshu nodded slightly, turned around and left, his back as straight as a sword.

Shen Tianshu sat in front of the login device of the Spirit Realm battlefield, the screen in front of him emitting a soft light. As he reached out and entered the code on the screen, his eyes were filled with a hint of coldness and confidence.

Codename: The Merciless Sword Master.

A flash of light passed through Shen Tianshu's vision, and he felt a moment of trance. When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a desolate desert. Under the scorching sun, yellow sand filled the sky. A metallic city loomed in the distance. The roar of mecha engines occasionally passed by his ears, stirring up a cloud of dust.

He looked down at his mech—the "Ruthless Sword Armor." The black metal shell resembled a layer of exquisite armor, emitting a cold luster. Behind him, a spiritual sword hung quietly, its blade engraved with faint, flowing spiritual patterns. He reached out and felt the subtle spiritual fluctuations emanating from the hilt. A faint smile played on his lips. "Not bad at all."

Following the system's instructions, Shen Tianshu attempted to control the mecha. With a gentle push of the control lever, a faint wave of spiritual energy erupted from beneath the mecha's feet, and it took a steady step forward. His movements gradually became more skilled, each detail mastered with precision and power.

"These operations are mediocre." Shen Tianshu commented in a low voice, with a hint of disdain in his tone. He began to practice swinging the spiritual sword. The blade cut through the air, emitting a low humming sound, and ripples of spiritual energy spread out.

Under the guidance of a novice, Shen Tianshu participated in several novice-level battles. Initially, he operated with a perfunctory attitude, but gradually, his vision became more discerning. During the battles, he discovered that although the level of these opponents was not high, the rules of the Spirit Realm battlefield were extremely strategic, and each battle put forward new requirements for operation and reaction.

On the desert battlefield, Shen Tianshu controlled the Merciless Sword Armor, a pitch-black mech shrouded in spiritual light, moving like a ghost through the yellow sand. His opponents were several virtual AI mechas, each at the eighth level of Qi training. Their nimble movements and precise attacks made them difficult for novices to withstand.

"Is that all?" Shen Tianshu snorted coldly, a hint of contempt in his eyes. He swung his spiritual sword, the blade cutting through the air, slashing towards his opponent with a surge of spiritual energy.

The opponent's mecha tried to retreat, but Shen Tianshu's movements were incredibly fast. He seized an opening, and with a flash of sword light, he struck the opponent's mecha's core with pinpoint accuracy. The virtual mecha lost control, its spiritual energy rapidly dissipating, transforming into a ball of data light and shadow on the ground.

"Nothing more than that." Shen Tianshu controlled the mecha to stand still and shook his head slightly.

The system prompt sounded: "Battle won!"

In just a few battles, Shen Tianshu defeated several virtual sparring mechas in succession. His sharp swordsmanship and calm judgment quickly attracted the attention of players in the bronze zone.

"Who is this? The ninth-level Wuqing Sword Armor? His movements are so clean and neat, he doesn't look like a newbie at all!"

"Could he be sent by some hidden sect? Judging from his swordsmanship, he is definitely not an ordinary person."

"Mr. Wuqingjian... this name sounds very arrogant."

Shen Tianshu glanced coldly at the player comments on the screen and shook his head in disdain: "A bunch of ordinary people who can only talk nonsense." After he said that, he decisively left the battle room, not wanting to waste time on these boring noises.

However, he didn't know that his code name "Mr. Ruthless Swordsman" had quietly made it onto the real-time hot list of the Bronze Zone, and the battle scenes in the desert were quickly captured and uploaded to the forum.

After the battle, Shen Tianshu slowly retreated from the battlefield, controlling the Merciless Sword Armor. His expression remained calm, a hint of arrogance etched within his sternness. His gaze fell on a corner of the battlefield system interface—the Bronze Zone rankings.

He casually clicked on the leaderboard interface, and the names and records on the list appeared one by one before him. The first place code name was "Zero", and the record was clearly visible: 210 wins and 0 losses.

Shen Tianshu raised his eyebrows slightly, a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Zero?" He clicked on the detailed information and found that the other party's mecha information was extremely simple - a basic mecha, the fourth level of Qi training.

"Qi training level 4?" Shen Tianshu couldn't help but chuckle. He shook his head, his tone filled with undisguised contempt, "It seems that this Bronze District is just so-so. Even a basic mecha at the fourth level of Qi training can top the list. It's ridiculous."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for several nearby players to hear. A player who was debugging his mech suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with anger. "What did you just say?!"

Shen Tianshu looked at him expressionlessly, as if he had no interest in arguing. "Zero, Qi training level 4. Perhaps the 'God' in your eyes is nothing but a joke."

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