Chen Tiangan stood still on the light barrier, watching the battle inside. Chen Tian's primary focus was the fight between Bing Tianning and Jian Yu Long. He wasn't worried about Chen Mei, as she was a level ninety-nine Bai Lie class, while her opponent was only level fifty, posing no threat.
Bing Tianning's arm instantly grew a mechanical longsword. Seeing this, Jian Yu Long also drew his waist sword, and the two clashed instantly, crossing each other with remarkable speed.
A sword mark appeared on Bing Tianning's body. Jian Yu Long turned to face Bing Tianning, his expression turning serious. How could her body be so tough? His weapon was a Bai Xing level weapon, and it hadn't even broken through her defense.
Jian Yu Long then focused intently on Bing Tianning. He had thought he could defeat her in one strike, but her body was unexpectedly resilient. Bing Tianning's arm sword then snapped.
Chen Tian had manufactured Bing Tianning's body using compressed materials, but her weapons had not. Thus, she was no match for a Bai Xing level weapon in a collision. Chen Tian watched without concern, as he knew Bing Tianning would win. The reason would soon become clear.
Bing Tianning turned to face Jian Yu Long, their eyes meeting. Jian Yu Long sheathed his longsword, his fists now radiating terrifying power.
Chen Tian spoke, "Oh! Is your sub-profession something like a pugilist?"
In the game 'Shikoku Ji Yuan,' players at level seventy could choose a sub-profession, enabling dual-class combat. Jian Yu Long was now utilizing the abilities of his pugilist sub-profession, his fists imbued with condensed power. He launched his fists, the terrifying speed and power erupting before Bing Tianning.
Bing Tianning's eyes widened, and a light barrier instantly appeared before her. When his fists struck the barrier, cracks spread across it. Simultaneously, mechanical plating formed a golden armor on Bing Tianning's hand, and she threw a punch.
With a boom, a shockwave spread outwards. Bing Tianning and Jian Yu Long looked at each other. Cracks began to appear on Bing Tianning's mechanical golden fist.
Jian Yu Long exerted force, and Bing Tianning was sent flying backward. Jian Yu Long then said, "Give up! My fists can compress a hundred times the force. Your body can't withstand this punch."
Bing Tianning said nothing. With a thought, the cracked metal materials began to repair themselves. Chen Tian had anticipated this, and when designing Bing Tianning's body, he had incorporated self-repair capabilities. As long as Bing Tianning didn't die, even if her entire mechanical body was dismantled, it could be instantly reassembled and repaired.
Seeing her arm perfectly restored, Jian Yu Long then said, "Then I'll fight until you run out of energy to repair yourself."
He then launched his fists, this time accompanied by a tiger's roar. Jian Yu Long seemed to transform into a fierce tiger.
Chen Tian now understood his profession: a sub-branch of the combatant class, the Wan Quan Jia.
The Wan Quan Jia was a profession that could wield the power of a hundred beasts, combining the strengths of various beast races into their fist techniques. They had no fixed skills, but a multitude of abilities, with their effects triggered by different fist techniques according to their design.
This punch, the Tiger Roar Fist, had an armor-piercing effect and embodied the fierce characteristics of a tiger.
As the fist lunged towards Bing Tianning, her eyes analyzed the data. Numbers flickered. With a turn, a simple pivot, a figure shot past him, narrowly missing.
Jian Yu Long couldn't believe his attack had missed. He hadn't expected the opponent to calculate his attack trajectory.
Jian Yu Long looked at Bing Tianning. This was a difficult opponent.
Her eyes could predict his attack positions. Jian Yu Long had intended to use a feint. The Tiger Roar Fist was merely a deception; his true killing move was the Spirit Snake Fist.
As Bing Tianning dodged, her evasion was not of the Tiger Roar Fist's intended trajectory but of the Spirit Snake Fist.
Just as the Tiger Roar Fist was about to hit Bing Tianning, Jian Yu Long changed his move, transforming it into the Spirit Snake Fist. He rapidly unleashed several punches in another direction before returning to the Tiger Roar Fist's position, feigning it was the Tiger Roar Fist.
However, Jian Yu Long had never imagined that the opponent could calculate that his Tiger Roar Fist was harmless and, furthermore, predict the attack trajectory of the Spirit Snake Fist, dodging it entirely.
The Spirit Snake Fist, as its name suggested, made Jian Yu Long's fists as flexible and fast as a spirit snake. His fist techniques were equally agile. But he had never expected Bing Tianning to predict the attack's trajectory. It was unbelievable.
Could technology reach such a level? It was inconceivable. Predicting his attack position and evading it in advance. Not a single punch of his Spirit Snake Fist landed.
Chen Tian smiled from outside. This update represented a qualitative leap. Bing Tianning's mechanical body and processor were already powerful, and with Chen Tian's enhancements, even at level fifty, she could challenge a level seventy Bai Lie class opponent.
Chen Tian had added the capability of thought calculation. He had set up the calculation abilities, and combined with Bing Tianning's powerful neural machine, it could fully support the operational demands of calculation.
With a machine that could perform calculations like Chen Tian's, and given that her existing machine could already calculate enemy attacks and weaknesses, adding a calculation ability was akin to having a miniature Chen Tian.
Bing Tianning became even more formidable. She stepped forward, and countless vortexes erupted from her calves, spraying air currents towards Jian Yu Long.
Jian Yu Long faced the charging Bing Tianning, unleashing his fists. His terrifying fists, like heavy mountains, surged towards Bing Tianning.
Wan Quan Jia: Elephant Mountain Fist!
It possessed immense weight while retaining its power, charging directly at Bing Tianning.
Bing Tianning's eyes flickered with numbers. She leaped, gliding over his fists, and descended from above. Her hands extended, transforming into longswords and stabbing downwards.
Seeing the longswords, Jian Yu Long instantly clashed his forearms together, forming a shield-like barrier resembling a turtle shell.
Wan Quan Jia: Mystic Turtle Fist.
A primarily defensive fist technique. Bing Tianning's attack struck it with only a crisp clang.