183: Chapter 183 Wang Lin's Test (Part 8)

On the viewing platform, some covered their mouths, while others turned their heads away, unable to bear looking.

Song Zhengchu stood in the distance, not rushing to attack. Watching the blood on Wang Lin, he said: "I almost forgot. You are an Esper. Your greatest strength is not your blade technique; it is your Superpower."

He watched the wounds on Wang Lin's body, which were healing at a Speed visible to the naked eye.

It was like time flowing backward; the wounds were shrinking, the blood flowing back, and the skin regenerating.

Wounds deep enough to see bone became shallow marks; shallow marks became red lines; red lines became white streaks; the white streaks disappeared.

In less than a few seconds, all of Wang Lin's wounds had healed.

On his arms, shoulders, ribs, and thighs, not a single trace remained.

Only the holes in his clothes and the bloodstains proved that wounds had once existed there.

[Regeneration] ability.

Song Zhengchu's eyes narrowed slightly: "It seems you didn't lie when you said you only used forty percent of your strength."

This was not mere politeness, nor was it flattery; it was a judgment given by an LV7 swordsman to an LV4 Esper.

The viewing platform became restless once again.

Over at the Council of Elders, some were whispering, and the instructors were exchanging glances. This time, it was not out of fear, but shock.

Song Zhengchu looked at Wang Lin, his sword slightly raised.

"No matter what Superpower you have, you cannot defeat me."

Wang Lin flexed his hands, which had just healed. The blood on them had already dried, forming dark red scabs.

Wang Lin shook his hands, and the scabs crumbled into powder, drifting away in the air.

"I have already thought of a way to defeat you?"

Song Zhengchu's sword paused: "What? You've already thought of a way to defeat me?"

"Then I must see what kind of method you can come up with."

Wang Lin did not answer.

He crouched down and pressed his hands against the ground.

[Earth Element] Superpower activated.

A sharp stone spike thrust out violently from a crack.

Immediately after came the second, the third, the fourth...

Stone spikes continued to thrust out from the ground, as dense as bamboo shoots after rain, extending from Wang Lin's position all the way to Song Zhengchu.

One after another, row after row, accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air and sharp killing intent.

Someone on the viewing platform exclaimed in surprise.

An LV4 [Earth Element] Esper should not be able to summon stone spikes on the bluestone ground of the Holy Court Martial Arts Arena.

Because the bluestone was not ordinary stone; it had been reinforced by the Holy Court's formations and had a natural resistance to Superpowers.

Even an LV5 [Earth Element] Esper would find it difficult to leave a mark on it, but Wang Lin had done it, and he had done it with ease.

Song Zhengchu's body moved between the stone spikes; he did not need to use his eyes to see from which direction the spikes were coming.

His body was faster than his eyes, his instincts faster than his thoughts.

The stone spikes thrust out one after another, and Song Zhengchu dodged them one by one.

His figure appeared and disappeared within the forest of stone spikes, like a swallow flying through a rainstorm—no matter how heavy the rain, it could not wet its wings.

"Is this the method you mentioned to defeat me?" Song Zhengchu's voice came from within the forest of stone spikes, still composed.

Song Zhengchu's figure suddenly accelerated; he no longer dodged the stone spikes but charged straight toward them.

His sword drew an arc in front of him, blocking the stone spikes thrusting from the front.

The tip of his sword tapped the point of a stone spike, and the spike began to shatter from the tip, crumbling into powder.

His sword intent was sharper, denser, and more unstoppable than the stone spikes.

Wang Lin erected an earth wall in front of him.

The earth wall rose from between his hands, blocking their line of sight.

The earth wall was thick, dense, and solid—sturdier than any earth wall he had summoned before.

But when Song Zhengchu's sword struck the earth wall, it collapsed instantly, as if made of paper.

Piercing a surface with a single point, his sword intent was transmitted through the sword tip to every molecule of the earth wall, shattering it all in the same instant.

The earth wall turned into a pile of powder in front of him, the powder drifting in the air.

Song Zhengchu's figure emerged from the powder. His sword tip pointed at Wang Lin's throat, less than half a meter away.

Yet, Wang Lin's hands were still pressed to the ground, an expression of disbelief on his face.

His earth wall hadn't even lasted a second in front of Song Zhengchu.

The Speed at which the sword tip pierced through the earth wall was faster than piercing through a piece of paper.

Song Zhengchu looked at him and said calmly: "You shouldn't have let me get close. Now, it's all over."

Song Zhengchu raised his sword and thrust it out.

The sword tip instantly pierced through Wang Lin's chest.

But there was no blood.

Wang Lin's body dissipated with a "poof," like a puff of smoke blown away by the wind. In the end, there was nothing left.

Superpower [Clone].

Song Zhengchu's eyes widened suddenly; the moment the sword tip pierced the fake body, there was surprisingly no resistance.

Song Zhengchu realized something was wrong and turned his head sharply to look behind him...

There was no one there. He turned his head again, but there was no sign of Wang Lin in front either.

His gaze swept across the Martial Arts Arena, but in every corner and every crevice, there was no sign of Wang Lin.

It was as if Wang Lin had vanished into thin air.

Someone on the viewing platform reacted, and a voice came from the Council of Elders, filled with panic: "Above! He's above!"

It turned out that when that wall blocked their line of sight earlier, Wang Lin had left a clone in place.

His main body had just teleported high into the air, and then he created two more clones to perform the Rasengan, which had a long casting time.

Song Zhengchu looked up.

There were three Wang Lins in the sky.

Their bodies were enveloped in a cyan light; that was the [Wind Element] Superpower.

The wind swirled around his body, forming a cyan vortex that held him in the air.

Wang Lin's clothes fluttered loudly in the wind, his right hand raised high, with a sphere floating in his palm.

Two other Wang Lins were continuously channeling energy into that sphere.

The sphere in Wang Lin's palm rotated continuously, growing larger and brighter.

Cyan light radiated from the sphere, illuminating the entire Martial Arts Arena.

Lu Zhiyi watched the sphere in Wang Lin's hand, her eyes complex: "Rasengan... it's a size bigger than last time."

When she had seen that move last time, the Rasengan was only the size of a fist.

But this time, it was several sizes larger and several times brighter, and the Speed of its rotation was so fast it was impossible to see clearly.

His Superpower had grown again.

Song Zhengchu's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the light of the sphere to see its core.

It was the ultimate compression of Wang Lin's power, using his Superpower, blood energy... blended together and compressed into a sphere.

Once this sphere exploded, the power wouldn't be additive; it would be multiplicative.

The Taiji Sword alone would not be enough to defend against it.

But the corners of Song Zhengchu's mouth curled up slightly.

It was not mockery, nor was it disdain; it was a form of acknowledgment—he finally acknowledged Wang Lin.

An LV4 Esper, facing an LV7 swordsman, did not shrink back, did not concede.

He used his own strength and his own wisdom to create an opportunity for himself, an opportunity to defeat him.

At this moment, Song Zhengchu no longer felt that Wang Lin was arrogant, because he had the capital to be arrogant.