206: Chapter 206 Chase Through the Mist (Part Two)

Their attacks wove into an airtight net, trapping Wang Lin in the center.

Wang Lin did not have other offensive Superpowers, because the reaction of an Ancient Martial Artist was faster than an Esper's; often, before the Superpower could even be activated, the opponent had already dodged away.

Especially in this kind of close-quarters combat, an Esper was simply no match for an Ancient Martial Artist.

Wang Lin lightly brushed his space ring.

Two blades appeared in his hands; dual-blade style.

Wang Lin gripped the two blades with both hands; his left hand's blade blocked Shen Ying's fist, and his right hand's blade blocked Shen Hu's leg.

The blade edge and the fist collided, emitting a muffled thud.

The blade edge and the leg collided, sparking a burst of light.

Wang Lin's blade techniques were even more terrifying than his Superpowers. Forty-seven types of blade techniques rotated and alternated in his hands; his left hand's Liuyun Blade Art was elegant and agile, while his right hand's Army-Breaker Blade Technique was fierce and domineering.

Two blades, two rhythms, perfectly fused together in one person's hands.

Shen Ying's fists grew heavier and heavier, but his fists could not hit Wang Lin.

Wang Lin activated the [Snake Transformation] Superpower.

His body moved like a snake, weaving through the wind of the fists, dodging by a hair's breadth every single time.

Wang Lin's blade always managed to cut in at the very instant Shen Ying threw a punch, leaving new blade marks on his fist.

Shen Hu's legs grew faster and faster, yet he could not kick Wang Lin either.

Wang Lin's blade always parried at the instant he threw a kick; the blade edge and the leg bone collided, emitting a crisp sound.

The three of them fought for a dozen moves, neither side gaining an advantage.

But the physical strength of Shen Ying and Shen Hu was rapidly depleting, and wounds began to appear on their bodies.

Yet there were no wounds on Wang Lin's body; apart from a few tears in his clothes, his skin remained completely unscathed.

The luster of Vajra Transformation flickered on his body, appearing whenever it was needed most to block attacks he could not dodge.

The Wind Ability also circulated under his feet, making his footwork faster and more agile.

Shen Junlin stood to the side, watching the three of them locked in an inextricable battle, his expression growing uglier by the second.

Two Level 6 Ancient Martial Artists, fighting one Level 4 Esper, and they had actually fought to a draw.

Shen Ying's strength could not pierce through Wang Lin's Vajra Transformation, Shen Hu's Speed could not keep up with Wang Lin's Wind Element footwork, and Wang Lin's dual blades wove freely between them.

If they continued fighting like this, Shen Ying and Shen Hu would be the first to collapse; they wouldn't lose because of their strength, but because of their stamina.

Shen Junlin could not wait any longer; he drew his sword, the tip pointing at Wang Lin's back, which was a blind spot in Wang Lin's field of vision.

Shen Junlin gripped his sword, his sword intent condensing—a full-power strike from a Level 5 Sword God.

He took a deep breath and charged forward.

A flash of sword light cut through the mist, heading straight for Wang Lin's back. This strike was not a probe, not a feint, but a killing blow.

Wang Lin's Mental Energy perception captured that flash of sword light from behind.

Shen Junlin chose to attack at the very moment Shen Ying and Shen Hu were striking simultaneously, leaving Wang Lin unable to handle attacks from three directions at once.

Wang Lin did not turn around; he leaned his body forward, dodging the sword strike from behind.

At the same time, the blade in his left hand blocked Shen Ying's fist, and the blade in his right hand blocked Shen Hu's leg.

Three people, three directions, all blocked, but Wang Lin had no chance to counterattack because Shen Junlin's second sword strike had already arrived.

Sword light danced around Wang Lin, every strike aiming straight for vital points like his throat, heart, dantian, and spine.

Slowly, facing the encirclement of the three, cracks began to appear in Wang Lin's defense.

It was not because his blade techniques were lacking, but because he had to handle three people's attacks, three people's rhythms, and three people's directions simultaneously.

Shen Ying's fist smashed into his left shoulder; the luster of Vajra Transformation flickered, blocking most of the force.

Shen Hu seized the opportunity and swept a leg across Wang Lin's waist. The Wind Ability caused him to shift a few inches at the last moment, but his waist still burned with pain.

Just then, Shen Junlin's sword arrived; the sword intent pierced through the Vajra Transformation, leaving a shallow bloodstain on Wang Lin's skin.

Wang Lin's body suddenly retracted, springing out of the trio's encirclement.

His figure traced an arc through the mist, landing under a large tree ten meters away.

He looked down at the bloodstain on his arm and said indifferently, "Your strength is not bad. But it is only 'not bad'."

Afterward, Wang Lin retracted the two blades back into his space ring.

The clothes on Wang Lin's back split open.

One, two, three... over a dozen Tentacles extended from behind Wang Lin.

Each one was over two meters long, with ends as sharp as blades.

Twelve... fifteen... eighteen... twenty... twenty-two...

Twenty-two Tentacles unfurled behind Wang Lin, occupying most of the clearing.

Shen Ying's eyes widened abruptly, and a chill ran down his back; his instincts told him that those Tentacles were more dangerous than the blades in Wang Lin's hands.

With the twenty-two Tentacles unfurled, Wang Lin looked at the three people in front of him and charged.

The Wind Ability erupted under his feet, his Speed so fast that it left an afterimage in the mist.

Army-Breaker Blade Technique, Liuyun Blade Art, Wind-Slicing Thirteen Styles, Tyrant Blade, Shadowless Blade...

Twenty-two types of blade techniques poured out toward the three of them simultaneously.

Shen Ying was a strength-type Ancient Martial Artist; he was not good at dodging, only at head-on collisions.

His fist smashed toward the incoming Tentacles. With a loud "Clang—", sparks flew everywhere.

A deep bloodstain was left on Shen Ying's fist, while there was only a shallow white mark on the surface of the Tentacle.

Shen Ying's eyes widened abruptly, and he retreated several steps. Looking at his own bloodied, mangled fist, then at the unscathed Tentacle, he felt a sense of disbelief.

On the other side, Shen Hu dodged the first, second, and third.

He evaded the fourth, fifth, and sixth.

He parried the seventh, eighth, and ninth.

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

His body twisted violently in mid-air, slipping through the gap between the three Tentacles.

Shen Hu's leg was grazed by one of them; his pant leg was torn open, and a deep bloodstain was left on his calf.

Shen Junlin's swordsmanship was fast, but there were too many Tentacles. He blocked the ones in front, but the ones behind had already struck.

Shen Junlin had to retreat, retreating all the way to a large tree, backing against the trunk, before he could barely block the attacks of all the Tentacles.

His sword intent was specialized for cutting Mental Energy, but these Tentacles were not condensed from Mental Energy; they were physical entities.

His sword intent was ineffective against them.

He had to rely on his swordsmanship to fight them head-on.

At this moment, Shen Ying was entangled by three Tentacles simultaneously.

His left arm, right arm, and waist were tightly bound by Wang Lin's Tentacles.

The Tentacles coiled tighter and tighter, so tight that his bones were creaking; Shen Ying's complexion turned from iron-blue to pale white.

Shen Hu was besieged by five Tentacles; no matter how fast his footwork was, it could not outpace five Tentacles coming from different directions and with different rhythms.

At this point, he was covered in wounds.

Shen Junlin was likewise driven to a desperate situation by seven Tentacles.

His entire body was trembling, and his swordsmanship had become chaotic.

Wang Lin stood in the center of the clearing, twenty-two Tentacles dancing around him, his expression calm.