Main God Creation Rules

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So this method was ruled out. At the same time, Lin Yi saw a news article online.

The title is sensational, the content is fantastical, and the result is amazing.

To put it roughly, it's like a modern-style combat athlete knocking out a "master" who practices ancient kung fu in just over ten seconds.

Lin Yi didn't want to delve into the specific causes and processes—it was meaningless—but as long as it could be used, that was fine.

Human energy is limited. How can we get a person to shift their limited energy from one thing to another?

"Isn't it simple?"

Watching the butterfly knife slowly pierce his forehead at a snail's pace, Lin Yi silently said to the being in his mind, "Another, 'more serious' matter."

Name: Lin Yi

No.: 0

Strength: 59 (The average value for an average adult male is 10).

Physical fitness: 62 (the average value for an average adult male is 10).

Agility: 57 (The average value for a typical adult male is 10).

Mental state: 44 (the average score for an average adult male is 10).

Special Ability: Advanced Mimicry (Right Hand)

Forced proliferation

What would happen if you drew a sword at nearly six times the speed of an average person, and then slashed it at nearly six times the speed of an average person?

"Chong"

The sword, still slightly warm, was gently sheathed. The swordsman in the straw hat calmly turned around, his back to the dazed Leopard Brother, and stepped into the drizzling rain.

A few seconds later, as expected, Lin Yi heard a piercing scream coming from inside the store.

"Yes, there were three that time."

His fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword as he continued forward, following the route map on his retina: "Thirty this time."

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When his phone rang, Lao Zhao was still absentmindedly wondering if what he had just seen was a hallucination. He answered the phone: "Hello?"

A steady voice, tinged with anxiety, came from the other end of the phone: "Is this Xiao Zhao?"

He spent half a second filtering out the people who would call him Xiao Zhao, and another half second thinking about who among them would call him at this moment. A second later, Lao Zhao quickly went from being nonchalant to being alert: "Yes, Chief. What are your instructions?"

"No matter what you're doing now, get to the Golden Dragon Hotel immediately!"

Before the bewildered Old Zhao could respond, the call was disconnected. Looking up blankly, he saw a puzzled Li Gao, who asked softly, "The director's call?"

"Yes……"

"What can we do at this point?"

"He told us to go to the Golden Dragon Hotel."

Snapping out of his daze from the previous order, Old Zhao quickly started the car engine. Li Gao yelled, "Are you crazy? We've been waiting here for three days—"

"You're the one who's crazy, or the bureau chief is!"

Recalling the urgency in Li Gao's tone, Lao Zhao ignored him completely, not even glancing back at the villa one last time, and sped straight towards the Golden Dragon Hotel.

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Golden Dragon Hotel.

Although Jinlong Hotel is not yet a world-renowned hotel in terms of brand recognition, it is still one of the top hotels in the city. There are many reasons why Jinlong Hotel has been able to develop to this level in less than three years, but the most important one is its founder, the well-known entrepreneur Chen Weiran.

The Chen Weiran seen on television news is vastly different from the real Chen Weiran. The former is a popular newly emerging entrepreneur in the city, while the latter is a feared gangster who operates in both the legal and illegal worlds and monopolizes half of the underworld.

However, on this night, Chen Weiran, a well-known entrepreneur and business tycoon, suddenly realized that his influence was far less than he had imagined. At least, when the noise downstairs had reached his office on the top floor of the hotel, the person he had called to request more than ten minutes earlier still hadn't arrived...

"Damn it, damn it—where did this thing come from?!"

Watching the footage on the monitor again and again, Chen Weiran felt a chill creep into her heart.

If he had been told an hour ago that there were so-called "martial arts masters" in the world, he probably would have either taken it as a joke or bricked the person who said it into a wall, depending on their identity. But now, living in an era where "monsters are not allowed to become spirits," Chen Weiran can no longer take this joke in that way.

Have you ever seen someone wield what looks like an ordinary iron sword and cut three people into nine pieces in a single second?

Have you ever seen someone dash over 100 meters in eight seconds, smashing through five concrete brick walls in the process?

Have you ever seen someone jump more than five meters high and leap directly from the eleventh floor to the fourteenth floor?

Chen Weiran saw it, right in front of the surveillance camera. Therefore, he believed that it was not a person at all, but a martial arts master who only existed in novels and movies and was worshipped by many people in the martial arts world.

Forbidden Zone of Life: Chapter 65 "Martial Arts Master" (3)

The iron sword in my hand, made by the main god, is indeed hard enough; even if it's not used to cut people, it would be a good choice to smash walls.

After slamming a thug spitting out entrails and blood against the wall, the sounds of bones breaking and bricks shattering rang out, and a rhythmic, slight vibration came through the hard metal blade—it felt good.

