Kunlun Great Hand Seal against Kunlun Great Hand Seal!
Heaven-Overturning Hammer Seal against Heaven-Overturning Hammer Seal!
The same martial arts, the same techniques...
Behind Luke's shock was a deep, genuine confusion. The martial arts Feng Lin was using were clearly learned from him—how could they be stronger than his own?
Why?
No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't figure it out. He didn't know the answer.
But that didn't matter. Feng Lin soon told him the answer with fists that landed blow after blow on flesh.
Seeing the man stunned by his punch, how could Feng Lin give him a chance to react? He pressed his fingers together like a sword and thrust straight at Luke's brow.
Immortal-Slaying Sword Seal!
It looked like an ordinary thrust, but there was a hidden mystery. The muscles in his fingers trembled, driving the air into an invisible force that pierced through the void. The sharp intent radiated through the air, carrying the divine essence of slaying immortals and destroying gods.
Among all martial arts under heaven, the way of the sword was the most ruthless in killing.
In ancient cultivation myths, sword immortals devoted themselves entirely to the sword path, facing countless tribulations. Achieving immortality through the sword was far harder than for other cultivators.
But when it came to killing methods, if a sword immortal claimed second place, who would dare claim first?
This Immortal-Slaying Sword Seal concentrated all the body's power into the tiny sword fingers, placing immense strain on them. Feng Lin didn't use it often, but when he did, it carried the divine aura of a sword immortal, vowing to slay enemies beneath the blade.
Luke's eyes were wide with terror. He sensed the killing intent that could annihilate all life from this technique, and his heart turned cold.
I can't dodge this move!
At the moment of life and death, he frantically pressed a button at his waist. A wrist device suddenly blazed with light, forming a solid shield in front of him, as dense as a physical object.
Pfft!
Feng Lin's sword-like fingers pierced straight through it.
But the sharp force was mostly neutralized.
Seizing a brief moment to breathe, Luke felt as if he had escaped a great disaster. Without caring about the rare genetic equipment that had been shattered, he retreated rapidly.
"No good! My strength and speed are completely no match for this kid! My combat power is utterly crushed, and my techniques are useless. I have to use my specialty—wind and fire attacks!" Luke hovered in midair, finally realizing the key to his instant defeat.
It wasn't that the techniques were inferior; it was simply that his combat power was inferior.
He lamented bitterly that this realization was even more despairing!
Understanding was worse than not understanding...
He felt like crying.
Feng Lin advanced with fierce momentum, and Luke naturally refused to sit back and wait for death. He decided to leverage his strengths to stall Feng Lin.
The longer the fight dragged on, the more advantageous it would be for him.
Once his reinforcements arrived, let's see how arrogant Feng Lin could be—he wouldn't escape even with wings!
Luke raised one hand for wind and the other for fire.
Fire was yang, wind was yin!
Wind and fire combined to form a wheel of wind and flame, sweeping in with raging gusts and scorching heat.
Feng Lin immediately recognized it as the Yin-Yang Mirror Seal, but clearly Luke had used the evolutionary traits of the Kunlun Great Hand Seal to create a new technique.
The wind-fire wheel spun rapidly around Feng Lin, trapping him in a cage of wind and flame. Every direction was filled with fiery waves and hurricanes, leaving no escape.
Through the swirling wind and fire, Feng Lin's eyes caught Luke speeding off to the other side.
The burly Tiger-man, under mental hypnosis, was now fighting his own companions—the young man and woman.
The hawk-eyed man held a beam gun, firing wildly without pause.
The wild woman wielded a long whip, wrapping it tightly around the burly man to restrain him.
As comrades, they deliberately avoided his vital points, reluctant to kill him.
But the burly man, fully hypnotized by Feng Lin, had lost consciousness. His strikes were ruthless, every move a killing blow.
With the Wind Tiger gene and his tempered body, he stirred up fierce winds with each blow, suppressing the two of them single-handedly.
Luke had fought Feng Lin before and knew his wind-fire abilities couldn't break through Feng Lin's defense. So he aimed to stall Feng Lin, buying time to wake the Tiger-man and join forces with all four to surround and kill Feng Lin.
His plan was good, but Feng Lin saw through it at a glance. Would he let it succeed?
