novelWho Can Rival Him?
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Heaven Punishment Saber!
Slashing downwards...
The heavenly dipper aura radiated out in all directions, fierce and tyrannical, wanting to destroy all life.
The formless airflow condensed into a saber, just like the heaven punishment saber that was described in the legends, capable of determining the fate of the multitude of living creatures.
For those who showed signs of disobedience, heaven's will was like a saber. Once it slashed down, it would exude majestic heavenly might, turning the defiant ones into ashes.
RUMBLE~
"What sound is that?" The crowd mumbled.
They could hear the sounds of thunder rumbling through space as though the heavens themselves were angered.
In an instant, only a beam of saber light remained, slashing through the sky. This beam of saber light was filled with a sense of annihilation, wanting to destroy everything.
The saber light seemed slow, but the formless air force had already securely locked onto Feng Lin's body, causing Feng Lin to be unable to escape.
In truth, Feng Lin also didn't intend to dodge. His body instinctively felt the threat as his goosebumps appeared.
A wild look appeared in his eyes.
In the legends, the great sage was an existence that could wreak havoc in the heavenly courts. Even when he was brought to the execution stand for beheading or even when he was struck by lightning and burned by fire, not even a single strand of fur from the great sage's body was damaged. This caused the immortals and buddhas to be completely helpless with regards to him.
Just a mere Heaven Punishment Saber, what was there to fear?
Feng Lin wanted to see how much power did this saber contain.
Ho!
Feng Lin's palms created circles after circles in the air. Their movements looked like a dancing butterfly, causing those who watched it to fall into a daze.
The power of his palm gathered, and there seemed to be a flag in front of him, fluttering in the wind, containing the power of chaos from the Primordial Era.
Primordial Flag Imprint!
A flash of white light arced through the sky, descending like a formless saber.
Pu, Pu, Pu!
His palms launched out repeatedly, neutralizing the saber qi and dispersing its form completely.
Dang!
Everyone glanced over, none of the spectators dared to blink as they watched intently.
The saber qi dissipated as the churning energy waves cleared. Two figures stood together face to face, both not moving at all.
At this moment, Feng Lin's palms pressed together, and an extremely sharp treasured saber could be seen clutched between them. Feng Li had used his actual saber in this attack as well, and the saber was now stuck in a position one centimeter away from Feng Lin's forehead, unable to advance anymore.
If the saber could slash down one centimeter more, Feng Lin would have already died.
However, Feng Lin's palms were like the gates of heaven, holding the saber securely. This one-centimeter gap was like a heavenly moat; the treasured saber had no way to breach it.
Receiving a saber's attack bare-handed!
Silence was everywhere as the spectators were completely stunned by this sight. How incredible.
Blocking saber attacks bare-handed was stuff that only happened in the legends.
For combat between ordinary people, such a thing might occasionally happen. But for a fight between cultivators, given how fierce the pace and how intense the fight was, such a thing was impossible to happen.
Yet, this Feng Lin actually managed to do it.
Seeing this scene before their eyes, the other spectators had to believe it even if they didn't want to.
What shocked them the most was the fact that Feng Lin had received the ultimate saber attacks from one of the top geniuses in the Feng Clan. This was simply...
The emotions the crowd was feeling could no longer be described as being shocked... There was just a question remaining in their hearts.
How hard is Feng Lin's body currently?!
Although the saying was that 'men could not, not be hard', wasn't this a little over the extreme?
The countenances of everyone changed as they glanced over.
They only managed to see Feng Lin's palms generating power. After that, with an abrupt twist, the treasured saber that was caught between the two palms emitted a shrill sound before it shattered into pieces. The pieces further crumbled into metallic dust, floating away in the air.
Everyone, "..."
"..." Feng Li lowered his head and saw his treasured saber being crushed into pieces. He didn't say anything more and simply turned around to depart.
"Next time, after I managed to fuse all the saber qi and be one with it, I will defeat you." From afar, he spoke a single sentence before he left.
Feng Lin didn't care too much about this.
Given his growth speed, although Feng Li's talent wasn't inferior, how tough would it be for Feng Li to catch up to him?
This was simply impossible.
Also, the disparity between them was greater than what Feng Li had imagined.
Feng Lin lowered his head and glanced at his palms; he could see a clear scar there. His hardened skin actually chipped a bit as a small trickle of blood flowed out from it.