Lowering his left hand from the sword blade, Lin Yi looked at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction, then turned around and scanned the hesitant figures behind him through the veil hanging from his bamboo hat.

"Is this the so-called strength of the 'Golden Dragon Gang,' which spans a radius of three hundred miles?"

The voice, distorted and altered by the main god, was much deeper than Lin Yi's own, yet it better suited the image of a "martial arts master" in people's minds. Wearing a bamboo hat, Lin Yi slowly shook his head, revealing an undisguised disappointment: "Nothing special."

The thugs at the front exchanged glances, feeling a bit overwhelmed. So this "martial arts master" wasn't the kind of person their enemies had gone to great lengths to bring out from the deep mountains or someone seeking revenge; he'd just come over... to kick down the door?

They racked their brains for words, but with limited vocabulary, this was the only description they could come up with.

Having witnessed so many of their brothers fall so easily, they couldn't possibly keep charging forward foolishly—didn't they see how the other side cleaved people and walls in two with a single sword strike? They didn't think their skin was as tough as a wall, but they couldn't just give up and run away either. After all, the surveillance cameras in the corner behind them were still working perfectly. If they ran away now, not only would their boss hold them accountable, but the mere thought of never being able to stand in the underworld again made them afraid to make any rash moves.

In the end, one of the bolder ones stepped forward. Although his voice trembled, he was still able to speak clearly: "Brother... which gang do you belong to, expert?"

Which road?

The martial arts master gave a cold laugh: "The Great Dao."

The young man, defiant, continued, "I, the Golden Dragon Hotel, believe I have never offended any of you... Why would someone as skilled as you do such a thing?"

"Oh? It's not uncommon for people in the martial arts world to kill each other, so why ask 'why'?"

The young man felt like he was going crazy. The conversation had absolutely nothing in common from beginning to end. He talked about rules, but the other talked about the underworld. He tried to reason with the other, but the other had no intention of reasoning with him at all—he was completely at a loss.

Fortunately, the "martial arts master" still explained his reasoning: "I heard that the Golden Dragon Gang is the leader of the area within three hundred miles, but it seems they are nothing special."

As he sheathed his iron sword, the crisp clang made the surrounding thugs tremble involuntarily. At the same time, Chen Weiran, watching this scene through the surveillance camera, breathed a sigh of relief but secretly raged: "Investigate—which bastard said that my Golden Dragon Hotel is part of the Golden Dragon Gang, and the strongest gang in the three hundred miles?! I'll make sure he's dead, or I'm not Chen!"

With a cold glance at the trembling thugs before him, the "martial arts master" left without taking any precautions. The thirty-odd thugs huddled together, looking at each other in bewilderment, and didn't take a single step forward until the footsteps disappeared.

Meanwhile, Li Gao and Lao Zhao finally arrived at the Jinlong Hotel after running three red lights, squeezing through four traffic jams, and encountering five people crossing the road. They could tell at a glance that something serious had happened.

"My goodness... did they bring all the reporters in the city here?!"

Before Li Gao could even open the car door, reporters carrying cameras swarmed in and nearly overwhelmed them. Fortunately, several police officers maintaining order arrived in time to help them out. It wasn't until Lao Zhao and Li Gao found the bureau chief that they could barely understand the general outline of what had happened.

"Half an hour ago, someone openly committed murder in the south of the city. The police station received the report and immediately dispatched forces to search for the murderer. Unexpectedly, the murderer not only killed the person but also walked all the way from Chengnan Avenue to the Jinlong Hotel, beating two security guards, one suffering a concussion and the other breaking their hand, before rushing inside. It's very chaotic inside now, and we can't determine the situation—"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go in right now!"

"Listen to me quietly!"

Upon hearing the reprimand, Li Gao immediately shrank back, took a breath, and the chief, controlling his emotions, continued, "This murderer is extremely dangerous—"

"Does he have a gun?"

"No, but he's more terrifying than a terrorist with a gun."

Faced with his two subordinates' "Are you kidding me?" expressions, the director sighed and led them to the car: "This is a video that was filmed and uploaded to the internet by someone in the hotel a few minutes ago. The intelligence department has already arranged for it to be deleted. This copy is for internal circulation."

Open this video, which is less than ten seconds long. Screams can be heard coming from the end of the violently shaking screen. About five seconds later, a shadow suddenly flies past the camera, followed by the sound of glass shattering.

Everything was normal up to this point, but what followed made people wonder if they were watching a tokusatsu (special effects) film.

The camera was focused on a wall—the kind of wall in a hotel room that's incredibly well-insulated, both in terms of soundproofing and vibration damping. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the wall, and through that crack, a cold glint could be faintly seen. At this point, the director pressed pause.

"This is a sword. Remember that. When you go inside and see it, don't hesitate, lie down immediately."

Before the two subordinates could ask any questions, the video was resumed.

