The pull on the wrench grew stronger with every breath It felt like a giant magnet had latched onto the tool and was reeling it in Mike tightened his fist inside his pocket and held it down with stubborn force He stared into the Ten Thousand Foot Magnetic Gorge and listened to the faint metallic hum

  He understood this sound It was not mysticism It was field force singing

  Behind him the Beidou Sword Formation tightened again The disciples did not dare step too close to the gorge But their sword light still pressed him from every side It was like trucks boxing him in on a narrow bridge with no shoulder and no exit

  Elder Xuanji lifted his hand and the disciples raised their blades together A line of sword qi shot forward to push Mike one step closer to the drop It was a clean cruel method No need to kill him with their own hands

  Let the gorge do it

  Mike planted his boots He leaned back like a driver bracing a trailer against a jackknife The sha qi in his body still roared But he could feel it thinning Like fuel in a tank that has been running wide open too long

  He glanced down at the wrench shaking in his pocket Chrome vanadium High density High magnetic response In this place it was not only a tool It was bait It was an anchor

  It was a steering input

  His mind raced and the old truck logic snapped into place If this gorge is one giant coil Then the field is not stable everywhere It has gradients It has weak spots and spikes

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  And if you throw a big piece of metal into a strong spike you can scramble the pattern Even for a moment

  Mike ripped the wrench out He did not throw it straight He spun his whole body and sent it in a wide swinging arc Like slinging a chain around a stuck axle The wrench flew low over the ground

  Then it hit the air above the gorge and the pull yanked it upward violently

  In that instant the magnetic light in the gorge flared It surged toward the wrench like hungry water toward a drain The hum turned into a scream The twisted lines of light snapped out of alignment

  The effect was immediate All the swords in the Beidou Sword Formation trembled hard Several blades tore free from their owners hands and shot toward the gorge Disciples screamed and grabbed at empty air

  The formation line wavered The sword light thinned

  Mike did not waste the opening He drove forward through the gap like a rig catching a green light after hours of red He punched one disciple in the chest and stole momentum He shoved another aside and broke out of the ring

  Then the gorge pulled again Not only on the wrench now On every piece of steel More swords slipped free A cluster of flying blades shot into the magnetic gorge and vanished

  The whole formation snapped like a rope that has lost tension

  Elder Xuanji roared in fury He tried to stabilize the formation with hand seals But the gorge did not care The field swallowed sword qi the way deep water swallows sound

  Mike ran He ran along the cliff edge and cut behind a wall of jagged rock The humming chased him like a swarm For a few breaths he was free

  Then the sha qi inside him sputtered The V eight roar in his chest coughed once Then faded Like an engine starved of fuel

  Mike stumbled His legs went soft The world tilted

  A cold mechanical counting started inside his mind It was not a voice from the sect It was not a demon whisper It was his own heartbeat turning into a timer

  Ten Nine

  The numbers dropped with ruthless certainty Mike pressed a hand to his chest His pulse was fading fast And he knew with sudden clarity If the count reached zero

  He would not wake up anywhere ever again

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