My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 964 Sword Against Axe

The descending axe unleashed compressed arc of energy upon impact, tearing through the air toward the machine.

Simultaneously, the machine retaliated.

A piercing beam of blue energy erupted from its core, aimed directly at me, intending to obliterate all in its path.

Mid-air, the two forces met for a fleeting moment.

Then, they parted.

My assault continued, undeterred.

The vibrating blade sliced through the energy beam as if it were nonexistent, scattering the power outward. The attack pressed on, its momentum unbroken, closing the distance to the machine instantly.

BOOM!

The strike collided with the machine, its frame succumbing to the force. The entire construct detonated, metal buckling, shattering, and exploding as the energy fully discharged. The roof beneath buckled under the impact, debris scattering as the machine collapsed, its core flickering one final time before extinguishing.

I landed moments later, the last fragments falling around me, the machine's remains smoking and irrevocably broken. I surveyed the destruction, feeling the residual power in my arms. The skill had exceeded my expectations, yet the combination seemed logical—Overdrive amplifying my passive abilities, synergizing with the skill itself to create a far more devastating blow than usual.

I opened the notification panel.

[Level Up!]

[Level 40 → 43]

[Combat Points +400]

[Influence Points +0]

[Class Skill Acquired!]

[Radiant Slash 1 (Uncommon) → Release a concentrated arc of radiant or elemental energy through your weapon, forming a high-impact slash that travels forward and tears through anything in its path.]

[Ruin Strike 1 (Active) → Ruin Strike 2 (Active)]

[Overdrive Charge – 100%]

As I focused, the mechanics and flow of the new skill integrated seamlessly into my understanding. I exhaled slowly, sensing the augmentation to my attributes and the enhanced mental clarity from the progression.

Without delay, I accessed the shop, procured a Grade 2 healing potion, and consumed it instantly. The effects spread rapidly, mending wounds, soothing burns, and restoring my mobility.

The axe in my hand pulsed with a subtle warmth. It wasn't overheating; it was responding to me.

"We've got more people to fight," I murmured, gripping the weapon tighter.

I stepped off the roof, descending back to the street, landing gracefully before breaking into a run towards the city's center.

"Focus mode."

The Overdrive charge instantly reallocated, bolstering Dexterity and Intelligence, refining my movements and sharpening my senses. The world seemed to decelerate slightly, my reflexes tightening as I surged forward.

The next group appeared. I scanned my surroundings; this time, there were no machines.

Only believers.

We met head-on.

They had scant moments to react. My speed propelled me through their ranks before their formation could solidify, my axe carving precise arcs. Heads detached before swords could be raised, bodies crumpled before they could regain their footing. I maintained my momentum, pushing through them without pause.

One group dissolved into another.

Then a third.

Machines positioned on rooftops attempted to target me, but I denied them the opportunity this time. I disrupted their line of sight, scaling structures, leaping, and dismantling them before they could fire, each falling faster than the last.

Thirty minutes later, I had eliminated approximately 25 believers.

As my pace slowed, the opposition dwindled to nothing.

[Level Up!]

[Level 43 → 48]

[Combat Points +700]

[Influence Points +0]

I exhaled once and entered the open expanse before me.

The central plaza.

Four individuals awaited me there.

[Believer Human – Level 50]

[Believer Human – Level 48]

[Believer Human – Level 48]

[Believer Human – Level 47]

The central figure stood slightly apart, his frame appearing slender, almost frail initially, but the firm grip on his sword betrayed his capability.

There was something distinct about him. I let my gaze briefly scan them all before narrowing my eyes slightly.

The numbers didn't align.

Including those I had already defeated, the total didn't reach fifty.

Perhaps they had dispersed, or fled the city.

"What world do you hail from?" the central man inquired.

"I belong here," I responded.

"Do you?" he questioned, his eyes narrowing subtly.

"Indeed. Now, you have two options," I declared, slowly raising my axe. The dried blood along its edge caught the light, dripping in slow, deliberate drops. "Leave this city alive... or face me, and leave it dead. Which path do you choose?"

He let out a soft chuckle.

"There exists a third alternative," he stated, subtly adjusting his stance. "I shall take your life."

I let out a single breath.

"Very well. If that is your desire."

With an upward swing, I presented the axe, aiming it directly at him.

"Radiant Slash."

A sweeping, horizontal arc was executed with the blade. Instantly, fire erupted, manifesting as a furious torrent of energy that tore through the atmosphere. The searing heat preceded its advance, causing the very ground beneath to shimmer and fracture under the immense pressure. The inferno shrieked forward in a relentless, straight trajectory towards them. The man positioned at the focal point remained motionless, yet his stance subtly adjusted, his grip tightening and his blade ascending as a clear signal of his readiness.

Then, he swung.

"Brilliant Edge."

A silver arc sliced forth from his sword, directly confronting my assault. Concurrently, the two individuals flanking him also initiated their movements, unleashing their own energy-infused strikes, meticulously angled towards the primary point of collision.

The competing forces met.

Fire clashed against silver.

The plaza erupted in light as the energies collided, the sheer force of the impact shredding the space between us. The unified power pressed relentlessly against my charge. Though the fire roared and advanced, the supplementary strength from their combined attacks began to erode it, fracturing and weakening the fiery wave until it disintegrated in a violent explosion of heat and scattered embers.

They had scarcely managed to withstand the blast. The instant the flames subsided, I surged forward.

"Impact Burst."

My body propelled itself, slicing through the dissipating flames before they could fully dissipate. The distance vanished instantaneously as I materialized beside the combatant on the left.

Level 47.

He perceived my presence far too late. My axe traced a clean arc, severing his head before he could even raise his weapon.

Without pause, I deployed Impact Burst once more. The subsequent surge coursed through my legs, a fleeting blaze of pain that I promptly disregarded as the momentum propelled me across the intervening space towards the next adversary.

Level 48.

He turned, attempting a desperate reaction, but I had already breached his effective range.

The axe descended, cleaving directly through him. His body split with pristine uniformity from shoulder to waist, the momentum carrying through with zero resistance as he collapsed into two distinct segments.

Just then, I sensed a shift in the air behind me.

The level 50 individual made his move. His blade lunged at me in a direct assault, utterly devoid of superfluous motion or hesitation. Instinctively, I raised my axe to counter it.

The impact landed with significant force.

Metal screeched against metal.

The sheer power behind his strike immediately overwhelmed me, driving into my arms and shattering my stance. My body was forced into a retreat, my feet skidding violently across the ground until I lost all semblance of balance and was flung backward. The residual impact sent me skidding across the plaza, dramatically widening the chasm between us once more.