67: Chapter 67: Rasengan

This is his strongest shield.

The Shadow Clone does not need Vajra Transformation; it only needs to buy time.

The real killing move is on the main body.

With a thought, the dark golden light in his palm turned white, [Petrification].

His [Vajra Transformation] can be disguised as [Petrification], catching opponents off guard.

Now that he has the Shadow Clone, could he try the ultimate move from Naruto's early days: the Rasengan?

Wang Lin's eyes lit up.

He raised his right hand, palm facing up, took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes.

He began to gather the energy within his body.

It was not Fire Element, nor Ice Element, but raw energy without any attribute.

That energy surged from his dantian and gathered in his palm.

He opened his eyes and began to compress it.

The sphere was very small, only the size of a fist, transparent, rotating, and emitting a faint humming sound.

The sphere in his palm grew larger, faster, and more unstable.

Sweat began to appear on Wang Lin's forehead, and his arm was trembling.

He controlled one Shadow Clone to walk up.

It stood by Wang Lin's side, stretched out its hands, and guided the energy to rotate slowly.

But the energy was too violent; one Shadow Clone was not enough.

That power was at LV3; a Shadow Clone with only LV0.9 could not control it at all.

Two more Shadow Clones walked up at the same time.

They stood on both sides of Wang Lin, and the three Shadow Clones guided the energy simultaneously.

Slowly, the energy stopped being violent and began to rotate in one direction at a constant Speed, finally becoming stable.

The sphere stopped flickering, and its surface became smooth, uniform, and stable.

The three Shadow Clones looked up at Wang Lin simultaneously.

Their bodies began to blur as their energy was slowly exhausted.

"Poof!"

With a soft sound, the three Shadow Clones disappeared at the same time.

But the sphere was still in Wang Lin's palm.

It rested steadily in Wang Lin's palm, rotating quietly.

The corners of Wang Lin's mouth curled up slightly; it was a success.

The Rasengan was not the one from the manga; it had no chakra, no Tailed Beast, and none of those flashy things.

But in essence, it was the same.

Rotation, compression, explosion.

All the power was concentrated in the palm, rotating at high Speed, compressed into a small sphere.

This sphere did not belong to any Superpower; it was just power itself—the purest, most primitive power.

When it hit an opponent, that rotating force would act like a drill, piercing through skin, muscle, and bone, shredding everything.

Wang Lin looked at the wall next to him, intending to test the power of the Rasengan.

He stood up and walked to the wall.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the wall.

The moment the Rasengan touched the wall, it was silent and met no resistance.

His palm passed straight through the wall, up to his elbow, and then to his shoulder.

He pulled his hand back and looked at the wall.

A hole had appeared in the wall—circular, with edges as smooth as if they had been polished.

There were no cracks, no debris, and it was the same size as the Rasengan.

Wang Lin's pupils constricted slightly.

The rotating force shredded everything it touched into powder, which was then carried away by the air currents, leaving nothing behind.

The hole was ridiculously round, as if drawn with a compass.

Then he saw something in the room on the other side.

A girl.

She was taking a bath.

The sound of splashing water was audible, and steam drifted through the hole, carrying a faint scent of soap.

Wang Lin saw a blurred figure behind the mist, appearing and disappearing.

He froze for a moment, and then the figure also froze.

The two of them stared at each other for a split second, separated by the hole in the wall and a thin layer of mist.

The air suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that one could hear the sound of water droplets hitting the floor.

"Ah!!!"

A scream rang out.

Wang Lin's expression was calm, but his ears turned red.

He whispered, "...Shit."

A clattering sound came from the next room, as if someone was getting dressed, rummaging through things, and cursing.

It was hard to hear exactly what was being said, but the tone was very fierce.

Wang Lin did not move.

He was thinking about a problem: should he apologize, or should he pretend nothing happened?

If he apologized, how should he start?

"Sorry, I was testing my new skill, accidentally punched a hole in the wall, and saw you taking a bath?"

That sounded like a pervert's excuse.

He was silent for a few seconds, then made a decision—run.

He turned around, walked quickly to the door, opened it, and was about to leave.

Then he heard a voice from behind him.

"You... stop right there!"

Wang Lin paused for a moment, then continued walking out.

"I know who you are! You are Wang Lin!"

"That Wang Lin from the Arena today! I've remembered you!"

The corners of Wang Lin's mouth twitched.

He quickened his pace, ran out of the room, went down the stairs, crossed the lobby, pushed open the inn door, and ran into the street.

At this moment, the window on the second floor of the inn was smashed open with a "bang," and a figure rushed out from inside.

Wang Lin glanced back and cursed silently.

Do women these days get dressed that fast?

He ran forward without looking back, his footsteps as fast as a gust of wind.

The cyan Wind Ability lit up beneath his feet, his body felt much lighter, and each step spanned three or four meters.

He simultaneously activated his Speed Ability, pushing him like an arrow released from a bowstring, speeding along the late-night streets.

The night wind whistled in his ears, and the buildings on both sides of the street retreated rapidly.

Wang Lin had never run so desperately before.

It was not because of fear, but because of a guilty conscience.

The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.

Wang Lin's heart began to sink.

He had used his Speed Ability and Wind Ability; his Speed was already comparable to the limit of LV4.

But the woman behind him was faster than him.

Not just a little faster, but much faster.

Every time she landed, she would lightly touch the ground with her toes, and her whole body would spring forward over ten meters,

like a swallow gliding close to the ground.

Light, elegant, and ridiculously fast.

The more Wang Lin ran, the more alarmed he became.

He looked back.

The woman was wearing a suit of silver armor.

The armor was not the heavy plate type, but form-fitting.

Each scale of the armor hugged her body curves, emitting a faint metallic friction sound as she ran.

There was no expression on her face, but her eyes were very bright.

Those eyes were very similar to his own.

Not in appearance, not in color, but in that brightness.

The kind of brightness that only people who have seen blood, killed, and crawled out of desperate situations would have.

Damn it.

He cursed in his heart and desperately accelerated.

He dared not stop, because the footsteps behind him were still there.

He turned into a small alley:

"This should be enough to shake her off."

"The alley is narrow; her light footwork shouldn't be able to be deployed."

But he was wrong.

The footsteps behind him did not slow down; on the contrary, they became faster.

She was like a silver gecko, using the walls on both sides to gain leverage, running even faster than she did on flat ground.