232: Chapter 231 Wang Lin, you have every reason to be proud.

Wang Lin did not hesitate; he threw away the broken blade, took a second blade from his space ring, and blocked the third fissure.

The blade was severed once again.

Wang Lin threw away the second broken blade and took a third blade from his space ring.

The blade was severed once again.

Shen Tianhe watched him discard one broken blade after another, the smile on his lips deepening.

"How many blades did you prepare? Ten? Twenty? No matter how many blades you have, you cannot block my space fissures."

Wang Lin stood in the center of the warehouse, several broken blade fragments scattered at his feet.

His breathing quickened slightly, but his gaze remained calm.

Wang Lin threw the last piece of the broken blade to the ground and did not take out a new one.

His hands hung at his sides, fingers slightly spread.

Shen Tianhe looked at him, his brow twitching: "Giving up? Admitting defeat?"

Wang Lin could not be bothered to answer; a metallic luster spread across the surface of his body.

[Vajra Transformation] activated. Then, he charged forward.

Not with a blade, but with his fists.

His Speed was so fast that he left an afterimage in the moonlight, his fist whistling through the air as he smashed it toward Shen Tianhe's face.

Shen Tianhe's fingers moved again, and a space fissure appeared between him and Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's fist slammed into the fissure, and a deep, bone-exposed gash appeared on his Vajra Transformation-enhanced fist, blood surging from the wound.

Wang Lin did not withdraw his hand; he swung his other hand forward.

A second fissure, and another deep, bone-exposed gash.

Wang Lin's fists were bleeding, but he did not stop.

Shen Tianhe took a step back, his brow finally furrowing.

Wang Lin was not attacking him; he was testing the limits of his space fissures.

Each time a fissure was created, his Mental Energy was consumed.

Fissures could not be used infinitely; Wang Lin could perceive the consumption of Shen Tianhe's Superpower.

He was using his fists to deplete Shen Tianhe's Mental Energy, trading blood for information.

Shen Tianhe decided he could not let Wang Lin continue; he clenched his fingers abruptly, and a massive space fissure exploded in the center of the warehouse,

like a giant black maw, rising from the ground and surging toward Wang Lin to devour him.

Wang Lin had not expected Shen Tianhe to be so decisive and failed to react in time, but he used [Space Teleportation] at the first possible moment, yet he was still a step too slow.

His body was grazed by the edge of the fissure, and a deep, bone-exposed wound was cut into the skin on his back.

Blood poured from Wang Lin's back, dripping onto the ground along his clothes.

Wang Lin knelt on one knee, one hand supporting him on the ground, head lowered, gasping for air.

His back was bleeding, his fists were bleeding, and his clothes were torn with several holes.

But the corners of Wang Lin's mouth curled up slightly.

He now fully understood Shen Tianhe's space fissures.

In that short time, he had used over a dozen fissures, and his Mental Energy was nearly exhausted.

That massive fissure was used to end the battle, and after using it, his Mental Energy had clearly dropped.

So, now, Wang Lin's counterattack was about to begin.

Wang Lin stood up, turned around, and faced Shen Tianhe.

Shen Tianhe looked at him, his brow furrowing even tighter.

He sensed something was wrong; Wang Lin's previous attacks were clearly not meant to kill him, but to consume his Mental Energy.

He was an LV8; after using the fissures a few times, more than half of his Mental Energy was gone.

Wang Lin was an LV5; he had used Vajra Transformation and was injured.

But Wang Lin's injuries were healing at a Speed visible to the naked eye.

Shen Tianhe's eyes widened abruptly.

He understood: Wang Lin had used his own body as bait to consume his Mental Energy, then used his Regeneration to repair his injuries.

He was using his own life to trade for Shen Tianhe's trump card.

Shen Tianhe did not hesitate further; he raised both hands, fingers spread, and space trembled violently in his palms.

He condensed all his remaining Mental Energy into a single fissure—a fissure he had never released before, one capable of cutting through everything.

Shen Tianhe's fingers clenched, and a massive black fissure exploded from the center of the warehouse, even larger than the giant maw he had unleashed before, surging forward to devour Wang Lin.

Wherever the fissure passed, the air was torn apart, light was sucked away, and even the moonlight twisted and deformed at its edges.

This strike was the condensation of all his power—the full-force strike of an LV8.

This was the moment Wang Lin had been waiting for.

He slammed his right hand onto the ground, pouring his Mental Energy into the floor to activate the formation he had spent three days and three nights carving.

The patterns on the walls, floor, and ceiling lit up simultaneously.

A pale blue light radiated from the center of the formation, spreading like ripples in water, covering the entire warehouse.

Wherever the light passed, space became stabilized; the fissure slowed down, its power was weakened, and its expansion became difficult.

Wang Lin did not hesitate and immediately cast [Teleportation], wanting to move away.

But Wang Lin discovered that his Teleportation had no response at all.

Because Wang Lin's own [Teleportation] was also being suppressed.

Wang Lin's expression changed again, and he immediately activated [Berserk]. This was the first time Wang Lin had used [Berserk].

Facing the ultimate move of an LV8, Wang Lin could not hold anything back. After entering Berserk, Wang Lin immediately cast [Vajra Transformation],

increasing the power of his Vajra Transformation by two or three times.

After doing all this, Wang Lin's body was instantly swallowed by the fissure.

His body was swept into the fissure, tumbling in mid-air like a leaf caught in a whirlpool,

blood gushed from his wounds, forming a red mist in the air.

A moment later, Wang Lin fell from the fissure and slammed heavily onto the ground.

Wang Lin's body was nearly torn apart, his clothes were shredded to pieces, and there was almost no intact skin left on his body; in some places, gleaming white bone could be seen.

Wang Lin lay on the cold concrete floor, blood surging from his wounds and pooling into a dark red puddle on the ground.

His fingers trembled slightly, his eyes half-open, his breathing as faint as a candle flame that could be extinguished by the wind at any moment.

But Wang Lin's heart was still beating, and his consciousness remained.

Regeneration was working slowly, and the wounds were healing at a Speed almost invisible to the naked eye.

But the injuries were too severe, and the healing was too slow, yet at least he was still alive.

Shen Tianhe stood not far away, gasping for air.

His Mental Energy was exhausted, his hands hung at his sides, his fingers still trembling slightly.

His face was pale, his forehead covered in sweat, but at least he was still standing.

Shen Tianhe looked down at Wang Lin on the ground and took a sword from his space ring.

The blade was very ordinary; it was his backup weapon, but at this moment, it was enough.

Shen Tianhe gripped the sword and walked toward Wang Lin step by step, each step treading in the pool of blood, leaving a dark red footprint.

"Kid, you are quite persistent."

"Did you think you could deal with me using a formation?"

"You are too naive. Suppression based on level cannot be solved by playing little tricks."

"As an LV5 facing me, an LV8, to have fought until now, you have enough to be proud of."

"Now that I cut off your head, let's see how you can use Regeneration."

Shen Tianhe walked up to Wang Lin, looked down at him from a superior position, and raised his sword.