180: Chapter 180 Wang Lin's Test (Part 5)

Wen Yanghao's perception could no longer keep up; he simply could not see Luo Qinghe's sword paths clearly, and his blood-energy perception seemed to have malfunctioned in front of Luo Qinghe.

The three of them stood at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, motionless, as if someone had cast a binding spell on them.

They no longer had the qualifications to intervene in this battle.

Wang Lin felt the pressure growing greater and greater.

Luo Qinghe's sword was becoming faster, heavier, and more elusive.

His six Tentacles had all been committed to defense, with no energy left to counterattack.

His Vajra Transformation Tentacles began to show fine, dense scars under Luo Qinghe's sword; they were not deep wounds, but each one reminded him that Luo Qinghe's sword could break through his defense.

Luo Qinghe thrust out another sword strike.

This strike was different from the previous ones.

The previous sword strikes, no matter how fast, heavy, or bizarre, at least had a traceable path.

Wang Lin could not feel this strike. His perception could not capture this sword strike.

After the sword was thrust from Luo Qinghe's hand, it vanished from his perception.

There was no trajectory, no Speed, no direction; he knew nothing.

Wang Lin made a decision.

He closed his eyes and completely surrendered himself to spatial perception.

Vision can deceive, hearing can deceive, and even touch can deceive.

But space will not; every inch of space is real, with no falsehoods, no disguises, and no deception.

This was the first time Wang Lin had truly perceived space after learning the [Space] Superpower.

Wang Lin's consciousness expanded outward, covering the entire Martial Arts Arena.

The ground, ceiling, spectator stands, seats, air, dust, light...

Every object had a precise position in his perception.

Then he found it: Luo Qinghe's sword was right ten centimeters in front of his throat.

It hadn't flown over, nor had it been thrust over; it had been there the whole time.

The tip of the sword had been in that position from the very beginning; it was just that he had used some method to make it imperceptible to Wang Lin.

Space did not lie; it was Wang Lin's perception that had been deceived.

Wang Lin's head jerked sharply to the right.

A silver light streaked past the left side of his throat, catching a wisp of hair and cutting off several strands.

The strands of hair drifted in the air, and the tip of the sword sliced the skin on the side of Wang Lin's neck, leaving a thin trail of blood.

Beads of blood seeped from the wound, flowing down his neck.

Wang Lin took a few steps back and stood firm.

The six Tentacles swam slowly behind him, like six alert snakes.

He pulled his hand out of his pocket, touched the bloodstain on his neck, looked down at the blood on his fingertip, and then raised his head to look at Luo Qinghe.

Luo Qinghe stood there, the tip of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground, his breathing steady.

The two of them stared at each other for three seconds.

Wang Lin looked at him and said, "I admit that you are strong. But I only used twenty percent of my power."

A low commotion broke out in the spectator stands.

Twenty percent? That level of intensity just now, and he only used twenty percent?

Song Zhengchu stood at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena, hands behind his back, his gaze locked tightly onto Wang Lin.

At this moment, Wang Lin's shoulders moved slightly, and then...

Behind him, his clothes ripped open in a dozen places.

One, two, three... Tentacles with a metallic texture extended from his shoulder blades, both sides of his spine, and his waist, slowly unfolding in the air.

Seven, eight, nine, ten...

Someone in the spectator stands stood up. Not just one person, but several.

The people from the Council of Elders turned pale, and the instructors' eyes widened in shock...

Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen...

The Tentacles continued to extend, each one gleaming with a metallic luster, each one vibrating slightly, and the end of each one as sharp as a blade.

They unfolded behind Wang Lin, occupying more than half of the space in the Martial Arts Arena.

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...

Twenty. Adding the two formed from his hands, there were twenty-two in total.

The twenty-two Tentacles swam slowly behind Wang Lin, each one executing a different blade technique...

Some were drawing circles, some were hacking, some were thrusting, and some were sweeping...

Twenty-two blade techniques, twenty-two rhythms, twenty-two trajectories, all displayed on one person simultaneously.

The Martial Arts Arena went quiet.

Everyone was watching those twenty-two Tentacles, watching the young man surrounded by them.

Luo Qinghe's expression grew solemn; he did not know if what Wang Lin said was true or false...

Twenty percent power, plus twenty percent power, added up to only forty percent.

If what Wang Lin said was true, then what would his true strength look like?

Luo Qinghe did not know; all he could do was face the enemy before him and use his full strength.

He gripped the sword in his hand, and the silvery-white luster on the blade became more restrained and quiet.

Luo Qinghe's breathing steadied, and his blood-energy circulated slowly within his body, like a sleeping river, with no waves or splashes,

but once it awakened, it would submerge everything.

Luo Qinghe moved. This time, he did not use that "the sword was there from the beginning" move.

He knew that kind of move was useless against the current Wang Lin...

Wang Lin had already learned to use spatial perception to capture his sword.

So he changed his approach.

His sword no longer thrust from the front but wove between the twenty-two Tentacles, like a silver fish swimming through reefs.

His figure flickered in and out of the forest of Wang Lin's Tentacles, the sword light flashing; every flicker stabbed toward the root of a Tentacle...

That was where the Tentacles connected to Wang Lin's body, the most vulnerable spot.

Wang Lin's twenty-two Tentacles moved simultaneously, not fighting individually, but as a whole.

Some Tentacles were blocking, some were counterattacking, and some were predicting his movement.

Luo Qinghe's sword wove between the Tentacles; he dodged the first, the second, the third...

But the tenth, eleventh, and twelfth struck simultaneously from three directions, sealing off all his retreat paths.

Luo Qinghe's body bent sharply in the air, like a twisted silver snake, passing through the gap between the three Tentacles.

The tip of his sword touched the ground, using the force to spring up, and his entire body turned into a silver light, heading straight for Wang Lin's main body.

The twenty-two Tentacles converged simultaneously, forming an impenetrable barrier in front of Wang Lin.

Luo Qinghe's sword struck the barrier.

"Clang—"

With a loud noise, sparks flew everywhere.

Luo Qinghe's sword was deflected, his body flipped in the air, landed on the ground, stepped back three times, and stabilized his stance.

Luo Qinghe looked down at the sword in his hand, then raised his head and looked at Wang Lin.

Wang Lin stood there, the twenty-two Tentacles slowly unfolding in front of him like a living city wall.

His expression was calm, his breathing steady, as if the exchange just now was merely a warm-up for him.

"Can you still fight?" Wang Lin asked.

Luo Qinghe was silent for a moment: "Yes."

Luo Qinghe gripped the hilt of his sword, and his blood-energy began to circulate again. This time, he no longer suppressed his strength.

The LV5 bottleneck was broken through by him, and blood-energy surged within his body like a breached flood.

His aura was constantly climbing...

From LV5 to the peak of LV5, from the peak of LV5 to the threshold of LV6.

The crowd in the spectator stands was shocked:

"Luo Qinghe... he is LV6?"

"He has been suppressing his level all along..."

"Why? Why would he hide his strength?"