Uplifting Journey

As the distance between the two of them shortened, the atmosphere gradually became tense.

"You won't kill me? The tone is quite loud." Polnareff, who had a deep bone wound on his right eye, stared intently at Cheng Bin who was slowly approaching with his remaining left eye, and took a deep breath. After taking a breath, he concentrated all his energy on his stand-in "Silver Chariot", "...'Only a stand-in can fight a stand-in', let me tell you why there is such a sentence."

The knight in silver armor broke away from Polnareff's body amidst Polnareff's muffled groans.

Before the blood dripping from the wound on the main body burst, the swift silver shadow traced a Z-shaped trajectory in the air like lightning, passing through the tree trunk beside Cheng Bin and stabbing him in front of him with a sword.

On the trajectory of the silver chariot, there was no abnormal flow of air, nor did it disturb or damage any branches, leaves and trees. Only when its sword edge approached Cheng Bin's throat, did the sharp scream of a sharp weapon piercing through the air resounded in the air.

But the blade of the silver chariot is faster than sound!

Cheng Bin, who could only see the stand-in through the blurred outline of the silver chariot to isolate Polnareff's body and stabilize his injury, completely missed the target when the stand-in gave up protecting the body at high speed.

If it hadn't been for the silver chariot blade materializing in front of him and distorting the air, causing slight fluctuations in the light, Cheng Bin would have been pierced by the blade without realizing it.

But even if Cheng Bin sensed the attack through the electromagnetic waves at the speed of light, it was too late for Cheng Bin to respond - the tip of the silver chariot's sword was almost materialized against his neck.

In an instant, the figure of the sword piercing the human body and the sound of trees bursting and collapsing sounded at the same time.

Cheng Bin, with one hand on the broken tree stump, looked at the collapsed tree on the side in surprise—he wanted to raise his hand to block the opponent's attack at the estimated position of the sword-holding hand of the silver chariot, but aimed at cutting the air. The attack at the end of the sharp blade missed the target and smashed on the tree trunk beside him.

Polnareff, whose blood was slowly draining, gave a warning: "My silver chariot's movements are precise enough. This attack avoided your arteries, trachea and other vital organs. If you don't want to be seriously injured, you'd better not mess around."

Cheng Bin withdrew the hand that blew up the tree trunk, and looked down at the air in front of his neck thoughtfully: "I'm not that fragile, you don't have to be merciful—but the stand-in is really interesting."

Seeing that Cheng Bin, whose neck was pierced by the slender sword blade, did not show the slightest pain and fear on his face, but curiously groped the air around his neck, Polnareff froze, and then controlled the silver battlefield at high speed. Xuhua drew his sword back around his body.

"You monster." After trying to see the process of the rapid healing of the wound on Cheng Bin's neck, Polnareff, who used the double to restrain the injury, frowned, ".But no matter how special your body is, you are the one without the double. Those who cannot confront the silver chariot head-on——

"Although a substitute is an existence with a stable form, its essence is not ordinary matter. The will of the substitute messenger can arbitrarily decide whether it will materialize and contact with matter. Such a battle is unfair-you can't even see it, If you come into contact with my double, you can only be beaten unilaterally."

"What kind of monster? Compared with my cell-based ability, isn't your thrashing physical double more monster? Hmm... so only the double can touch and attack the non-substantial double?" After smiling, Cheng Bin asked casually.

Polnareff shook his head slightly: "In most cases, this is the case, but the nature of some special types of substitutes is different, and some powerful substitute messengers can reach the substitute through things that extend the body or even the spirit. Obviously, you And I'm not that special case."

Cheng Bin asked curiously again: "What about when your body double materializes? Can the physical force of the non-body body affect your silver chariot? It doesn't mean that the blade of your body body doesn't need to bear the reaction force of my neck, right? ?”

Polnareff was silent for a while before he said in a deep voice: "You are very sensitive. When the substitute obeys the will of the body, the substantive part needs to bear the reaction force. If the strength of your neck muscles can twist steel, it is not a substitute. You, the messenger, do have the hope of twisting the blade of my substitute."

