The Other Side of Deep Space

"Old Chen, don't think so extreme. No one wants to kill them all. In the end, it's just a competition to promote competition and ultimately achieve the goal of common progress." The old man in Tang suit said gently, trying to downplay this problem.

"Isn't it clear to me whether anyone wants to completely suppress the old art?" Old Chen said coldly.

"Old Chen, you are still so stubborn. After the death of the four old masters of the old art, there are only you and a few others who are still strong and have ideas in this field." The old man in Tang suit shook his head, showing calmness in his calmness, and speaking with confidence.

Old Chen said: "Chang Heng, you are very confident. Since you feel that you have found a bridge to the extraordinary, the leap in strength has made your character no longer introverted."

The old man in Tang suit is named Chang Heng. He also has short hair, which is black and thick. Except for a few wrinkles on his face when he speaks, he does not look old. His eyes are deep and there is a kind of strength from the heart.

The most surprising thing is that at this time, there is a faint halo on his body, as if he is attached with some mysterious power, which makes people feel palpitating and has a sense of transcendence.

He stood on the gray-brown frozen soil, with a hazy light emitting from his body. Not far behind him was a cold warship, which gave a sense of the coexistence of myth and technology.

Many people's hearts were pounding. In the past few decades, there have been many new species in Nova, and only in recent years have they gradually emerged. They were brought out from somewhere.

It is reported that the new technique is also related to that place!

If you look closely, the time is really not short.

"It's been a long time, do you want to fight me for the second time?" Old Chen walked forward.

Obviously, the battle between the new technique and the old technique has happened a long time ago, and the duel was very fierce, but outsiders don't understand it.

The old man in Tang suit, Chang Heng, shook his head and said, "No, I'm only doing theoretical research now."

Everyone was stunned.

"Just do it, and see if the declining old technique can still emit the last residual heat!" Someone in the distance shouted directly and unceremoniously.

He was three meters tall, with a strong physique. He was holding a black metal rod in his hand, and after he hit it on the ground, it made a trembling sound.

This person was too tall, but not clumsy at all. He was strong and flexible, and the alloy iron rod in his hand weighed at least one or two hundred kilograms.

Wang Xuan was surprised. There was such a tall person?

Wu Yin explained in a low voice: "This is a branch of the new human beings. They have undergone various gene editing and many optimizations while still in the mother's womb."

"Is it very strong?" Wang Xuan asked.

Wu Yin nodded seriously and said: "Very strong. Just based on his physical fitness, he can jump ten meters high in the air. His strength is amazing. The ancients said that a fierce general could lift a tripod with his strength. He can do it easily, and his speed is also amazing. He can catch up with tigers and leopards in the mountains and forests in an instant."

This is a genetic superbody. The best among them will be even more terrifying, just like a superman.

The three-meter-tall genetic superbody was muscular, with tough skin and a crystal-like luster, looking strong and powerful. He said, "Who among those who practice the old arts wants to duel with me? I will use your cold weapons to spar with you."

Before Lao Chen moved, a voice came from mid-air: "Chen Yongjie, your opponent is me!"

The middle-aged man who used to drive a silver-gray mecha now changed to a blue mecha, which was almost transparent and had a very soft metallic luster. It was obvious that the material was not ordinary.

Wu Chenglin, who was beside Qingmu, changed his expression and whispered, "This is a new type of mecha developed last year. The material is very special. It was brought back from the place where the new technique was excavated. This mecha is very strong and difficult to break with external force."

Old Chen looked up at the sky and said, "This new type of mecha is not cheap. I'm afraid it will cost hundreds of millions of new star coins. If I smash it down directly, won't you feel bad?"

"Chen Yongjie, you are still as conceited as ever!" The blue mecha was suspended in the sky, flowing with brilliant light, looking down below, and the voice of the middle-aged man came from it, saying, "Times have changed. Mechas can be mass-produced, and large-scale production creates masters. In the field of old techniques, how many masters can appear in an era?!"

