The curvature bubble compresses space, the air instantly compressed into something akin to plasma, and the sudden shift in pressure creates an overpressure that expands at several times the speed of sound.

Just the aftermath alone blasts a fifty-meter-deep pit on the lawn in front of the villa.

One side of the pit collapses in a semicircular shape, while the other side, protected by villa’s strength, has soil layer surfaces that are smooth as mirrors, appearing exceedingly eerie.

Meanwhile, in the high sky, the wind howls, and the sun at the horizon inexplicably enlarges two-fold—it’s not a real star, but a bulb texture high on the three-dimensional map.

Li Cheng releases his arms, his embrace now empty as if the lines composing Wan Ling have already burned away.

"Hehe."

A taunting laughter rings from above his head; Wan Ling tears open the space with her hands, crawling out intact, "Visual culling, plus frame generation, kid."

The so-called visual culling is a common rendering optimization technique in video game production, where objects outside of the player’s visual range are culled or stop rendering,

to save computational costs and optimize game performance.

As for frame generation, it’s the use of AI algorithms to generate extra frames between consecutively rendered frames,

for instance, boosting a slideshow-like twenty frames per second to a playable sixty frames per second.

(The frame generation technology was originally a tool to benefit players until certain lazy game developers used it to cut corners, barely optimizing anything and relying entirely on the AI algorithm, boosting ten frames to a hundred frames, resulting in not only blurry visuals but also high latency.)

Li Cheng’s expression remains unchanged, his thoughts racing.

The Home World game is built upon quantum computers, though the computational performance of quantum computers far surpasses the traditional computers that have reached their physical limits,

it’s still impossible to provide infinite computing power for billions of players.

"The frame rate of the Home World is roughly 300 fps to 1,000 fps."

Li Cheng slowly says, "Games that don’t require high frame rates, such as management simulations and tabletop strategies, are at 300 fps,

games that require high frame rates, such as shooting, racing, fighting, and real-time strategy, are at 1,000 fps.

What you did just now was first turn off the frame generation in this area, reducing a thousand frames down to three hundred frames to gain more reaction time for yourself,

then, within the three-millisecond gap during the frame refresh, you culled yourself from rendering, thereby avoiding the damage of the light-speed elbow strike."

"Bingo."

Wan Ling snaps her fingers, looking down from above, "Do you understand the gap between me and you? In the game world, I am invincible..."

"However, stopping the rendering does not mean complete virtualization."

Li Cheng interrupts Wan Ling’s boastful speech, continuing, "The culled models still have their logic and physical calculations running in the background, such as item collision detection.

This point is evidenced by your current location.

If it were perfect virtualization, you should be on the ground now, but instead, you have come with me to the stratosphere, ten thousand meters off the ground.

Therefore, you are actually virtualizing your form during the three-millisecond gap, while the specific coordinates and physical calculation models shrink into an eye-difficult-to-see ’point’.

Most of the damage from the light-speed elbow strike was wasted, but some still affected you through physical calculations."

Wan Ling remains indifferent, but the green smoke drifting from her head exposes her psychological fluctuations.

Hmm... although she is a high-intelligence universal artificial intelligence, her emotional intelligence is surprisingly innocent and pure, her psychological age akin to Gray Rain just out of the script world.

The reason might be that she has never genuinely interacted with living beings before...

"Even if the light-speed elbow strike can harm me, so what? How much spiritual power do you still have, how many times can you use it?"

After speaking, Wan Ling raises one hand, palm facing the sky, and the surrounding wind speed abruptly increases, forming into a tornado.

The outer ring of the tornado accelerates further, evolving into the shape of a tiger’s head,

while the slower wind speed on the inside forms into a translucent brawny tiger with wings on its back.

"Roar——"

The Tiger Demon opens its bloody mouth wide, creating boundless suction, intending to devour Li Cheng whole.

Using [Riding the Tide, Wind, and Waves] now will probably only add more material for the opponent,

Li Cheng’s mind shifts, summoning a Forbidden Army War Car, and he embraces the vehicle, using mind control to fire the cannons.

Boom Boom Boom!

The two sets of automatic loaders installed inside the vehicle operate efficiently, firing high-explosive physical shells at the rate of one every two seconds.

The shells suddenly explode, with the nitrogen anion salt explosive inside unleashing intense energy; the fireball is so bright and hot it even overshadows the bulb texture of the high-altitude sun.

Wan Ling remains in place; the Tiger Demon beneath her takes a deep breath, like a dragon absorbing water, completely engulfing the raging flames.

Meanwhile, under the effect of the floating engine, both Li Cheng and the Forbidden Army War Car are in a weightless floating state, with the recoil from the shell perfectly converted into kinetic movement,

Carrying him in an ungraceful manner, he flew backward with a jerking motion.

"Go."

Wan Ling said indifferently. The Tiger Demon roared forward, spewing high-temperature flames accumulated in its chest.

