His pure white wings flapped, stirring up hurricane-force winds.
Frank had transformed into his angel form, looking down at Feng Lin from on high with an air of superiority.
"Angel gene!" Feng Lin watched warily, extreme caution rising in his heart.
"As expected of the genius I specially recruited! You can recognize the genetic ability I've awakened!" Frank, confident of victory, sneered. "Feng Lin, if you think being at the mid-stage of an interstellar cultivator lets you do whatever you want, you're far too naive! You overestimate yourself and underestimate the foundation of Giant Pharmaceutical. Do you think, knowing the miraculous effects of the ancient divine medicine, I wouldn't have taken it? After taking it, I awakened the Angel Mythical Gene—a mutated primal gene! Forcing me into this angel form is something you can be proud of. Now, just die obediently!"
"You talk too much!" Feng Lin coldly cut him off, stepping forward instead of back, striking first.
Villains die from talking too much.
Angel gene or demon gene, it didn't matter—if it stood in his way, Feng Lin wouldn't hold back.
Just a bird-man.
I'll blast you into a dead bird!
Diamond Dragon Claw!
Feng Lin's hand formed a claw and tore through the air, sending a piercing force ripping outward.
Frank, flying high with an arrogant expression, didn't notice how fierce and swift the force was. A bloody gash appeared on his face, and he tumbled backward from the sky, feathers scattering messily, looking utterly disheveled.
"Damn it!" He barely steadied himself, flew back up with a grimy face, and roared in fury, "You asked for this!"
His wings flapped incessantly, feathers standing on end and shooting off like bullets.
Feather Rain Bullet Storm.
Feng Lin was about to dodge when a heavy force pressed down on him like a mountain, making it hard to move.
Gravity Gene!
He realized this was another ability Frank had used earlier, clearly meant to restrict his movement and leave him unable to evade.
Since that was the case, he chose not to dodge at all. He crossed his arms in front of his chest like a shield to protect his vital areas, tensed his skin until it gleamed with a faint jade hue, and became indestructible.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of metal striking stone rang out like a fierce storm.
The feathers hit Feng Lin, bent, bounced back, and fell to the ground.
Aside from his clothes being shredded into tatters, Feng Lin himself was completely unharmed.
"What?" Frank's smile faded as his surefire attack was instantly nullified, a flicker of shock crossing his face.
Body-reinforcement-type gene!
As a seasoned gene cultivator, Frank had sharp eyes and immediately recognized some of the abilities of Feng Lin's Stone Monkey Gene.
The hardness of this body exceeded his imagination—even his iron-tough feathers couldn't pierce it.
Feathers fell like rain, dense and thick.
Feng Lin withstood them all, until only a tattered pair of underwear remained, leaving almost nothing else.
His body was now completely exposed—well-proportioned bones and muscles, a strong physique, like a humanoid ancient ape, exuding a wild, primal beauty of strength.
As a cultivator, Feng Lin didn't care about this slight exposure. He stood there naked, punching out repeatedly. "Get down here!"
Each punch sent visible, transparent shockwaves shooting skyward like cannonballs.
The air rumbled continuously, like thunderclaps or rapid drumbeats.
Seeing this, Frank quickly covered himself with his wings, blocking the fierce punches.
Realizing his feathers were useless against Feng Lin, Frank crossed his hands in a cross shape over his chest. Light burst from his palms, blazing brightly!
"Sinner who defiles divine blood, in the name of God, I judge your crime. Be utterly purified under this holy light!" He chanted in a singsong tone, pointing his hand seal from afar.
Angel Holy Light Fist!
His wings blazed with blinding white light—pure, without any impurity—like divine radiance from heaven, sweeping down to cleanse the mortal world, leaving no trace.
Frank punched, and a white beam shot from his hand, instantly engulfing Feng Lin.
Feng Lin shielded his face with his arms, resisting head-on.
The white light carried searing heat and a terrifying power that purified everything.
Feng Lin's whole body stung as if pricked by needles. Wherever the holy light touched, it spread like cancer cells, killing all healthy cells in his body.
Under the holy light's glare, Feng Lin became the ultimate evil, to be completely purified, leaving not a trace.
"As expected of a mutated primal gene!" Feng Lin couldn't help but marvel. This was the first time he'd encountered such terrifying energy—truly bizarre.
He fully activated the Stone Monkey Gene, maximizing its water-and-fire immunity. A faint film appeared on his skin, resisting the holy light, preventing it from entering his body at all.
Frank pressed his advantage, flapping his wings repeatedly, flying back and forth in the air, surrounding Feng Lin and bombarding him with holy light from all directions, trying to drown him completely.
Feng Lin stayed still for a long time, as if he'd been fully purified.
After a while, Frank folded his wings and began to descend slowly, when suddenly a sense of danger surged within him. He shot back up into the air.
The holy light faded, revealing a naked figure crouching in place. He slowly stood up, his eyes shooting out like lightning—none other than Feng Lin.
"What? The holy light is useless!" Frank was stunned.
The Angel Gene was a mutated primal gene, incredibly powerful at the same rank, often completely suppressing lower-level genes and leaving opponents helpless.
What gene had Feng Lin awakened to remain completely unharmed?
A strange panic gripped his heart.
"Get down here!" Seizing Frank's moment of hesitation, Feng Lin crouched low, then leaped high, his clawed hand reaching out to grab.
Frank reacted too slowly, and a large patch of feathers was torn from his wing, leaving a bald spot that looked terrible.
"Even if you're a bird-man, I'll pluck you bald and turn you into a naked bird!" Feng Lin thought fiercely, his claws tearing repeatedly, sending streaks of claw force through the air.
Holy Light Shield!
Frank shouted.
A shield of holy light appeared before him, blocking the force.
Having gained the upper hand, Feng Lin didn't hold back. His strength seemed endless as he clawed repeatedly, making the holy light shield flicker and waver, on the verge of collapse.
Through this brief exchange, he'd discerned some of the Angel Gene's strengths and weaknesses.
It granted flight and control over holy light energy.
But it wasn't flawless.
This Angel Gene was a mutated gene, not a perfect one.
Frank only had two wings—the lowest rank among angels—so his power was limited, and there had to be a weakness.
Feng Lin noticed that Frank, despite having a stronger life force fluctuation than himself, never came down.
What did that mean? It meant he feared close combat!
He dared not get close, his body was fragile.
With that realization, Feng Lin's eyes grew deep and dark.
Since you won't come down, I'll go up!
His aura shifted dramatically as he gathered strength, then leaped high, soaring into the sky, even higher than Frank.
He flipped his body and plummeted like a meteor, one hand wielding a whip-like strike, carrying his immense power as it slammed down.
Wooosh!
Before the strike landed, the air was torn into a white scar, the void itself shattered.
Divine Whip Seal!
Feng Lin locked onto the bird-man's figure, his heart filled with fierce rage.
So what if you're a lofty angel from myth?
I'll still knock you down to the mortal world!