"You lost in the field of old arts, switched to other camps, and began to hate old arts. You are really disgusting. I think the current environment that wants to completely suppress old arts has a lot to do with people like you." Old Chen said in a cold voice, staring at the blue mecha in the sky, "In fact, it's still a battle between new and old arts. What does it have to do with you, the group of people who drive mechas? Once I, who practice old arts, get a suitable mecha, I can kill all of you by myself!"

Old Chen was murderous, and his strength and dominance made all parties tremble with fear. The mecha camp was directly kicked out by him and did not regard him as a new force opponent at all.

"Old arts are difficult to practice, so some people in mechas and genetic super bodies began to contact new arts, and eventually some people successfully embarked on this road. In the end, there is only a battle between the old and the new, and there is no other third-party camp!" Old Chen said coldly.

"Do you look down on people in the field of mechas?!" The man in the blue mecha said angrily.

Old Chen glanced at him calmly and said, "You were defeated by me in the past, and hatred has made you dizzy. What level of opponent do you think you are when I put on the mecha? You are just a human target covered with a pile of scrap metal. Not only you, but all of you!"

Wang Xuan was amazed. Old Chen was so strong that he looked down on everyone on the opposite side, but it was easy to arouse public anger.

Chang Heng, an old man in a Tang suit, said, "Old Chen, you don't want to deal with everyone alone, do you? In this case, even if you can have some dazzling achievements, you will soon be unable to hold on. At the same time, this can only prove that your own attainments in the old art are indeed amazing, but it cannot represent the overall strength of the old art. Once you die, it means that the old art will be completely defeated, the banner will fall, and no one can stand up. From now on, don't mention the old art again!"

Naturally, other masters in the field of old art also came to the scene. After hearing this, they were a little indignant and naturally knew the other party's cold intentions.

Although the old man in Tang suit Chang Heng did not talk to them, he was actually poking their hearts, asking whether these people were capable and whether they dared to take action. His words were contemptuous and contemptuous.

"Old Chen, today is not just your business. Don't stop us." A master in the field of old arts spoke and walked out directly.

This was a strong man, about forty years old, 1.9 meters tall, holding an alloy long sword. He was indeed tall and strong among normal people, but he looked very short in front of the genetic super body.

The two sides had almost no conversation and started fighting. In the deafening metal collision, the alloy long sword and the iron rod collided, sparks flew, and the sound was almost torn the eardrum.

The middle-aged man with a height of 1.9 meters blocked the three-meter-tall genetic super body. The strength of the two seemed to be equal, which showed that his achievements in old arts were quite good.

After all, he started as an ordinary person, and the opponent was an alien.

On the ancient battlefield, these two people were considered fierce generals.

"It's a pity that practicing the old skills can't reach the extraordinary. After all, we are just mortals. There is no point in such a cold weapon duel." The old man in Tang suit spoke.

Chi!

Suddenly, the three-meter-tall genetic superbody emitted a hazy blue light all over its body, and its strength surged. It directly smashed the opponent's alloy long sword and then stabbed it with an iron rod.

Puff!

Blood gushed out, and the middle-aged man with a height of 1.9 meters was in great pain. His chest was pierced by the iron rod. He struggled to grab the iron rod in front of his chest with both hands, but he had no strength.

"Brother Li!" Qingmu shouted, obviously knowing this man. The two were old acquaintances.

The genetic superbody picked him up and swung the alloy iron rod with force. The 1.9-meter-tall man was thrown out more than ten meters away like a scarecrow. He fell to the ground with a plop, covered in blood, and never got up again.

Aoki and a group of people who practiced the old art rushed over quickly, but after a little investigation, they knew that the middle-aged man was dead. Not only was his heart pierced by the iron rod, but his internal organs were also crushed by the blue light.

"Too cruel!"

"Brother Li!"

Someone cried out.

"The masters in the field of old art are not very good." Someone on the opposite side spoke up, and a middle-aged man in his forties walked out. Although he was thin, his eyes were as bright as golden lamps, and he looked quite extraordinary. He said again: "I am a person who walks the new art path. I am very disappointed with you. I think that except for Mr. Chen, other people who walk the old art path are probably not worth my effort!"

Old Chen stepped forward and pressed forward.

