Restart Volume Chapter 208: I Am Just a BUG!

“My path is mine to command!”

Mo Xing’s command rang out, and weapons rained down on Chen Anye like a storm.

Chen Anye snapped back to his senses and unleashed golden elements, forming a massive shield of forged steel around his body.

Chen Anye had possessed an innate talent for golden elements since childhood. After enrolling at the Sacred Void Royal Academy, he had chosen the artillery major—a profession steeped in golden elements and infused with cutting-edge technological precision.

The steel shield was among the most formidable defensive arts in existence. Ordinary strikes from novice weapons felt like nothing more than playful scratches against it.

The incoming barrage was repelled by the impenetrable shield, circling uselessly in the air, unable to breach the barrier no matter how hard they tried.

Mo Xing offered a faint smile. He was still puzzled why the zero-level Mo Xing had transformed so abruptly. The surge of power within him had grown violent, nearing the twentieth tier of the Verdant Wood Rank.

Yet before Chen Anye, who stood at the fifty-second tier of that same Verdant Wood Rank, Mo Xing was nothing but a troublesome child throwing a tantrum.

“Break!”

Mo Xing roared, and the weapons recoiled before launching into a fiercer assault.

“Crack—”

A hairline fracture spiderwebbed across the steel shield! Chen Anye’s heart skipped a beat. He lifted his right hand, and the storage ring on his finger—the “Titan’s Right Ring”—flared with blinding light. A sleek, silver-white heavy cannon materialized beside him.

Chen Anye raised his signature weapon. The instant the shield shattered, the cannon’s muzzle erupted with a torrent of magnetic electricity. Every incoming projectile was violently sucked inward, clashing together in a single mass. Then came the deafening boom of an explosion. The weapons were hurled outward and shattered upon striking the ground.

“Magnetic Tempest Strike,” one of the core skills of the artillery major curriculum at the Sacred Void Royal Academy, commonly employed to counter charging opponents or seize counterattack opportunities. As a second-year artillery major, Chen Anye knew the technique intimately.

What mattered most now was to bring Mo Xing back to his senses. It felt as though the boy had been seized by some malevolent force; his power kept climbing, now pressing against the fortieth tier of the Verdant Wood Rank!

“Reverse!”

Mo Xing roared once more, the blue-purple light in his eyes blazing brighter than before. The sight that truly stunned Chen Anye was the ground itself: shattered weapons began reassembling, piece by piece, rising slowly into the air to prepare for another round of assault!

“Stun Bullet!”

Chen Anye unleashed his skill first. A cyan-white stun round struck Mo Xing with pinpoint accuracy.

Mo Xing collapsed, and the floating weapons plummeted to the ground.

Chen Anye exhaled in relief. Moments later, noisy footsteps approached from nearby. The gap between training fields was narrow, and the commotion had drawn a crowd of curious new students.

“Chen Anye senior brother, what just happened?”

“Isn’t that the zero-level Mo Xing?”

“Could he have challenged you to a duel and gotten wrecked?”

“Haha ha ha ha—how utterly presumptuous!”

The new students burst into laughter. Chen Anye had no idea how to reply. He simply stared at the figure on the ground, replaying the battle in his mind. This Mo Xing was no mere zero-level student. His strength had been close to the fortieth tier of the Verdant Wood Rank. Beyond that terrifying explosive power, he possessed an astonishing ability to repair and reassemble objects. Yet the crystal ball test had registered zero. The contradiction left Chen Anye utterly bewildered.

“Hey! Zero-level pig!” A student kicked Mo Xing. “Still lying there? Get up and eat dinner!”

“Haha ha ha ha ha—”

The classmates howled with laughter.

“Show him respect,” Chen Anye said suddenly. His stern expression silenced the students at once.

“Respect? You’re speaking too politely, senior brother!” The student who had kicked Mo Xing sneered. “I could pin this zero-level pig down and rub him into the dirt!”

Mo Xing’s fingers twitched.

“Oh? Want to fight?” The student laughed. “Let me tell you, I’m already at the twelfth tier of the Verdant Wood Rank—”

Before the words finished, Mo Xing rose and seized him by the collar, hurling him like a sandbag. The body tumbled and rolled more than ten meters across the ground.

The students stared in stunned silence, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

Chen Anye’s face drained of all color. The aura radiating from Mo Xing now surpassed anything he had felt moments earlier, and it had already begun to rival his own.

Mo Xing’s pupils blazed with purple light, carrying an overwhelming killing intent. His hands moved in intricate patterns, and the weapons danced with him in the air. He bellowed:

“Kill!”

The weapons descended upon the new student. Even without considering whether the steel shield could withstand the onslaught, Chen Anye realized he was already too late—the speed was simply too fast!

Just as disaster loomed, the weapons exploded under a sudden missile barrage. A figure descended from the sky, wielding a personal heavy cannon named “Star Wrath Flame.” Behind him fluttered a pair of magnificent wings.

Dragon God’s Wings! Those who had reached the Azure Blue Rank could manifest their power as Dragon God’s Wings, allowing them to soar through the air or engage in aerial combat. The higher the cultivation level, the more spectacular and majestic the wings became. Teacher Tianqi had already attained the second level of the Purple Cauldron Rank, and his Dragon God’s Wings shimmered with an enchanting violet hue.

Teacher Tianqi raised the “Star Wrath Flame” and fired a brilliant blue-white energy bolt at Mo Xing.

As the bolt traveled, it bloomed into countless smaller energy spheres that surrounded Mo Xing, then coalesced into a larger sphere that imprisoned him completely.

“Is this… Ionic Shield?” Chen Anye gasped in astonishment. Ionic Shield was indeed one of the artillery major’s strongest defensive arts, yet he had never witnessed such a precise and calculated deployment before.

“Restricting an opponent’s output is itself a form of defense,” Teacher Tianqi replied calmly as he landed beside Chen Anye and patted his shoulder while gazing at Mo Xing.

“He is also nearing his limit.” Teacher Tianqi said.

“Teacher, why is he acting like this?” Chen Anye turned to ask. Teacher Tianqi shook his head.

“This matter is rather complicated. Contact the academy infirmary immediately!”

…

“Mmm…”

Mo Xing slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a pitch-black void where even his own hand was invisible.

“Mortal, you have finally awakened.”

A deep, ancient voice echoed endlessly through the boundless space.

“Who… who are you? And… where is this place?”

The moment the question left Mo Xing’s lips, the voice responded with a resounding echo.

“This is your spiritual realm.”

A brilliant blue light suddenly blazed from the distant horizon, bathing the entire space in azure radiance.

Mo Xing scanned his surroundings, desperately searching for the source of the voice.

“You have stolen my power. Do you know the crime?”

“What the heck? Can you stop speaking in ancient Chinese?” Mo Xing complained, his scalp prickling. “It gives me the creeps!”

The voice remained silent for a long time.

“Answer me!”

Mo Xing was growing more confused when a translucent blue soul suddenly appeared before him, nearly giving him a heart attack.

“Damn it! Stop scaring me like that!”

“I cannot be helped. After the great war, my body was reduced to ash; only my soul remains.” The soul said.

“What war?”

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