"I have enough weapons in my storage space, from pistols to rocket launchers. There's no need to waste energy practicing swordsmanship if a single bullet can solve the problem."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Tang was speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
That blockhead!
She knew that he had a memory of "guns," which were powerful earthly weapons.
She had no choice but to patiently move closer, her nose almost touching his chest, and explain in a way he could understand:
“Brother, you can’t look at cultivation with your old perspective. Let me tell you, the power of sword cultivators is beyond your imagination.”
"For example, a newly initiated Golden Core stage sword cultivator could indeed be killed by the missile you mentioned if he is not prepared."
“But!” Ruan Tang stretched out a fair finger and gently tapped his firm chest.
The soft touch of his fingertips came through the thin fabric, and Yan Yu's body stiffened slightly.
She emphasized, "Once a sword cultivator reaches a high level, such as the Nascent Soul stage, they are capable of destroying a city with a flick of their finger. At that time, your lumps of iron are not even worth mentioning as fire pokers in front of them."
Yan Yu lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the finger that was still touching his heart, his eyes still showing a hint of indifference.
Seeing his expression, Ruan Tang decided to drop a bombshell.
“A high-level swordsman, first of all, his attack speed can surpass that of light, and he can even predict danger. Before you even raise your gun, his sword is already at your neck.”
"Secondly, his attacks are not physical damage as you understand them; they are imbued with laws. For example, they can summon heavenly lightning or directly attack your soul, which your steel contraptions simply cannot defend against."
“The most important point,” Ruan Tang lowered her voice and whispered mysteriously in his ear.
The warm breath brushed against his earlobe, sending a tingling sensation through him that spread from his ear to his entire body.
“Powerful sword cultivators are practically immortal. Even if you blast their bodies to smithereens with the most powerful bombs, as long as a wisp of their sword intent remains, they can be ‘reborn’ and come back to life. So tell me, how are you going to shoot them?”
Yan Yu's pupils shrank to pinpoints in that instant.
Faster-than-light attack...
Law damage...
Sword reborn...
Each word was like a bombshell, exploding in his established worldview and shattering the cognitive system upon which he depended for survival.
“Essentially, sword cultivators are ‘rule-level’ beings; they themselves are the rules.” Ruan Tang, seeing the shock in his eyes, gave her final summary. “And your weapons, no matter how powerful, are still confined to the ‘laws of physics.’ Therefore, once a sword cultivator’s realm breaks through a certain threshold, the modern weapon system of your world will become completely useless.”
After hearing these words, Yan Yu fell completely silent.
A raging storm brewed in his deep black eyes.
For the first time, he was fundamentally shaken by the survival experience he had brought back from the apocalypse.
If what Ruan Tang said is true...
That swordsman truly deserves the title of "strongest".
"I see."
After a long while, he finally spoke in a deep voice.
His voice carried a slight hoarseness that he himself was unaware of, but his eyes ignited with an unprecedented, scorching flame.
Ruan Tang saw the light in his eyes and knew he was moved.
She immediately smiled happily, her eyes crinkling, and took his large hand.
"Come on! I'll take you to a great place!"
She pulled Yan Yu to a weapons storeroom within the spatial realm. (This chapter has been completed. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)
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