218: Chapter 217 Dual Mastery of Sword and Blade

Shen Junlin nodded, leaped onto the back of the puppet bird, and stood behind Wang Lin. "Third Grand-Uncle, where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Wang Lin moved his fingers slightly, and the puppet bird's wings flapped violently, flying toward the depths of the Mist Forest.

In just a moment, the puppet bird flew to a deserted dense forest.

Shen Junlin was just about to ask when he suddenly heard Third Uncle Shen Henian speak: "Shen Junlin."

"Hmm?"

"You trust people too easily."

Shen Junlin froze abruptly, his eyes widening, his pupils constricting.

He looked at the figure in front of him; Third Grand-Uncle never called him by his full name, Third Grand-Uncle called him "Junlin."

Third Grand-Uncle's tone was never cold; Third Grand-Uncle's tone was always very flat.

Wang Lin turned around, looked at Shen Junlin's terrified face, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

His face began to change; wrinkles disappeared, his hair turned from gray to black, his height was restored, and his physique was restored.

He transformed back into Wang Lin's appearance, standing on the back of the puppet bird, looking down at Shen Junlin from above.

"Shen Junlin, we meet again."

Shen Junlin couldn't believe it, took a step back, his foot stepping on the edge of the puppet bird, and he almost slipped off.

"You... how can you be here? Where is Third Grand-Uncle?"

"My appearance here means your Third Grand-Uncle is already dead. And he was eaten by me."

Shen Junlin was stunned.

Eaten? What does that mean? His mind was a blank slate, unable to digest this word.

Third Grand-Uncle was an LV8 powerhouse, one of the strongest in the entire Shen Family, and a domain-type Puppeteer.

How could he possibly have been eaten by Wang Lin?

"Impossible. You're lying to me. Third Grand-Uncle couldn't..."

"Couldn't what?" Wang Lin interrupted him.

"Couldn't be killed by a kid like me who is LV4?"

"Let me tell you some good news; I am LV5 now."

"Thank you, Third Grand-Uncle; he did me a huge favor."

Shen Junlin drew his sword, the tip pointing at Wang Lin's throat.

"I don't care if you are LV5, and I don't care what you did to Third Grand-Uncle. Today, I will definitely kill you."

Wang Lin looked at him and shook his head: "When I was LV4, you couldn't kill me. Now that I'm LV5, can you still kill me?"

Wang Lin moved his fingers slightly, the puppet bird's body tilted sharply, Shen Junlin's foot slipped, and he fell off the back of the puppet bird.

He did a somersault in the air and landed on the tree canopy below.

Wang Lin stood on the puppet bird, looking down at him from above.

"Shen Junlin, I want your Sword God Superpower."

After speaking, Wang Lin leaped down, the Wind Element exploded under his feet, wings burst out from his back, and his body traced an arc in the air, landing on the branch opposite Shen Junlin.

"Draw your sword. I'll give you a chance for a fair duel."

Shen Junlin gripped his sword, his heart beating fast, but he didn't retreat: "You will regret this."

Wang Lin didn't answer; he pulled his hands out of his pockets, wiped his fingers across his space ring, and a blade appeared in his hand.

It was just an ordinary blade, glimmering with a cold metallic sheen.

Shen Junlin's sword was forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron, while Wang Lin's blade was forged from ordinary steel.

The two were of the same level, but the gap in their weapons was vast.

But Wang Lin didn't care; weapons weren't important, what mattered was the Superpower.

Shen Junlin struck instantly, stabbing from the side at a tricky angle with extreme Speed.

The sword light flashed in the mist, heading straight for Wang Lin's ribs.

This strike was no probing attack; it was full power.

Wang Lin's body dodged to the right, avoiding the first sword strike.

Shen Junlin's second strike followed immediately, slashing down from above, heading straight for Wang Lin's shoulder.

Wang Lin raised his blade to block, and the blade edge collided with the sword edge.

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

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

The two men's strength was evenly matched.

Shen Junlin's eyes widened abruptly.

His sword was forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron; Wang Lin's blade not only blocked it but didn't break, and he only took one step back.

Same level, same strength, same Superpower intensity.

Who wins and who loses depends entirely on who has richer combat experience, who has more trump cards, and who is more ruthless.

And in these three aspects, he was not as strong as Wang Lin.

Wang Lin didn't give him a chance to breathe.

The blade swung up from below, heading straight for Shen Junlin's chin.

Shen Junlin raised his sword to block, and the blade edge and sword edge collided again.

"Clang—" Another loud noise.

Wang Lin's blade didn't stop—the second strike, the third strike, the fourth strike.

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

Shen Junlin's sword was blocking, but his defense was becoming increasingly chaotic, his breathing heavier, and his arms more sore.

Wang Lin's blade slashed from the side; Shen Junlin didn't have time to block, so he leaned back. The blade grazed his shoulder, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his skin.

Shen Junlin retreated several steps, gasping for air, and for the first time, there was fear in his eyes.

Wang Lin gripped his blade, watching him.

"Your Sword God, before me, is nothing."

After speaking, Wang Lin walked toward Shen Junlin, the tip of his blade pointing obliquely at the ground, his pace very slow.

Wang Lin was waiting, waiting for Shen Junlin to use the true power of [Sword God], and then to devour it.

Wang Lin wanted to see the true power of [Sword God].

Shen Junlin watched Wang Lin walking closer and closer; a faint luster appeared on the dark silver sword body—that was the light of Sword Intent.

Shen Junlin's Sword Intent condensed to the extreme, pouring entirely into the sword body.

He was going to use his final move, his strongest sword strike, betting all his strength, betting all his dignity, and betting all his future.

"Sword God. Heaven Breaker."

The sword light flashed in the mist, fast as a meteor, bright as thunder.

The sword tip headed straight for Wang Lin's chest, carrying a piercing sound, carrying killing intent, and carrying all of Shen Junlin's strength and fury.

This strike was the pinnacle of the sword techniques he had practiced for over a decade; it was the crystallization of all his talent and effort.

If this strike couldn't kill Wang Lin, he would never have another chance.

Wang Lin watched that sword light thrust toward him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and extended two fingers. When the sword tip was only three centimeters from his chest, he clamped onto the sword body.

Shen Junlin's sword stopped three centimeters in front of Wang Lin's chest, held by two fingers, motionless.

He tried to pull the sword back, but couldn't.

He tried to turn the sword body, but it wouldn't turn.

He tried to pour Sword Intent into the sword body, but the Sword Intent stopped at the middle of the sword body, blocked by Wang Lin's two fingers.

"This strike is not bad. But it's not enough."

His fingers loosened, and Shen Junlin's sword retreated.

At this moment, Wang Lin's blade had already slashed down, the blade edge landing on Shen Junlin's sword, and then he activated [Devour].

Black light surged from his palm, like countless tiny snakes, crawling along the blade onto Shen Junlin's sword,

then crawling from the sword onto Shen Junlin's hand, up his arm, up to his chest, and into his heart.

Shen Junlin felt his strength draining away, like water flowing into the ocean, never to return.