The spiritual battlefield resembles a vast galaxy. Within this boundless virtual space, hundreds of battlefields unfold simultaneously, the collision of light and shadow weaving a magnificent canvas. The intersection of spiritual energy and mechanical power creates dazzling sparks, like the exploding stars. This is the pinnacle fusion of immortal cultivation and technology, a miracle known as the "Virtual Mecha Battle World."
This game, created by the elders of a long lineage of immortal cultivators and top engineers from the tech world, utilizes an aura engine to power a virtual network, seamlessly integrating a cultivator's aura perception with mecha control. It's not only a crucial tool for cultivating cultivators' control abilities, but also a stage for the next generation of geniuses to showcase their talents and compete for glory. Here, resources and skill are crucial to victory. Luxurious mechas imbued with aura and sophisticated equipment often crush those of simpler, more basic models, while the geniuses who pilot these mechas showcase their strength, talent, and wealth to the fullest.
Today, the focus of this virtual death arena is undoubtedly Ling Ruoxi, the prodigy from the immortal cultivation family.
A streak of light cut through the sky in the center of the battlefield, and the "Sky Sword" mecha descended like a meteor from outer space. Crafted entirely from the finest spiritual ores and rare spiritual materials, it exuded a chilling, cold aura of oppression. Aura patterns swirled across the mecha's surface like flowing water, and the pale blue blade's edge hinted at a destructive edge. In the cockpit, Ling Ruoxi's figure was shrouded in light and shadow. Her aura fused with the mecha through the controls, imbuing the cold battle weapon with life, its every movement flowing like flowing water.
A resounding voice echoed through the virtual battlefield: "Ling Ruoxi, Qi training level nine, the prodigy pilot of the Sky Sword mecha! Her current win rate is 100%, unbeatable! Her flying sword system, whether in close combat or long-range, is known as an absolute killer on the battlefield!"
Amidst the frenzy of watching the battle, Ling Ruoxi's gaze penetrated the screen and stared at the opponent's mecha - a bulky intermediate mecha with an old appearance and slow movements, which was obviously at a disadvantage.
With a crisp "start" sound, the Sky Sword suddenly moved!
The mecha's shoulder blade wings unfolded, and three flying swords shot out like meteors, tearing through the void and causing a deafening sonic boom. Virtual spiritual energy exploded into a dazzling ball of light at the impact. The spectators around the battlefield held their breath, staring at this fatal blow.
Silver light streaked across the battlefield, striking the opponent's aura shield in the blink of an eye. A sharp crackling sound echoed, and the intermediate mecha's shield shattered like a mirror. Ling Ruoxi didn't hesitate. The Sky Sword spun in mid-air, and a ray of sword light slashed out, precisely sweeping through the center of the opponent's mecha.
"Boom!" The loud sound of metal breaking was accompanied by sparks of spiritual energy. The opponent's mecha was cut in half in an instant, and the wreckage fell everywhere.
"Ling Ruoxi has once again demonstrated her prodigy style! The Cang Qiong Sword's flying sword system is unparalleled, and this attack is simply perfect!" The commentator's voice was filled with excitement, while the audience erupted in deafening cheers and exclamations.
The battle was not over yet. More challengers poured into the battlefield, but neither the light mecha's nimble attack nor the heavy mecha's thick defense could shake Ling Ruoxi's Sky Sword.
She wielded spiritual energy as a blade, each strike precise, sharp, and even possessed an indescribable grace. The ripples of spiritual energy on the battlefield were completely controlled by her, and the Sky Sword transformed into a true divine sword, slicing through all obstacles. In just a few minutes, dozens of mechas fell one after another, leaving behind only virtual afterimages like smoke.
In the center of the battlefield, the Sky Sword stood still, its wings slightly retracted, its spiritual energy flowing like mist. It stood there like an unshakable statue of a god of war. Deafening cheers erupted from the audience, and Ling Ruoxi's name had become the most dazzling symbol of this virtual battlefield.
This is not the end, but only the beginning. The brilliance of the Tianjiao is destined to shine even brighter.
In the virtual battlefield, the commentator's voice was slightly hesitant: "Next, it's the last mecha - the basic model." His tone revealed a hint of helplessness and confusion that was hard to conceal. "This... is an ordinary basic mecha?"
The scene switched to a battlefield, revealing a shabby, basic mech slowly emerging. Its surface was covered in mottled marks, and even a few noticeable cracks could be seen at its joints. Its spiritual energy was faint, like a dying lamp. Compared to the overwhelmingly imposing Sky Sword, the difference was as star-like as dust compared to the stars.
Laughter rang out in the audience barrage.
"How many seconds can this piece of junk last?"
"Pilot Zero? They don't even have a name. What a joke."
Ling Ruoxi, who was in the cockpit, showed no sign of nervousness. Her gaze was as cold as ice, and her tone was filled with disdain: "A mecha of this rank dares to challenge me?"
The Sky Sword activated, its wings suddenly spread wide, and three flying swords shot out like meteors, piercing space with a shrieking sound as they swooped down on the base mecha. The spiritual energy in the air rippled violently, as if the entire virtual battlefield was trembling with this fierce attack.
However, just as the flying sword was about to hit the target, the basic mecha actually moved.
Its movements were incredibly simple. It gently stepped forward with its left leg, leaned slightly, and then lifted its right arm. As if pulled by an invisible force, the entire mecha narrowly avoided three flying swords. Silver sword beams grazed its mecha, and aftermath of spiritual energy exploded behind it, emitting a dazzling brilliance.
Ling Ruoxi's pupils suddenly constricted. The Sky Sword's flying sword system was renowned for its speed and precision, and her control was unmatched. Yet, how could such an attack be so easily avoided by a basic mecha?
Without a moment's hesitation, Ling Ruoxi quickly adjusted her tactics with her Sky Sword. The wings folded, transforming into two sharp, radiant blades. The Sky Sword transformed into a streak of azure light, charging towards the base mecha with a terrifying sense of oppression. Close combat was her forte.
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