Feng Lin spread his hands, palms spinning like lotus leaves. The palm force swirled, stirring up winds with a chaotic, primordial momentum. His palm techniques grew faster and faster, gradually splitting into countless palm shadows, merging into a continuous mass like a giant wind banner, churning the void and sending energy surging in all directions.
Break!
Feng Lin roared, his arms suddenly trembling. The air in his chest condensed into a ball and exploded outward, unleashing a violent shockwave that shattered the wind-fire cage.
He broke free, transforming into a streak of white lightning as he teleported over, arriving in an instant.
His speed was so fast that even Feng Lin himself couldn't change his move in time. He threw a simple, unadorned long punch.
The technique was plain, but it carried the inertial impact of extreme speed—fast and fierce, like a cannonball exploding from its barrel.
"No good!" Luke's face twisted in shock. He quickly used the Hunyuan Banner Seal, a defensive technique from the Kunlun Great Hand Seal, to shield himself.
The same technique, used by different people, yielded vastly different results.
The ordinary punch shattered the continuous palm force and slammed heavily into Luke's chest.
Bang!
The armor Luke wore shattered, cracking like a tortoise shell. His chest visibly caved in, and he spat out blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, flying backward.
But he was a hardened veteran of countless battles. He puffed out his cheeks and spat the blood out as a bloody arrow aimed straight at Feng Lin's eyes.
Feng Lin instinctively dodged.
Luke retreated rapidly.
Strike while the iron is hot!
Feng Lin wouldn't let this man go easily. He quickly chased after his flying form.
Vajra Dragon Claw!
Feng Lin formed a claw with one hand and yanked fiercely, aiming for the top of Luke's head.
If the claw hit, Luke's skull would be crushed to pieces.
In the nick of time, Luke spun his body like a top, barely dodging. He rolled on the ground, scrambling away in a sorry state.
The sharp claw wind was incredibly fierce, and the residual force still tore his clothes to shreds.
Luke staggered to his feet, riddled with internal injuries, his heart sinking to the depths.
With the same Kunlun Great Hand Seal, Feng Lin had surpassed the master. Luke was no match at all.
To make matters worse, the strongest member of their team, the Tiger-man, was hypnotized and turned against them, putting them at a complete disadvantage.
Today, it seemed there would be no peaceful resolution!
He couldn't believe that in just over ten days, Feng Lin had grown so much stronger and more cunning.
He had thought their team could subdue him, but now even their own survival was uncertain.
"Huh?" Feng Lin was also secretly surprised.
His vitality was now more than three times that of Luke. He had launched multiple attacks, but Luke always managed to evade with various techniques.
Truly a star cultivator forged in battle—his combat experience was incredibly rich.
That's why Feng Lin couldn't let these people go. Not a single one would leave alive.
Only the dead could keep secrets.
Unless forced, Feng Lin didn't want to give up the chance to obtain the Furnace Immortal Sect ruins, so these people had to die!
Heaven-Overturning Hammer Seal!
His fists struck like thunder, the force wild and狂暴.
Feng Lin closed in and swung viciously.
Luke mustered his remaining strength to barely resist.
The fist momentum was like a raging storm, and he was like a fragile blade of grass swaying in the wind, on the verge of collapse.
If it were ten days ago, he could have relied on the mysteries of the Kunlun Great Hand Seal to hold out for over a hundred moves under Feng Lin's fists.
Now, he couldn't withstand even one.
Every punch that landed felt like a mountain crashing into him, his body nearly falling apart.
His face flushed red, blood spurting from his mouth. Wind and fire energy swirled around him but were extinguished under Feng Lin's fists.
Feng Lin's overwhelming fist momentum drowned him completely. Luke was filled with despair, seeing no chance of victory or survival.
He deeply regretted being so arrogant, bringing only a small team to ambush Feng Lin. Today, it seemed he was doomed!
But he refused to die like this. Clinging to his last hope, he begged, "Feng Lin, I taught you the Kunlun Great Hand Seal, a peerless martial art. We've crossed paths—do you really have to show no mercy?"
Feng Lin's eyes were cold and unmoved. He leaped high into the air.
With a move called "Vajra Subduing Demons," his arm came down like a vajra club, carrying immense force to smash Luke's skull open without hesitation.
If you knew this day would come, why did you act as you did?
He was right.
Feng Lin intended to show no mercy at all.