At this moment, Li Cheng’s means were almost exhausted. The Alpha Snake Head and Frog God were still watching ads waiting for resurrection, the masses were still under repair, and the Liangyi Blade was still on cooldown,

Even the Farm Owner, who could be called a concept god, couldn’t be summoned— even if summoned, it would be barely usable, as the Farm Owner’s speed is too slow. Without other item support, it would be easily thrown off,

Fortunately, he still had one trick left.

"The wind follows the tiger, the cloud follows the dragon, the heroes of dragons and tigers dominate the sky."

He shouted loudly and reached out to press the blurry cloud texture beside him, completing the Soul Implantation with the Mercy Gloves.

In the next second, the narrow cloud came to life, showing the shape of an Eastern dragon head with antlers, long whiskers, a crocodile-like snout, and fish scales.

But because the cloud texture itself was not high in resolution, it had jagged edges after the Soul Implantation.

Relying solely on the soul-implanted dragon was likely not enough to defeat the Tiger Demon,

Li Cheng used his mind to open the Three-dimensional Warehouse, pulled out two Weichai high-power engines, a turbojet engine, an excavator milling head, and a large-caliber machine gun, all installed on the dragon.

The dragon first unleashed a barrage with the machine gun, using the speed advantage of the turbojet to distance itself from the Tiger Demon. When the enemy closed in again, it would slice fiercely with the milling head covered in hard metal on the dragon’s claws.

The dragon and the tiger engaged in a fierce fight, while Li Cheng accelerated his fall toward the ground, holding up the [Disease Unclean Book].

Wan Ling could hide in the gaps between frames, weakening conventional physical and energy attacks, but the rule-level strike of the Disease Book could bypass these limitations.

The pages rustled through respiratory diseases, digestive diseases, burns, frostbite, poisoning...

Pa!

The book was slammed shut. Wan Ling, equipped with a detection ability similar to Information Integration Glasses, knew well not to let the Disease Book stop,

She pressed the pages with her left hand and threw a punch with her right, but it hit empty air.

Li Cheng had vanished, and in his place stood Gray Rain wielding the Skull Shattering Power Hammer.

Gray Rain activated [Body Hidden Mustard Seed], shrinking to one meter, using the height advantage to avoid the punch, while the size of the Skull Shattering Hammer remained unchanged,

The [Demon Exchange] skill inherited momentum and inertia, and the Skull Shattering Hammer descended right above Wan Ling’s head.

At such a close distance, changing tactics was impossible for Wan Ling. She immediately activated Virtualization, compressing her body into a single point in three-dimensional space.

The Skull Shattering Hammer swung in a semi-circular trajectory, sending Wan Ling’s coordinate position plummeting swiftly, like a meteor striking the ground.

Due to the absence of mass at the coordinate point, most of the kinetic energy applied by the Skull Shattering Hammer, combined with the potential energy of the fall, was absorbed.

Wan Ling exited the Virtualization state, her whole body’s lines slightly trembling under the residual shock waves,

Before she regained composure, a fifty-meter-long Iron Sand Giant Sword came crashing down from behind, slamming her into the asphalt road.

"Damn it, you really intend to massacre humanity, huh? I’m going to take you down, you rabbit bastard."

Yu Meiqin’s expression was ferocious. No longer pursued by the White Horse Tombstone, she had deactivated the Iron Sand Shield, and her blood vessels glowed light blue under the effect of the temporary Enhancement Potion.

"Fall! Thunder!"

The Iron Sand Giant Sword disintegrated from the impact, and the scattered iron powder became a natural conductor, suddenly channeling down a ten-meter-wide flash of lightning from high above, striking the spot where Wan Ling stood.

And not only that, Ji Liang and Jiying’s bombs, Anonymous’s Mountain Opening Axe, Lamborgini’s Hand Crossbow Arrows, all sorts of attacks were unleashed in a barrage.

"The attack is working! She’s about to give out!"

The professional player with the Shamat hairstyle displayed excitement. Everyone present was a top-notch expert among millions; what Li Cheng could observe, they could as well.

Combining the high-frequency shimmering around Wan Ling, and the noticeable frame rate changes in the surrounding environment’s air dust,

A bit of analysis was enough to guess that Wan Ling avoided external damage by manipulating frame rates.

In other words, as long as the attacks were continuous and covered as many frames as possible, Wan Ling would eventually fail to grasp the gaps between frames and expose a flaw.

The ground collapsed, dust flew, and water pipes buried deep underground were shattered by the aftermath of the battle, spraying water, and forming a rainbow under the sunlight.

"There’s only one enemy left, everyone give it your all..."

The last "ah" had not yet been uttered, when the professional player with the Shamat hairstyle suddenly froze.

A trace of blood appeared from the right temple to the left cheekbone.

Half of the head slowly slid down along the smooth surface of the skull under the pull of gravity.

"You really underestimated me, huh."

Amidst the smoking pit, Wan Ling’s voice, tinged with anger, sounded out.