When Shen Tianshu tried to launch a final wave of attacks, the Dual Sword Mech suddenly accelerated, cutting into the Merciless Sword Armor's defenses like a whirlwind. Before Shen Tianshu could react, the Dual Sword Mech's two swords had completed a cross-cutting strike, accurately hitting the Merciless Sword Armor's spirit core.

"Boom!" The spirit core was damaged, and the Merciless Sword Armor collapsed on the ring. The system prompted: The battle failed!

Immediately afterwards, a mocking message from the opponent popped up on the screen: "You're at the ninth level of Qi training, but you can't even beat me at the seventh level. Isn't that embarrassing?"

Shen Tianshu stumbled out of the Spirit Realm landing cabin, his face as pale as paper. His fists were clenched, his knuckles white from the force, and his entire body was like a string stretched to its limit.

"Why...why is this happening..." he muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief and deep frustration.

Despite his vastly superior cultivation, he was defeated repeatedly. The firepower of the Twin Talisman heavy artillery, the defense of the Heavy Kai mech, and the agility of the lightweight Twin Sword mech—each defeat was like a sharp blade piercing his pride. The taunts, laughter, and messages lingered in his ears like evil spirits, lingering for a long time.

Outside the ring, the onlookers couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, Master Wuqingjian is so funny! Such a self-righteous genius, but he can't even beat a seventh-level Qi training master!"

"Isn't he the pride of the Immortal Cultivation World? How come he becomes a rookie when he arrives at the Spirit Realm battlefield?"

"It seems that a kendo genius is just like this, hahaha!"

As Shen Tianshu listened to the discussions, his expression gradually changed from anger to pain. He looked down at his shaking hands, his heart churning.

"I am clearly a rare genius in the Shen family, the future master of swordsmanship! Why did I lose to these people? This is impossible... impossible!" He whispered to himself, his voice hoarse with suppression.

For the first time, he began to doubt whether his path of cultivation was truly flawless.

The defeat in the Spirit Realm battlefield wasn't just a loss; it also caused a crack in Shen Tianshu's Dao Heart. His pride and convictions, like the ruthless sword armor in the arena, were shattered by his opponent's single blow, leaving the wreckage scattered across the ground impossible to piece together.

Outside the Spirit Realm battlefield, Shen Tianshu looked so lonely and miserable. The aura of genius he once prided himself on had now become a heavy shackle, tightly binding him...