What an immensely powerful saber art! Feng Li actually managed to slice his skin.
The participants in the surroundings were all immersed in shock and persisted in this state for a long time, not yet returning to their senses.
Daring to fall into a daze in the midst of combat? Feng Lin's lips curled up in a malevolent smile. His silhouette flashed as he lunged into the midst of the participants.
He activated the Stone Monkey Gene's ability to the max. His body was as tough as a stone as he barged in head-on.
His punch was like thunder while the kicks he unleashed were like whips that moved so fast that no one could track its shadow.
Feng Lin didn't bother with defense. He made large moves, unleashing ruthless and ferocious attacks, blasting out power through the air as a tyrannical aura swept over everything.
"Go to hell!" The participants roared. Many of them were hit by the attacks, and they were in so much pain that their faces contorted in agony.
The pain caused their anger to erupt as they retaliated in full strength.
Fireballs shot out, resembling shooting stars. Icicles rained down from the sky...
Wind and thunder converged, radiating thunderous rumbling noises...
Frost and ice manifested, forming a glacial river that gushed madly...
Upon seeing Feng Lin's fearsome methods, how could any of them still dare to fight in close combat with him? They all unleashed energy attacks, wanting to engulf Feng Lin within an energy storm.
These people were considered top geniuses of the Feng Clan and had a deep understanding of their genetic abilities. When they worked together, they did so perfectly.
The various energy types converged into one, charging at Feng Lin. He had no way to evade and was swallowed up completely.
A faint jade-green luster radiated from his skin, forming a protective layer of light that completely isolated the energy storm. He didn't suffer any damage at all.
He was impervious to fire and water, untouched by the myriad of laws.
Feng Lin was like leisurely walking around in his courtyard, at ease and filled with confidence.
Although this energy current seemed fierce, there was only quantity to it, there was no quality.
Feng Lin didn't feel any pressure at all.
The logic was very simple! No matter how much water there was in the ocean, would the water be able to drown a seemingly weak-looking little fish to its death?
After the Stone Monkey Gene's ability was strengthened to the max, he was only one step away from the elite cultivator realm. He could already be considered a half-step elite cultivator.
The quality of the energy storm was simply too weak; thus, no matter how much the quantity was, it wasn't able to injure him. In fact, he even felt he was soaking in a hot spring, very comforting.
"Yiiii!"
All of a sudden, an ear-piercing cry that seemingly belonged to an eagle or a falcon rang out as violent gusts of wind was generated.
Feng Jinpeng rode the wind and soared up the air, resembling a golden-winged roc. He would frequently shift his positions, moving at an insane speed. The spectators could only see a golden silhouette flashing about in the air. No one could see Feng Jinpeng clearly.
Even Feng Lin's speed was inferior in comparison.
Other than that artificial god, the titan, this was the first time Feng Lin encountered an opponent faster than him in speed.
Although his opponent's attack was useless against him, it was quite a handful to handle Feng Jinpeng.
Feng Lin didn't want to delay things any longer, and he decided to end things fast.
Bullet Time!
He activated the Adrenaline Gene and entered the special state of bullet time where his thinking process increased immensely while the world seemed to have slowed down.
Feng Jinpeng's expression was grim. He was wrapped in the embrace of the ferocious gales as he descended from the air.
Both his hands took the form of claws and were as sharp as hooks. Cold light gleamed from them as he aimed for Feng Lin's throat.
A cold smile lit up his face. It was like he could already see the scene of Feng Lin being grabbed by him and obediently surrendering.
"Get down." A calm voice rang out.
"What?" Feng Jinpeng narrowed his eyes. An ordinary palm slowly grabbed out in slow speed but was moving extremely fast in reality.
"Not good!" Feng Jinpeng manifested more gales, wanting to escape.
However, everything was already too late.
The palm was like an iron hoop directly binding his legs. After that, with a ferocious pull, Feng Jinpeng was directly dragged down from the air.
His legs trembled intensely due to the amount of power being used by Feng Lin.
Feng Jinpeng only felt as though his body was electrified. He was completely numb, and even his bones were about to be dislocated. He had no strength to struggle.
Feng Lin hoisted him up like how one would hoist a dead chicken. But his eyes calmly regarded his surroundings.
No one else dared to get near to him.
Staring around in all directions, who among the participants could rival him?
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