In midair, the middle-aged man in the blue mecha spoke: "Old Chen, are you finally going to take on the big responsibility?"

Chang Heng, an old man in a Tang suit, smiled faintly: "Old Chen, do you need to admit that there are no more people in the field of old arts except you? It's all over?!"

"Don't provoke me, I will kill you all in a while!" Old Chen was murderous.

Among the people practicing old arts, an old man in his sixties walked out and said: "Old Chen, you know my situation. There is a problem with my practice. I can't live for a few years. Let me take action. I don't care if I die. If I can't fight against those who take the new art path, I am a little unwilling."

Obviously, he knew he would lose but he had to walk out.

He felt that if only Old Chen took action among those who took the old art path, it would be too embarrassing. It would really be like what those people on the opposite side said, that there was no one left in the old art, and it had fallen to a point that people couldn't look directly at.

Old Chen sighed. He knew this old man. He had devoted his whole life to the field of old arts and was very stubborn. Even if he was stopped, it would be useless.

Although this old man in his sixties looked old, after he exploded, his fist actually had a faint halo, and the sound of thunder came out faintly from his body, blasting towards the skinny middle-aged man who took the new art path.

The middle-aged man's face changed. He didn't dare to fight hard, and quickly retreated. When the old man's fist dimmed, he attacked swiftly.

The two fought fiercely, and their movements were very fast, and there was a sound of wind and thunder.

However, after a few moves, the old man suddenly stopped moving, and his body began to dry up. A red cloud rushed out of his body, as if his soul had been taken away. His eyes were dull and he stood there unable to move.

The red cloud reached the hands of the skinny middle-aged man opposite, and he condensed it into a sharp sword, and then swung it vigorously. With a puff, he cut off the old man's head.

"No one should move rashly!" This time, Lao Chen was a little angry, and his voice was like thunder, making many people's ears buzz.

"Lao Chen, you see, the decline of the old art is irreversible, and the decline is inevitable!" Someone said coldly.

"How is Lao Chen?" In the sky, the middle-aged man's sneer came from the blue mecha.

Lao Chen looked up at him and said, "Start with you!"

He pulled out a sword, which was about 1.5 meters long, dark and without any cold luster, and did not look sharp, pointing far into the air.

Then, on his slightly swollen back, the clothes broke open, and a pair of silver wings stretched out. In an instant, the silver streamer surged, and Lao Chen actually rushed into the sky!

"This is the propeller developed by my family. It is very fast and can catch up with the mecha." Wu Yin explained to Wang Xuan.

"Let me see how you break this new material..." The middle-aged man in the air was surprised, but not afraid. He held the sword in both hands and chopped towards Lao Chen.

Clang!

The next moment, the alloy sword in his hand broke directly. Lao Chen rushed past, then returned to the ground and put away the dark sword in his hand.

In the air, the blue mecha sprinkled a large amount of blood rain, and then with a bang, it fell down, and was actually cut in half, and the mecha was broken into two pieces!

Just a face-to-face, the mecha developed with new materials was destroyed!

As for the middle-aged man in the middle, he screamed miserably, and his body, which was also cut in half, fell from a high altitude, and instantly smashed to the ground, and died miserably.

Lao Chen returned to the ground, strode towards the three-meter-tall genetic super body, without a word, with a bang, he slapped it.

Dang!

The alloy stick in the hands of the genetic superbody seemed to be hit by a train, shaking his hands holding the stick, bloody, torn, and all the nails were lifted up. The iron stick flew out of his hands dozens of meters away, and the genetic superbody itself was also shaken back by the huge force, staggering.

Lao Chen was too fast, like a stream of light, followed up in an instant, and slapped the chest of the genetic superbody.

With a puff, the three-meter-tall genetic superbody flew twelve meters away and disintegrated instantly in mid-air. The scene was extremely terrifying. He quickly disintegrated from head to toe and turned into a large piece of blood rain and fell to the ground!

"Lao Chen, do you want to fight alone?" Someone asked loudly.

"If you don't accept it or are afraid, you can all come together!" Lao Chen shouted, and jumped more than ten meters away, and instantly came to the skinny middle-aged man who took the new technique!