A divine being wielded a whip with the force of ten thousand jun. Feng Lin plummeted like a shooting star, his single hand forming a whip, aiming to strike down the so-called birdman angel, shattering its wings.
Boom!
The hand-whip collided head-on with the holy light shield, like the strongest spear meeting the strongest shield, sending ripples of energy surging outward.
Crack!
Frank's face shifted repeatedly, panic creeping in. A visible crack had appeared on the holy light shield.
"Get down here!" Feng Lin grinned coldly, his whip sweeping horizontally, viciously lashing at Frank's wing. One wing snapped.
Feng Lin dragged Frank into a rapid descent toward the ground. Frank flailed in sheer panic, struggling desperately to break free from Feng Lin's grip. But Feng Lin's arms coiled around him like a massive python, tightening relentlessly, making it impossible for Frank to escape. The grip grew tighter, leaving Frank gasping for breath, on the verge of suffocation.
If this keeps up, I'm dead for sure! Frank's heart raced with terror. He knew his own limits well. The angel gene could harness holy light and grant flight, but the body itself wasn't particularly tough. In close combat against other genes, it might hold up. But Feng Lin's gene had pushed his physique to the extreme, almost inhuman. If they hit the ground, it would no longer be his domain.
"Damn it!" He had to break free, but found Feng Lin's limbs locked around him like iron bands, immovable. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, inhaling sharply, and white light began to gather in his mouth. Holy Light Cannon! He opened his mouth wide, blasting out a powerful beam of white light.
Feng Lin instinctively shut his eyes. At such close range, there was no dodging; the light stung through his eyelids. Good opportunity! Seizing the moment Feng Lin's eyes were closed, Frank wouldn't let this golden chance slip. The angel gene's power all lay in its wings. Suddenly, holy light flared intensely, surging with immense force. He twisted violently, wrenching himself outward. Feng Lin's arms were forced apart, and Frank hastily broke free from his hold, flapping his wings frantically, desperate to put as much distance between them as possible.
"Holy Flame!" "Holy Radiance!" "Holy Judgment!" ...
Frank soared high into the air, a hundred meters above the ground, reaching a height Feng Lin couldn't approach. His entire body blazed with light as he unleashed a barrage of ultimate moves. The formless holy light condensed into substance beneath his wings, morphing into flames, beams, lightning... all crashing down in a frenzy.
A sea of holy light engulfed Feng Lin once more. Even if you can withstand energy impacts, let's see how much you can take! As a gene cultivator, Frank understood this well: abilities had strengths and weaknesses, but none were invincible. If true invincibility existed, you'd be a god! Was this kid a god? Clearly not! Every ability had its limits. He had faith in his angel gene—it was no weaker than anyone else's. Frank poured all his power into the holy light, aiming to overwhelm Feng Lin with sheer energy.
In truth, he was spot on. Endless holy light closed in from all sides, and Feng Lin felt like he was drowning in an ocean of energy, teetering on the brink of collapse. The stone monkey gene, though formidable and impervious to fire and water, had its limits. The holy light's energy intensity had already begun to exceed those limits. He felt his stone-like skin starting to melt.
Not strong enough! The stone monkey gene's enhancement points were insufficient! Time to add more points! Both were mutated genes, with no clear superiority. At this point, mastery of the ability and enhancement points would decide the outcome. Luckily, Feng Lin had saved two free original gene points.
Add points! Feng Lin instantly allocated them, boosting the stone monkey gene from 3 to 4, and his vitality from 45.8 to 54.6, an increase of 8.8. With that single addition, Feng Lin felt a dramatic transformation. Surging heat flowed through his body, rapidly restoring his stamina. A sheen appeared on his skin, forming a thin film that repelled the holy light, keeping it at bay.
The pressure eased, and Feng Lin stood up. Another holy light spear shot toward him! Feng Lin grabbed it with one hand, crushed it with a fierce squeeze, shattering it into scattered particles of light. He walked out slowly, exuding an aura untouched by any force.
"What?" Frank froze, unable to believe that after all his efforts, he hadn't even scratched Feng Lin's surface. The angel gene, a mutated original gene, wielded the unique power of holy light—a terrifying ability—and he had pushed it to level 3. How could it possibly lose to Feng Lin's gene? He dared not approach, frantically unleashing holy light to suppress him. But Feng Lin's stone monkey gene enhancement points had already surpassed his, leaving him unafraid. Both were mutated genes—who was afraid of whom?
Frank shaped the holy light into various attacks. Feng Lin remained calm, countering each move, no matter how fierce the holy light, shattering them all and completely reversing the disadvantage. Yet he couldn't secure a quick victory. Flight, the most basic ability of the angel gene, had become Feng Lin's biggest headache. Frank hovering high in the air, out of reach, was incredibly troublesome. The two were locked in a stalemate.
He had to finish this guy quickly. The Martian Revolutionary Army was about to attack from outside, and no one would escape unscathed! Feng Lin wanted no part of them. Despite the Martian Revolutionary Army's current ferocity, they were doomed to fail. The Solar System Coalition Government hadn't even intervened yet. With the full might of the solar system—military, technology, and resources—a small Martian Revolutionary Army stood no chance! After all, Mars was just the smallest of the solar system's planets.
"Huh?" Feng Lin's gaze swept around and suddenly spotted Aiko still standing there, dazed. Without any cultivation, he remained trapped in the illusion. Yet amid the fierce battle between Feng Lin and Frank, he remained completely unharmed. That wasn't a coincidence!! Could it be... Feng Lin smirked at Frank. Frank had deliberately kept the fight away from him, because he was his assistant, not to be killed. Feng Lin had an idea and swiftly moved closer.
Frank instantly caught on to Feng Lin's intent and cried out in alarm. He attacked with holy light, but Feng Lin dispersed each strike, grabbed Aiko, and hurled him like a sandbag at Frank. Frank's assault faltered—if the holy light hit Aiko, it would purify his body entirely. He moved to catch him.
Suddenly, Feng Lin flashed into the air, using Aiko's body as a springboard to launch himself higher. Aiko crashed into the ground like a cannonball, his spine shattered, clearly dead.
"Bastard!" Frank's eyes burned with fury, but Feng Lin had already leaped high and closed in. Holy Light Escape! Feng Lin twisted his waist, using the rebound force to punch out a "Vajra Demon-Subduing Strike," shattering the shield completely. He flashed behind Frank, tore viciously, and ripped off a blood-drenched wing.
Frank howled in agony, tumbling backward. A phoenix without feathers is worse than a chicken. With a broken wing, was this angel still a birdman?