Looming in the air, the drone has its camera aimed at Long Hua and the weapon spirits.
In the official chat box—
[All the other IMLs have already retreated, this one is still here.]
[He just summoned a maw and ate that many leaves, was that his goal in coming here?]
[He gives off a final boss-like vibe.]
[What's up with the IML's face? I can't seem to see it very clearly?]
Compared to the official chat box's mood, which is more on the side of leisure, the tension on the actual battlefield is something that can instantly erupt into a wild forest fire—the moment it is ignited.
"…"
Directing a taunting look at the four weapon spirits, who stood at the forefront of their peers, Long Hua asks—
"So then? Should I make the first move, or should I let you all come at me first?"
In response to Long Hua's question, Yang Ning's expression darkens, and glancing at Ning Qiu Heng and Lan Shan, he asks—
"You two are from NPI, right? Any experience with fighting Immortals?"
"I've been to the frontlines."
"Same."
Towards Ning Qiu Heng and Lan Shan's reply, Yang Ning says—
"Throw all logic and common sense aside, this specific Immortal is probably a level six."
"…!"
"Uh?"
Simultaneously, Ning Qiu Heng and Lan Shan widen their eyes, as they both understood what the significance of a level six is meant to indicate.
"…Level six?"
"…Didn't general Zhou managed to defeat one in the past?"
Compared to Ning Qiu Heng and Lan Shan's reactions, the other weapon spirits only responded by raising their wariness towards the opponent—believing that with their numbers and strengths combined, the opponent should still be manageable.
"Remember to-"
"I'm tired of waiting."
Before Yang Ning can finish his words, Long Hua has already approached them, and with an expressionless look on his face, he throws out a single strike!
*Boom!!!* facing the impact of this strike, which tore the air apart, the crowd of weapon spirits are instantly thrown backwards!
The first to recover their balance is Zhou Chen, who stomps the ground, and closes in on Long Hua, while lunging his trident forward!
"…"
Evading Zhou Chen's attack by tilting his head slightly, Long Hua stomps the ground to perform a single Martial Emperor's Step—prior to throwing out another punch, which lands squarely onto the former's chest!
*Boom!!!* as a muffled grunt comes from Zhou Chen, his body is thrown back once more.
Following this, Ning Qiu Heng and Lan Shan approach from the side.
Facing Lan Shan's fist, Long Hua raises a finger in front of it, whereas in the face of Ning Qiu Heng's twin spears, he grabs them both by the head.
"…?!"
"Wha-?!"
Having their attacks halted in such a simplistic manner, both Ning Qiu Heng and Lan Shan can't help but twitch their lips.
"…"
Turning his head to the side, Long Hua sees Yang Ning aiming their bow towards his back.
Without giving Long Hua the chance to react, Yang Ning releases his arrow—allowing a blue streak of light to fly.
*Boom!!!* despite having landed a clean hit on Long Hua, Yang Ning continues to release a volley of arrows—bombarding the same position.
Eventually—
*Boom!!!!!* a single stomp from Long Hua tears the billowing dust clouds apart, and with it, both Ning Qiu Heng and Lan Shan's bodies are thrown towards Yang Ning's direction!
Evading the two bodies by leaping to the right, Yang Ning attempts to take aim once more; however—
"…"
"…!"
Having predicted where Yang Ning would end up, and getting into position—an instance after the former had committed to their movements, Long Hua made it seem as if the former had purposefully entered his reach, as he grabs them by their face.
*Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!* slamming Yang Ning onto the ground by their head, Long Hua mercilessly repeats the process a number of times—causing a miniature crater to open beneath his feet!
"…"
"…"
As Zhou Chen approaches from the side, Long Hua glances at the former once—prior to throwing out an Immortal Suppression Palm.
And without giving Zhou Chen the time to react—
"…"
"…!"
*Boom!!!* Long Hua purposefully detonates the handprint—causing Yin and Yang energy to blast the former back!
"Tch. Charge! If they fall, we'll be next!"
"Go!"
Recovering from their state of daze, the other weapon spirits charge forth with gritted teeth, and towards their approach, Long Hua tosses Yang Ning at them.
Knocking a few weapon spirits back in this manner, Long Hua draws Shui Yue from its sash scabbard.
Swinging the sword once, Long Hua causes five flowers and numerous flower petals to manifest in the air around him.
"What's this?"
"Uh!"
"Ah!"
Almost as soon as several of their peers were cut down by the approaching flower petals, the rest of the weapon spirits knew to avoid them; however—
"Bloom."
At Long Hua's command, the flowers bloom—scattering their petals outwards, while slicing numerous weapon spirits into pieces!
[…]
[…]
As puddles of blood, heads, limbs, and numerous blade scars litter the ground, the official chat box turns deathly silent—in an attempt to refamiliarize themselves with the idea of what an "Immortal" even is.
"…"
Straightening his back, and heaving a sigh, Long Hua remarks—
"Is this truly the best that this world has to offer?"
In response to Long Hua's words, a shadow drops down from above, and towards their approach—
*Klanggggg!!!* Long Hua raises Shui Yue—blocking off the sharp end of a metal umbrella with the tip of his sword.
"…"
Black armor with a wolf-headed helmet that is attached to a dense white mane, along with bestial hands and feet—recognizing this metal umbrella, the attacking weapon spirit should be Xun Yu.