190: Chapter 190 [God of the Blade] VS [God of the Sword]

Shen Junlin looked into Wang Lin's eyes; that gaze was like a collector looking at a prized item he had set his sights on.

This kind of gaze made Shen Junlin very uncomfortable.

At this moment, Shen Haochen, who was standing to the side, couldn't hold back anymore and took a step forward: "Big Brother, let me teach this brat a lesson..."

Shen Junlin raised his hand to stop him: "Stand down."

Shen Haochen was stunned for a moment: "Big Brother..."

"I said stand down."

Shen Haochen's expression shifted, and he gritted his teeth as he stepped back.

He didn't understand why his Big Brother wouldn't let him make a move.

Usually, when his Big Brother encountered such an ignorant fellow, he would have solved it with a single sword strike long ago, but today, he hadn't.

Could this freshman be that powerful? Powerful enough that he couldn't defeat him?

Wang Lin stood there, looking at Shen Junlin, and said: "If you aren't going to make a move, then I'll ask a few questions."

"First, you checked Lin Shiyao's background and knew her family situation."

"Her mother is ill and needs money for treatment, so she works everywhere to earn money."

"You had Shen Haochen ruin her jobs one by one, leaving her with no way out."

"What is the meaning of this?"

Shen Junlin did not speak.

"Second, you sent seven people to surround her."

"Seven people, a wheel battle, exhausting her Superpower and her Mental Energy. You waited until she couldn't hold on anymore before you made your move."

"This isn't called a battle; it's called hunting."

"You aren't courting her; you are taming her."

"You are a Beast Tamer, and she is the beast."

"You want to make her obedient."

Shen Junlin's expression shifted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Third, you just said you wanted her to be your woman."

"Using her mother's illness, her job, and her survival to threaten her."

"This isn't romance; it's a transaction."

"You are using her weakness to trade for her submission."

"You don't like her; you like the feeling of conquering her."

Wang Lin's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard him clearly.

These words were like a needle piercing Shen Junlin's heart.

Shen Junlin was silent for a long time, then smiled: "Are you finished?"

"I'm finished."

"Then you can make your move."

Wang Lin shook his head: "I won't make the first move."

"Why?"

"Because only if you move first can I fight back. If you don't move and I do, then I'm the one starting the fight."

"You are the eldest son of the main line of the Shen Family, and your younger brother is a young master of a branch line; you walk around with impunity in the academy, and no one dares to control you."

"I am just a freshman; if I strike first, no matter the reason, I'll be the one taking the blame in the end."

"That's why I need you to move first."

Shen Junlin's eyes changed; he hadn't encountered such a difficult opponent in a long time: "Do you think that just because of this, I won't make a move?"

"No, you will. Because you care about your face." Wang Lin looked into his eyes.

"Your face is more important than anything. You spent so much effort setting up this trap, only for a freshman to ruin it."

"If this gets out, what will others say?"

"They'll say that Shen Junlin was too scared by a freshman to even make a move. You can't afford to lose face like that."

"So you will make a move, and you will do it very soon."

"You aren't waiting for a reason; you are looking for an excuse."

"Your excuse is: I insulted the Shen Family, and then you draw your sword. That way, no one will question why you started the fight; they will only say I deserved it."

"Actually, you don't have to be like this. Even if the Shen Family has great power in the Holy City, I don't think much of your Shen Family at all."

"These days, who doesn't have a backer? Those without backers die quickly!"

Shen Junlin was silent for a long time, then spoke: "People like you shouldn't come to the Holy City Academy."

"Then where should I go?"

"You should go die."

Shen Junlin drew his long sword.

Wang Lin felt an invisible sword intent radiating from the frost white blade.

Wang Lin looked at the cold light on the blade and lightly brushed his finger over his space ring.

A sword appeared in his hand.

It was a laser sword, one of the things he had brought out from the temple; like the plasma pistol, it was a relic left behind by the previous civilization.

Wang Lin recently discovered that this laser sword had a hidden function: it could change its form.

The blade could shorten to become a dagger, lengthen to become a spear, or bend to become a blade.

As long as he imagined the form he wanted in his mind, the laser sword would automatically adjust its energy structure and turn into the shape he desired.

The light of the blade began to change, shifting from silver-white to pale blue, and from a slender sword shape to a slightly curved blade shape.

The blade body was wider than the sword, the back of the blade was thicker, and the edge was sharper.

The laser sword emitted a crisp hum in his hand, as if responding to his call.

Wang Lin held the laser sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and looked at Shen Junlin.

"Your Superpower is [Sword God], and my Superpower is [Blade God]."

"It's a perfect opportunity to see who is stronger."

Shen Junlin's eyes narrowed slightly.

[Blade God]?

"So your Superpower is [Blade God]. A LV4 [Blade God] wants to fight my LV5 [Sword God]?"

"You are far too arrogant."

Wang Lin didn't answer; he gripped the laser sword tight and charged forward.

With a flash of light, the laser sword swung upward, carrying a piercing sound as it cut through the air, creating a pale blue arc.

Army-Breaker Blade Technique, First Form, Army-Breaker Slash.

Shen Junlin's sword met it.

The frost white drew a semicircle in the air, and the sword and blade collided.

"Clang—" A loud noise rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wang Lin took a step back, and Shen Junlin also took a step back.

The strength of the two was evenly matched.

Shen Junlin frowned.

He had thought this strike would send Wang Lin flying, but Wang Lin had only stepped back once.

Moreover, the web between Wang Lin's thumb and index finger wasn't numb, his arm wasn't trembling, and the blade was held firmly in his hand.

It wasn't that Wang Lin's strength had increased; it was that Shen Junlin's sword intent was ineffective against Wang Lin.

Because Wang Lin's Blade God was naturally resistant to the oppression of the Sword God.

The blade and the sword shared the same origin but flowed in different streams; neither could suppress the other.

Wang Lin didn't give him time to think, and the second strike was already descending.

The laser sword swung down from above, carrying a whistling wind as it headed straight for the top of Shen Junlin's head.

Army-Breaker Blade Technique, Third Form, Mountain-Splitting and Peak-Breaking.

Shen Junlin raised his sword to block, "Clang—" another loud noise.

Wang Lin didn't retreat, and neither did Shen Junlin.

The third strike, the fourth strike, the fifth strike...

Strike after strike, each one faster than the last, each one heavier than the last.

Shen Junlin's sword was blocking, but his expression grew uglier and uglier.

Because he discovered that he was being suppressed by Wang Lin, not in terms of strength, but in terms of rhythm.

Wang Lin's blade was too fast, so fast that he had no time to counterattack.

He could only keep blocking, blocking, blocking.

Wang Lin's blade techniques were constantly changing.

After finishing the Army-Breaker Blade Technique, he switched to the Liuyun Blade Art;

After finishing the Liuyun Blade Art, he switched to the Wind-Slicing Thirteen Styles;

After finishing the Wind-Slicing Thirteen Styles, he switched to the Tyrant Blade.