"How is that possible...... Cuts? ”

"Could it be that someone has cut off the vital point of a nearly four-meter-tall robot with just a cold weapon, and cut its steel electric pipe with a diameter of twenty centimeters in two?"

"How so, and how powerful should this person be?"

"Or maybe he's a telekinesis with special abilities......"

Either way, it doesn't make sense.

If he had a telekinesis with this ability, this guy would be an outstanding guy even in the Dragon Academy, how could he possibly participate in a relatively low-level civilian exam like the Leopard Academy?

Faced with the scene in front of him, Mu Yang couldn't justify himself. He could only step over the huge legs of the lying robot and walk to the depths of the robot museum.

In the entire museum, only one exhibit is on display.

It's a corpse,

……

Two avenues leading to the depths of the museum intersect, and above them, is a pale blue glass vessel in vacuum. The silhouette of a white humanoid dressed in religious robes hovers floats throughout. About a man tall, wrapped like a mummy, his face covered by a hood, and it was impossible to see whether it was a man or a woman, or if it was a human being.

The white-robed man displayed in the container was levitated, asleep. In his (or rather) right hand, he only grasped a half-meter-long steel sword, the blade itself was not ornately ornamented, it was slender and narrow, and the edge of the blade emitted a faint blue light, like a sleeping demon.

If you say, the whole museum exists only for this corpse with a sword. So, is this a museum for robots to admire, or a mausoleum for robots?

Or both?

Muyang had already walked to the lower end of the blue container.

On the marble stele is a string of numbers:

0101100101

This is binary code. It took Mu Yang three minutes to translate the meaning, in human language, only three words:

Sword name, law.

"Sword name...... Law? ”

At that moment, Mu Yang almost thought that he had made a mistake in translation. When he raised his head again and looked at the sword held in the white humanoid's hand, he felt that the already cold and ruthless sword had a little more indescribable coldness.

Since the creation of weapons, the iron rule of one inch long and one inch strong has been observed.

Hot weapons replaced cold weapons and appeared on the stage of history,* capable of taking the lives of enemies thousands of miles away, and light machine guns could harvest the lives of large areas in an instant. This iron rule has been fully complied with.

Even telekinesis who can block bullets with telekinesis choose weapons that are mostly munitions rather than cold weapons in close combat; Only telekinesis who are very dedicated to special tasks, such as assassins and guardians, will use retro weapons such as swords.

But no matter how sophisticated and noble a cold weapon is, it is just two steel blades and a handguard.

Many thermal weapons and intelligent weapons have become unique after being created, such as Muyang's Black Pigeon No. 8; And all cold weapons can be easily and mass-produced on a large scale.

It's been a long time since a knife, or a sword, has been able to deserve its own name.

Law.

Mu Yang looked at Ritsu. Through the thin container, the cold light of the law was also reflected in Mu Yang's eyes.

The two fell silent.

"My name...... Star Saint ...... You...... Who is it? ”

Unconsciously, the white-robed man suspended in the container also slowly stretched out his hand to his forehead, making a gesture to pull down the white robe that shrouded his head.

"My name...... Star Saint ...... You...... Who is it? ”

The white-robed man whispered softly. Mu Yang seemed to be stupid, just looking at the law in the container, as if the whole world, only he and the law were left.

"My name...... Star Saint ...... You...... Who is it? ”

Ritsu shines non-stop. Mu Yang fell into a silence that became more and more inextricable. The whole museum began to spin, and he felt his soul constantly sublimating, sublimating, flying into the endless starry sky.

"My name...... Star Saint ...... You...... Who is it? ”

The white-robed man repeated its mourning for the third time. At the same time, its hand, which was so pale that it was almost assimilated into the white robe, finally slowly removed the white robe from its face.

The eyes that emerge in the darkness are as bright as the stars at the end of the galaxy.

Suddenly, the entire container exploded, erupting into countless raindrops of cold shards. Mu Yang instinctively retreated, and while the glass slag that the resisters flew towards him, he also took advantage of this to wake up from the demonic stupe.

"It's ......"

"I ...... Hypnotized? ”

After being woken up by this sudden explosion, Mu Yang suddenly realized that while he and the white-robed man in the container were looking at each other just now, his will was pulled into another new realm by the other party, and it continued to sink in with its rhythm!

This is...... What a terrible ability?

Mu Yang was puzzled and shocked. As a telekinesis himself, he still has a thousand souls, his willpower is strong, even if he is a telekinesis above the fifth order, it is absolutely impossible to interfere with him!

However, just a glance, the other party made a hint in his heart.

Rather, it was just a corpse. It is conceivable that the owner of the corpse was so powerful that even after death, it had the power to manipulate the living at will.

Who is the other party?

When Mu Yang looked at the broken glass container again, he was surprised to find that the original position of the white-robed man was empty.

It's gone.

Mu Yang suddenly felt that his right hand was a little awkward, and when he lowered his head again to look at his right hand, he found again that the long sword law that was originally held in the hands of the white-robed man was already in his hand.

"My name...... Star Saint? ”

Mu Yang held the long sword law and chewed on the words that the Star Sage had repeated four times in the glass container, puzzled by its meaning.

There are too many, so many mysteries in this simulated battlefield.

The only thing Mu Yang knew was that this time, the random test of the Leopard Academy drew a good hand. This is something that no one expected, and the destruction of the Battle of St. Fortt would hide so many secrets.

He gripped the law and turned around, ready to leave the empty "museum".

found that at the door of the museum, a black figure was already standing, facing his direction, looking at him coldly.

Mu Yang narrowed his eyes, looking at the other party through the too dazzling stellar light.

White, dressed in military uniform, with the rank of colonel pinned to his chest.

"Colonel...... Ford? ”

Mu Yang tentatively spat out this line of words in English.

The other person looked at himself as well.

The next moment, he said a sentence in Chinese that caught Mu Yang off guard:

"Are you a student who entered the simulated battlefield and tried out?"