207: Chapter 207 Chase Through the Mist (Part 3)

Twenty-two Tentacles were like twenty-two independent warriors, each executing a different task.

Some were attacking, some were defending, some were restraining, and some were feinting.

Wang Lin looked at them, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly: "Is that it? Your strength is nothing more than this."

"Now, go to hell for me..."

Wang Lin began to exert force. Shen Ying, who was wrapped by three Tentacles, saw his complexion change from iron-blue to deathly pale.

But Shen Ying did not beg for mercy, nor did he scream.

He was a death soldier of the Shen Family, and from the day he was chosen, he knew this day would come.

Dying on a mission was the best destination for a death soldier.

Wang Lin extended another Tentacle to wrap around Shen Ying's neck and applied a slight amount of force.

A crisp snap came from Shen Ying's neck; his head tilted to the side at an impossible angle, his eyes remained closed, and there was no expression on his face.

Wang Lin released the Tentacles, and Shen Ying's body collapsed softly to the ground, motionless.

Shen Hu saw this scene, his pupils constricting sharply.

He and Shen Ying had been partners for over twenty years; since they were young, they had trained together, gone on missions together, killed together, and drank together.

Their lives were linked; if one died, the other had no desire to live.

Shen Hu abandoned his defense and rushed toward Wang Lin desperately. His leg techniques were fierce, and every kick aimed straight for Wang Lin's vitals.

He wanted to avenge Shen Ying, even if it meant perishing together.

But Wang Lin's five Tentacles stabbed from five directions simultaneously, sealing off all his escape routes.

No matter how fast Shen Hu's movement technique was, it could not outpace the five Tentacles; no matter how fierce his leg technique was, it could not block the five different blade techniques.

The first Tentacle pierced his left shoulder,

the second Tentacle pierced his right shoulder,

the third Tentacle pierced his left leg,

the fourth Tentacle pierced his right leg.

The fifth Tentacle wrapped around his neck, hoisting him into the air.

Shen Hu's body twitched a few times in the air, blood gushing from the wounds on his shoulders and thighs, dripping onto the ground and pooling into a small puddle of blood.

His eyes remained open, looking at Shen Ying's corpse on the ground. His lips moved a few times, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Finally, Shen Hu's head drooped, and he stopped moving.

Wang Lin released the Tentacles, and Shen Hu's body fell to the ground, lying side by side with Shen Ying.

Two people, two corpses, lying side by side, as if they were asleep.

Wang Lin looked down at them, his expression unchanged.

He shifted his gaze away from the two corpses and looked at Shen Junlin.

Shen Junlin leaned against a large tree, forced into a dead end by seven Tentacles. Looking at the corpses of Shen Ying and Shen Hu on the ground, his mind went blank.

Two LV6 Ancient Martial Artists, death soldiers who had followed the Shen Family for over twenty years, had died just like that.

In less than five minutes, they had been killed by a freshman in his first year, an LV4.

Shen Junlin gripped his sword tightly, the tip pointing at Wang Lin.

"Come then. I'm not afraid of you."

Wang Lin didn't waste words.

Seven Tentacles stabbed toward Shen Junlin simultaneously, sealing off all his escape routes.

The first stabbed toward his throat, the second toward his heart, the third toward his dantian... The seventh Tentacle; each one locked onto one of Shen Junlin's fatal vitals.

At this moment, Shen Junlin had nowhere to hide and nowhere to retreat; in the end, he chose to close his eyes.

Just at this moment, a cold light flew out from the mist; it was a silver thread.

The thread was as thin as a strand of hair, like a silver snake, and it precisely wrapped around Wang Lin's seven Tentacles.

The silver thread tightened, and deep cracks appeared on the surface of the Tentacles.

Wang Lin felt pain and abruptly retracted the Tentacles.

The seven Tentacles pulled out from the silver thread, each bearing a deep wound, and black blood seeped from the wounds, dripping onto the ground.

Wang Lin raised his head and looked deep into the mist.

A person walked out from the mist.

He was wearing a dark gray robe. His hair was gray, and there were not many wrinkles on his face, but they were very deep, as if carved by a knife.

His eyes were very bright—not the sharp, exposed brightness of a young person, but a brightness polished by long years.

His pace was slow, but every step felt like it was stepping on Wang Lin's heart.

He wore white gloves on his hands, and his fingers were slender, like those of a piano player.

On his left finger, he wore a huge space ring, inlaid with a dark red gemstone.

That was not an ordinary space ring; it was a Puppeteer's specialized Puppet Ring.

Inside were stored his puppets, each one crafted from the bones of exotic beasts and metal, and each possessed combat power above LV6.

Shen Junlin opened his eyes, and upon seeing that person, he felt a surge of joy and blurted out: "Third Grand-Uncle?"

Third Uncle Shen Henian, the uncle of the Shen Family head, and Shen Junlin's Third Grand-Uncle.

An LV8 Esper, one of the strongest in the Shen Family, it was said that he hadn't made a move in thirty years.

His Superpower was [Puppeteer], capable of controlling puppets.

His puppets were all stored in his space ring, each one crafted by his own hands, using the bones of exotic beasts as the skeleton, meteorite iron as the shell, and the crystal cores of exotic beasts as the power source.

Each puppet had an independent combat system, not requiring Third Uncle Shen Henian to be distracted by controlling them; they could fight on their own.

He alone was an army.

He was one of the pillars of the Shen Family; with him there, the Shen Family would not fall.

After arriving at the Mist Forest, Third Uncle Shen Henian had been secretly protecting Shen Junlin.

Shen Junlin was the future heir of the Shen Family, the most talented genius the Shen Family had seen in a hundred years.

Third Uncle Shen Henian did not want anything to happen to him, so he had been following behind, watching everything from a place where Shen Junlin could not see him.

Third Uncle Shen Henian watched Wang Lin kill Shen Ying and Shen Hu, but did not intervene.

Those two were death soldiers of the Shen Family; their deaths were not worth regretting.

But Shen Junlin could not die; he was the future of the Shen Family, the hope of the Shen Family.

Therefore, at the moment Shen Junlin closed his eyes, Third Uncle Shen Henian struck—not to save someone, but to kill Wang Lin.

Third Uncle Shen Henian could not let someone who posed a threat to the Shen Family leave this forest alive.

He walked up to Shen Junlin and glanced at him: "You are injured. Step back."

Shen Junlin lowered his head, looked at the wounds on his body, gritted his teeth, and retreated to the back.

Third Uncle Shen Henian turned to Wang Lin, his eyes cold: "Young man, you should not have touched the people of the Shen Family."

Wang Lin looked at him: "And what if I did? He wanted to kill me; should I just stand there and let him kill me?"

Third Uncle Shen Henian: "That's right, you should have stood there and let Junlin kill you. If Junlin wanted to kill you, that was your fate; you were destined to die..."

Wang Lin laughed loudly: "F*ck your bird fate! My life is mine, not heaven's! If you want to kill me, come on..."

Third Uncle Shen Henian's finger brushed lightly over the space ring: "Since you do not know what is good for you, then don't blame me."

Three figures flew out from the ring.

These were three humanoid puppets, two meters tall, their bodies covered in dark silver metal shells, with the white bones of exotic beasts exposed at the joints.

Their eyes were red crystal cores, flickering with an eerie light in the mist.