When Polnareff said "the neck muscles twist the metal", he was just jokingly giving an example, but what he didn't expect was that Cheng Bin on the opposite side showed an expression of eagerness to try.

Polnareff, who had a dark secret, was soon stunned to see a large number of lumps on the body of the opposite person, and then one after another, the beetle insects with the ferocious mouthparts like steel pliers twisted and "grown" out of it.

What the hell kind of ability is this? !

Cheng Bin, who had transformed a large number of body cells, immediately disintegrated and disappeared, and a cloud of beetles that made Polnareff sick to the point of scalp numb gathered in front of him, and then scattered and rushed towards him from all directions.

"Damn it, don't underestimate me!" Polnareff yelled with his last breath, and the silver chariot left the body again, and reached the peak state with his spiritual support.

In an instant, the armor on the surface of the silver chariot exploded and peeled off, exposing its skeleton-like body inside.

The silver chariot gave up its defensive power, and its already extremely fast speed suddenly rose to another level. The silver chariot pulled out two slender blades from the air with a raised hand. Numerous shadows erupted from his body.

It was an afterimage formed at a terrifying high speed. Even Polnareff as the main body couldn't fully control the actions of the silver chariot at this moment. He could only follow the instinct formed by his practice of swordsmanship since childhood, and drive the silver blade storm Strangled all around.

In an instant, the vegetation, trees, bamboos, and stones within a radius of five meters were torn apart by the shock waves swayed by the blade, and most of the beetles that attacked Polnareff were cut in half along the center line almost at the same instant, and were followed up Torn to pieces in the sword light.

The bright silver light as if the moon had fallen to the ground did not last long, and the blood overflowing from Polnareff's mouth and nose completely disappeared, and Polnareff, who did not even have the strength to summon a substitute to restrain his injuries, panted rapidly Then, he raised the only left hand he could control and took a look——

Countless wounds appeared on his fingers and wrists at some point, even two of his fingers were missing, and the wrist bones were almost broken. It was a beetle that was partially torn to the point where only its head remained. It was used by the silver chariot after passing through the blade storm. The scars left by biting when the hand was knocked open, simultaneously appeared on his own hand.

"What a powerful mouth." Polnareff looked at the scattered beetle residues on the ground with lingering fear - all the energy of these insects was used to bite back when attacked, although they still failed to bite firmly at high speed , but over time, his stand-in's tough weapon was almost bitten off by these bugs.

In the end, Polnareff, whose energy was exhausted, went black for a while, but before he could think about the follow-up, he was horrified to see the beetles that he had minced into minced meat wriggling and changing into mosquito-sized ones. Flying insects frantically flew and collided together, gathering and transforming into a wriggling meat ball.

Cheng Bin, who had regained his humanoid body, looked down at his shrunken body, and then turned his gaze to the stunned Polnareff, looking back and forth between his injured left hand and the relatively intact severed right hand I looked it up: "Interesting."

It’s nothing more than a stand-in that can transform reality into reality and interfere with matter out of thin air. Under the current physical rules, there are many technologies that can achieve this effect, and their foundations range from subatomic-level technology to high-dimensional power.

Even if Cheng Bin's current software and hardware capabilities are insufficient, he still has some knowledge, and he is not very surprised by the abilities shown by the stand-in.

However, it is a bit strange that the damage received by the avatar will be fed back to the corresponding body parts of the main body. If the avatar is a weapon tool designed and manufactured by someone rather than an entertainment product, this excessive feedback is a completely meaningless redundant function.

Unless the body of the stand-in messenger is closely involved in the operation of the stand-in to some extent, how does the body of an ordinary person get mixed into a stand-in, something that is far beyond the understanding of current human civilization?

"The correspondence between the body of the substitute and the body of the main body, the relationship between the messenger of the substitute and the substitute. It seems that the secret behind this world is much more complicated than I originally imagined. Well, do you want to dig deeper?"