98: Chapter 98 The Power of Ultimate Moves

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket, and a dark golden light flowed over his hand [Vajra Transformation].

His fist smashed towards Lu Zhiyi's face.

Lu Zhiyi drew her sword, and her sword drew circles in the air.

Those circles rotated around her, like layers of invisible barriers.

Wang Lin's fist smashed onto the circle, as if hitting the surface of water.

The force was discharged, neutralized, and diverted.

His body even lost its balance, stumbling forward one step.

His left palm split open, and a Tentacle crawled out from his palm.

The Tentacle lashed towards Lu Zhiyi's waist.

Lu Zhiyi's sword drew a circle again; the Tentacle struck the circle, bounced back, and almost struck Wang Lin himself.

Wang Lin did not stop.

Over a dozen Tentacles exploded from behind him, like an octopus with its claws spread open.

They lashed towards Lu Zhiyi from different directions, at different Speed, and with different force.

Some lashed towards her head, some towards her shoulder, some towards her waist.

Before Lu Zhiyi, one circle, two circles, three circles, countless circles.

Those circles rotated around her, like silver shields.

The Tentacles struck the circles, were deflected, neutralized, and diverted.

Not a single Tentacle hit her, not a single Tentacle touched her.

Seeing this move was useless, Wang Lin retreated.

The Tentacles retracted into his back, and the Vajra Transformation also faded.

Lu Zhiyi also stopped: "I told you, you cannot hit me."

"However, you are enough to be proud; you are only LV3,"

"My body's Qi and Blood value has already reached 50,000, equivalent to LV5."

"There are not many people who can force me to use Taiji Sword; you count as one."

"Now, are you going to obediently hand over the serum, or let me force you to take it out? Choose for yourself!"

Wang Lin said indifferently: "Proud?.."

"The person who should be proud is you."

"You are the first person to force me to use an ultimate move."

Lu Zhiyi raised her eyebrows slightly: "You still have an ultimate move? Interesting, I want to see what your ultimate move is."

Wang Lin did not answer.

He crossed his fingers, put his thumbs together, and began to form hand seals.

Although Wang Lin could summon a Shadow Clone with just a thought, without needing hand seals,

But since it is an ultimate move, it must have style.

Lu Zhiyi watched the hand seal gestures on Wang Lin's hands, her brows slightly furrowed.

This was not any kind of Ancient Martial Arts technique, nor any kind of Superpower triggering method,

But something... ancient, heavy, and carrying a sense of ritual.

She watched Wang Lin's hands forming seals rapidly, falling into deep thought.

Taiji Fist had already given her enough shock; what was this hand seal thing this time?

She couldn't understand it, completely couldn't understand it; what the hell was this?

The hand seals were completed instantly.

Wang Lin's body blurred for a moment, then three clones walked out of his body.

Wang Lin's right hand raised, palm facing up, five fingers spread.

The three clones surrounded him.

One clone drew a circle on his right hand.

That circle was very similar to the circle Lu Zhiyi just drew, but it was different.

Lu Zhiyi's circle was for defense, for discharging force.

But this clone's circle was for condensation, for compression.

His hand drew circles on Wang Lin's right hand, one circle, two circles, three circles, countless circles.

Wang Lin's Superpower energy gathered in his palm, as if sucked into a whirlpool, gathering instantly.

Those energies, under the clone's circular drawing, slowly turned into a sphere.

This sphere rotated too fast, the energy inside was very unstable.

Like a wild beast locked in a cage, struggling desperately, wanting to rush out.

At this moment, the other two clones stretched out their hands and pressed them onto Wang Lin's arms.

Starting to channel that energy, slowly, the energy became stable.

A transparent sphere stopped in Wang Lin's palm.

It rotated, emitting a buzzing sound.

The three clones turned into three clouds of Bai Wu and dissipated.

Lu Zhiyi watched that sphere, her brows furrowed even tighter.

She did not feel any energy fluctuations from that sphere.

But she could feel that those energies were all rotating inside this sphere, compressed to the extreme.

She remembered the circular hole on the inn wall: "Is this the move that made that hole on the inn wall last time?"

It seems that when she obtained Taiji Fist and Taiji Sword, Wang Lin already knew Taiji Fist.

In other words, when the Church brought these two martial arts manuals out of Zhang Sanfeng's ancient tomb, Wang Lin had already learned them.

Then where did he learn them?

Wang Lin's gaze moved away from the sphere in front of him and looked at Lu Zhiyi: "Woman, are you ready to welcome my ultimate move?"

Lu Zhiyi's expression instantly returned to being cold: "Then let me see how powerful your ultimate move is."

"Whether it can break my Taiji Sword."

Her sword drew circles in front of her, one after another.

Those circles were more numerous, denser, and rounder than before.

Wang Lin did not waste words.

He rushed over, his right hand raised in front of him, the Rasengan in his palm buzzing.

"Woman, watch closely! Take this, Rasengan!"

The Rasengan collided with the circles drawn by the Taiji Sword.

The circles wanted to neutralize the force of the Rasengan.

But the Rasengan itself was also a circle; its power was not released outward, and there was no place to discharge or neutralize it.

Because its power was not on the surface, but in the center.

That power rotated in the center, it was the most stable structure, impossible to neutralize, impossible to divert.

Just like when a spinning top is rotating, if you push it, it won't fall, it will only spin faster.

The Rasengan instantly penetrated the Taiji Sword and imprinted onto Lu Zhiyi's stomach.

Lu Zhiyi instantly felt a rotating force transmitted from the Rasengan.

That force was irresistible.

It was like a whirlpool, sucking and pulling her body inward.

Her body involuntarily turned along with the direction of the Rasengan's rotation.

Like a swimmer caught in a whirlpool.

She was spun and knocked flying, crashing into the wall behind her.

"Boom!!"

Gravel splashed, dust filled the air, and a hole appeared in the wall.

It was a circular hole, without a single crack, without a single burr.

Wang Lin looked at the hole, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "The effect is the same as in the cartoon."

Lu Zhiyi lay in front of the large hole, eyes closed, life or death unknown.

A hole was exposed in the abdomen of her armor.

Fair skin was exposed, no blood, no wounds.

A thought suddenly popped into Wang Lin's mind.

Swallow this Ancient Martial Artist.

See what the difference is between swallowing an Ancient Martial Artist and swallowing an Esper.

He walked towards Lu Zhiyi.

He walked a few steps, then stopped.

Seeing Lu Zhiyi in the distance cough.

She clutched her stomach and slowly stood up.

Wang Lin looked at her; this woman was not simple.

Actually took a Rasengan and didn't die.

He knew the power of the Rasengan; it could shred walls, it could shred stones.

This woman could actually still stand up.

"You're still not dead?" Wang Lin asked.