I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 818 - 475: Unrivaled Martial Artist (Part 2)

He strode forward and arrived at the World Core.

Standing at the World Core, with authority and having contributed so many Spirit Stones, he was undoubtedly the favored one of this world, and the world's natural instincts would cooperate.

With a thought, the ground arched up, and a Teleportation Gate appeared.

Leading to all of his Little Worlds, as well as those thousands of connected world gates.

As for entering and where to go, it depends on authority and permission level.

A master of the art grows bold.

The Martial God glanced around, then strode forward.

The aura around him shrunk; even though the gate could only allow passage from the First Realm, he could safely pass through.

Other Great Powers used clones and other methods to enter the Little Worlds.

One must not explode powerfully, or they would be locked in.

However, Martial Dao Body Cultivation could perfectly seal each cell, forming a self-sustaining loop. Even if they exploded, they would be locked by the world.

Through control, they could avoid detection by the world's instincts, something other Cultivators couldn't do.

Perhaps there were exceptions, but according to Small Knife's current knowledge, this was the only way.

Afterward, Small Knife also entered the Space Channel.

No stops, the original Master of the World followed, then others.

No hesitation, as they too had received missions.

However, there was still an order of entry.

Small Knife randomly chose this Little World, without any intelligence on it.

Because players or others who went inside died and returned, losing their memories of that Little World.

Permissions limited the number of entrance and exits.

Outside enemies entering one's Little World and dying were considered great supplements to the Little World.

Confident Little Worlds would never entirely refuse entry.

For safety, limits were still imposed.

Under these limits, the current number of entrants wasn't great.

Even so, a few hundred people could enter.

But now, there were only a few dozen, enough to enter fully.

Ape Martial Mini World followed a path of pure Martial Dao. Though connected to other worlds, outsiders who used other means would be killed instantly.

A master-level warrior appeared roughly once every few decades.

It could be said that all the Martial Dao experts of the Ape Martial Mini World were here.

This wasn't a small number.

Due to the world's unique traits, otherwise having ten percent of this number would be difficult.

Even then, if a different cultivation path emerged, spreading, this world's traits would weaken or even disappear.

Martial Dao, unless breaking into the Sixth Realm, had limited lifespan.

Thus, alternative cultivation methods, especially those prolonging life, could easily grow.

The current Master of the World, Small Knife, would not permit this.

Now, even the large ape had shrunk its form, concealed its aura, stepping into the Space Teleportation Gate.

With its aura constricted, even Small Knife, relying on Master of the World authority, couldn't see its true strength.

Once Small Knife entered, everywhere lay shattered debris. It didn't look very gory, but as a Martial Dao Cultivator, he understood all of these belonged to recently dead people.

This was undoubtedly protected by players or others from this world, but now they were all gone.

Turned to flying debris.

Vaguely seeing others' distant figures.

Small Knife didn't intend to chase but glanced around, collecting information on this world.

This world was incredibly lush, resembling a primordial forest, undoubtedly having its own world characteristics.

The value was undoubtedly significant.

A Fifth Realm Mini World, excellent.

Immediately, Small Knife extended his hand, opened his Personal Space, and numerous subordinates emerged, scattering in all directions to scout the world.

Primarily searching for the Earth Vein Extreme Point and the World Core.

These were the key factors.

As for the strength of the enemies, or relying on systems to produce anomalies, Small Knife no longer cared.

Martial Arts Unrivaled was here.

The subordinates scattered, and even before they got far, enemies had arrived.

"Such strong invaders, but all must die." The players moved at great speed, though their feet didn't move.

What moved was the ground beneath them, surging and swiftly advancing, carrying them quickly toward them.

The speaker was clearly the leader, intently staring at Small Knife, joyfully saying, "No wonder you're so strong, you are the Master of the World? This time, we hit the jackpot."

In one's own world, the gains from killing the Master of the Otherworld were imaginable. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Having arrived in one's own world and being discovered, escaping was out of the question.

This invasion had brought some incredibly strong beings, leaving the Master of the World unable to handle here, giving the Lord this opportunity.

"Very confident, huh." Small Knife smiled.

"Hehe!" The Lord stomped his foot.

Suddenly, the other players all stomped their feet.

Oh!

The Spiritual Artifact Robe on Small Knife emitted light, blocking the earth spikes emerging from the ground.

The spikes were immensely powerful, stronger still for being silent and unnoticed.

That's why it caught an enthusiast.

Small Knife's released subordinates suffered.

Many were pierced.

Fortunately, not many died, and the injured quickly used various means to recover.

Later, these people became angry.

Magical Treasures, Talismans, all kinds of methods were immediately unleashed.

Whistling, they fell upon the enemy.

"Good methods, but useless." The Lord laughed, stomped again, and the earth arched up, forming a dirt wall, blocking the various attacks.

Not only the Lord, but other players used similar methods, clearly unique to this world.

However, others didn't have the Lord's powerful dirt wall and were pierced, injured, or killed.

But what shocked the allies was.

When these enemies were killed or injured, their flesh immediately turned yellow, ultimately forming into soil.

Then, surging, recovering as mudmen, quickly regenerating into flesh.

"Haha! We are undying and immortal, in our world, you will surely die." The Lord laughed, waved his hand.

Subordinates rushed forward.

They reached out, and the earth arched up, forming various weapons.

The allies became somewhat panicked.

Undying, immortal, troublesome indeed.

Yet Small Knife had already produced a black banner.

The banner floated overhead, gently shaking, and black fog billowed forth.

The black fog condensed into human forms, becoming men, falling to the ground and attacking the enemy.

The Yin Spirit acted.

Someone shouted, bringing calm among the allies.

You may be undying and immortal, but we also have the undying and immortal.

Soon, chaos ensued.

Enemies were killed, turning into soil, and regenerating to revive.

The allies' Yin Spirits absorbed surrounding black fog directly into their wounds, instantly healing.

Seemingly evenly matched and inseparable.

In reality, Small Knife's side was at a disadvantage.

Because in the enemy's world, what they consumed was unknown, but they consistently remained in their world, while the allies' black fog consumed the pure Active Yin Qi, ultimately conserving quality and benefiting this world.

However, with the Yin Spirit's obstruction of enemies, the other players were already using various methods to scatter, for their task was not to fight but to seek the Earth Vein Extreme Point.

Glancing around, Small Knife had already ventured to another location.

"Hehe, underestimating me huh." The voice called out, the earth arched and formed a humanoid shape.

The mud person swiftly animated, becoming the Lord.

Now he wore Scale Armor, holding two weapons in his hands.

Appearing majestic and imposing.

Full of pride because he was undying, in this world, so even strong enemies would be worn to death.

But he dared not waste time; if the Master of the World had free hands, that invading Master would no longer give him advantage.

Thus, his spiked weapon lunged forward.

Grasped time indeed.

"Heh!"

Small Knife instinctively punched forward.

Fist met spike.

Soon, the spike shattered, inch by inch shattering, ultimately turning to debris.

Next was the Lord's hand.

Equally shattered inch by inch.

Then came the arm.

He could not move, his face unable to show shock, only eyes filled with fear.

Because he realized, he truly died.

That kind which cannot revive.

"Undying? Immortal?"

"Such limited knowledge. It's easy to break, whether Sword Intent or my current Martial Dao Will.