After the fleeting flash of cold light disappeared, the wall shattered with a deafening roar—as if a large amount of gunpowder had exploded behind it, spreading outwards towards the camera in a fragmented manner, and the video ended with a scream.

Faced with this scene, Lao Zhao and Li Gao remained silent.

"That's right, this was done by the murderer in the south of the city."

After confirming their guess through gritted teeth, the director clenched his hands and said, "I don't trust the others in the bureau. Dongzi is out of town, so I can only rely on the two of you."

"Director"

Swallowing hard, Li Gao said with difficulty, "Shouldn't this be the responsibility of the SWAT team?"

"They're on their way, but the killer has been inside for over twenty minutes—we can't delay any longer!"

The bureau chief patted Li Gao on the shoulder, his expression grave: "I know very well—"

"Out!"

"Quick—point the camera!"

"Where are the hostages? Are there any hostages?"

The sudden shouts outside caught the attention of the three people in the car. They opened the car door and looked at the gate of the Golden Dragon Hotel, which was blocked by yellow strips. All three of them felt a sense of bewilderment.

Well, surrounded by a lot of lighting and photography, an ancient swordsman wearing a black bamboo hat and holding an ancient sword blade stands in the middle—there shouldn't be anywhere else but a photography studio where such a scene could appear, right?

But it has happened, and this "actor" killed someone half an hour ago—the kind of murder with solid evidence.

Most incredibly, this murderer, facing so many people (including police officers pointing guns at him), showed absolutely no fear—his expression was obscured, but his actions were still evident. On the contrary, he exuded an air of self-righteousness.

Involuntarily, a towering figure appeared in Li Gao's mind: a martial arts master who had never retreated in the face of the treacherous world.

Forbidden Zone of Life: Chapter 66 "Martial Arts Master" (4)

The crucial moment has arrived.

Glancing around at the cameras and gun barrels, Lin Yi silently placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword on the upper left. As if jolted back to his senses, the police chief quickly pushed aside the police officers blocking his way and snatched the megaphone from someone else: "Listen up, you killer in front, you're surrounded! Drop your weapons and surrender immediately—"

Before the "martial arts master" could even react, the onlookers began to stir.

"My God, did I hear that right?"

"We want them to lay down their weapons, but what weapons do they have?"

"Isn't that the sword?"

"You have ideas? Here's a sword, go and fight a dozen men with guns surrounding you!"

……

Listening to the chatter of the onlookers behind him, the bureau chief really wanted to smash the video he had just seen in their faces, but he couldn't. In fact, he had to completely block these things that could cause social chaos from the public's sight.

So he could only signal to his subordinates to surround the murderer. If they could arrest him that way, all the better, but if not…

"Police officers from the Six Doors?"

Despite speaking in a calm voice, strangely, his words weren't drowned out by the clamor of the crowd; instead, they were clearly heard by everyone present. Instinctively, the murmuring crowd fell silent, wanting to see what this cosplay-loving murderer had to say. After all, the topic of modern combat sports versus ancient martial arts had been quite hot lately, and perhaps this murderer cosplaying an ancient swordsman had some ulterior motive… That was exactly what the media wanted; as for justice, that could wait until the gossip died down.

However, one person among the many onlookers did not think so.

Almost the moment the "martial arts master" opened his mouth, the police chief knew he was in trouble. Just as he was about to order the police to rush in, the "martial arts master" raised his head. Judging from the straw hat on his head, he probably wanted to say something in public.

No one knows what he'll say, and in this situation, whatever he says won't lead to anything good.

Fully aware of the serious consequences, the bureau chief pulled out his already loaded pistol and fired a shot into the right shoulder of "Wu Lu 0 Er San Si Ba Ba Shi Lin Gao Shou"—

Such a wound would ensure that the murderer's life would not be harmed, and would also break his resistance. After that, as long as the murderer was quickly brought under control, everything would be fine at the police station—that was his belief before he saw that cold and extreme sword light with his own eyes.

Do things like "sword energy" or "blade energy," or even "internal force" or "true essence" exist in the world?

This question is probably similar to the current heated debate in China about whether there is any real "Chinese Kung Fu". Now that "martial arts masters" have appeared, the addition of "sword energy" is probably not an unacceptable thing, right?

With this in mind, Lin Yi instructed the main god to convert three hundred units of stored energy into compressed air blades and attach them to the sword, then flung them out as he drew the sword.

As it turned out, the energy provided by the main god was of a higher quality than that of ordinary metal. The moment the "sword energy" came into contact with the bullet, the former easily sliced ​​the latter in two like a hot knife through butter. Then, with its remaining force, it cut through the air for dozens of meters along its path and was flung onto the roof of the parking lot opposite the Golden Dragon Hotel.

And so, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the parking lot roof slowly detached—torn apart.

"boom--------"