A massive palm pressed down like the Five Finger Mountain of the Tathagata Buddha, seeking to suppress Feng Lin like a monkey, trapping him for eternity without hope of escape.
Feng Lin looked up, his heart filled with戾气 to the brim, leaving no room for anything else, blazing like boiling magma in a volcano, ready to erupt and burn the world to ashes.
Just a Titan, and you think you're the Tathagata Buddha?
Rage surged within Feng Lin, but his body was frozen solid, unable to move. The hand descended, gripping him tightly, crushing him in its grasp.
The Titan repeated its old trick, trying to squeeze Feng Lin into minced meat like the Hulk, then chew him up and swallow him whole.
Crack, crack!
The Titan clenched its hands, rubbing and squeezing relentlessly, making Feng Lin's bones creak and groan, nearly shattering.
The pain was unbearable, but the burning戾气 ignited his strength, making his blood boil.
How could he resign himself to the same fate as the Hulk?
"Break!" His face twisted, and with a shudder, he shattered the ice crystals covering him. A surge of monstrous strength erupted, and he thrust upward.
He forced the Titan's massive hands apart.
Then, Feng Lin wrapped his arms around one of the Titan's finger—thick as a pillar—and wrenched it hard.
Crack!
The finger snapped clean off.
Feng Lin's strength was nearly a match for the Titan's. The force he applied was equivalent to the Titan concentrating all its power onto a single tiny finger—how could it withstand that?
The Titan clutched its finger, the pain of a severed digit shooting through its core. It roared in agony, and between its fingers, crimson blood gushed like a spring.
It worked!
If it worked, he'd do it again.
Feng Lin struck ruthlessly, using all his might, snapping the remaining four fingers on the Titan's left hand one by one.
The Titan howled in torment, shaking its hand wildly, trying to throw Feng Lin off.
Easy to invite, hard to dismiss!
Feng Lin steadied himself, clinging tightly to the Titan's wrist, refusing to let go.
You caught me?
Think you can just let me go?
It's not that simple!
You're not even a巨灵神, and you want to be the Tathagata Buddha? The Five Finger Mountain? ...
Fine, today I'll break every one of your fingers!
Feng Lin leaped high, jumping from the Titan's left hand to its right. Suspended in midair, he kicked with all his might, channeling his full strength into two blows that swept through the air with immense force, snapping the Titan's ring and middle fingers clean off. Blood poured like a river.
The Titan screamed as more fingers broke.
Feng Lin didn't stop. No matter how the Titan tried to hide its hands, he struck again and again, vicious and relentless, breaking all ten fingers.
With both hands crippled, the Titan's combat power plummeted.
Feng Lin finally understood.
The Titan's massive body made it slow and clumsy. Against his smaller, agile frame, it struggled to defend itself.
He could exploit its size, chip away at it, and eventually accumulate enough damage to deliver a fatal blow.
A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Even if it were a god?
If gods truly existed in this world, he would slay one today.
With his first success, Feng Lin showed no mercy. He targeted the Titan's throat, temples, ears, and other vital points, unleashing a barrage of deadly strikes.
Diamond Dragon Claw.
Tai Chi Cannon Fist.
Heaven-Overturning Seal.
...
He unleashed one martial arts killing move after another.
The Titan roared in fury, taking hit after hit.
Though the injuries weren't severe, the pain was excruciating, driving it into a frenzy.
But its movements were too sluggish. It couldn't track Feng Lin's figure, stumbling around like a headless fly, toyed with at his whim.
Yet Feng Lin wasn't satisfied. After all his attacks, the Titan was still full of life, its vitality stubbornly strong.
He had to admit—while the Titan's massive size slowed it down, it also made it far more resilient to damage.
His earlier reasoning wasn't wrong.
Small wounds could accumulate into fatal ones, eventually killing it.
But he'd overlooked one thing: time.
That was the real killer.
How long would it take to chip away at a Titan over fifteen meters tall, wound by wound, until it died?
An hour? A day? Three days and nights? ...
He might succeed eventually, but Feng Lin didn't have that much time.
Giant Pharmaceuticals had already collapsed. The sounds of battle echoed outside, and the Mars Revolutionary Army could track him here at any moment. If they did, he'd be in danger.
He had to finish this quickly!
Realizing he couldn't drag it out, Feng Lin's mind raced, desperately searching for a solution.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. What would Sun Wukong do in a situation like this?
In mythology, Sun Wukong was the battle-hardened god of the Three Realms. He'd faced every kind of fight imaginable.
Maybe he could find the answer in Sun Wukong's stories.
"Huh?" Feng Lin's eyes landed on the Titan's towering frame and its gaping mouth. An idea clicked.
He lunged forward, grabbing one of the Titan's broken fingers, and yanked it out from the root.
The Titan's roar of agony opened its mouth wide, like a massive black hole, releasing waves of hot air.
Perfect!
Instead of retreating, Feng Lin darted forward and slipped inside the gaping maw.
Gag, gag!
Sensing something foreign in its throat, the Titan's face twisted in panic. It clawed at its own throat, retching violently.
A searing pain shot through its throat, and it tilted its head back, spewing a torrent of blood as hot as molten lava.
By then, Feng Lin had entered a damp, warm passage. The fleshy walls writhed, coated in a foul, sticky mucus that dripped with corrosive potency.
The air reeked of decay.
Feng Lin held his breath, knowing he was in the Titan's throat.
I bet your insides aren't as tough as your skin!
No matter the creature, its internal organs were its weak points.
His eyes cold, Feng Lin formed his hand into a blade and stabbed fiercely.
An invisible force shot forth, sharp as a drawn divine sword, piercing deep into the fleshy wall.
Ha!
His face flushed red, Feng Lin slashed downward with his hand-blade, carving a gruesome gash through the flesh as he descended. Blood gushed like a flood, pouring out.
But Feng Lin pushed through the scalding blood, squeezing into the gap, and continued deeper into the Titan's body, wreaking havoc.
Boom, boom, boom!
Blood streamed from the Titan's seven orifices. The excruciating pain made it thrash wildly, slamming the ground with deafening thuds.
A massive bulge swelled on its chest, moving like a rat scurrying inside—now in its lungs, now in its liver, now in its stomach...
Everywhere it went, the Titan howled in agony, vomiting blood in torrents. Its once-powerful aura grew weaker and weaker.
Just as it seemed about to fall silent, its face flushed crimson. It let out a dying cry toward the sky, then went still, motionless.
Boom!
The bulge exploded!
A blood-soaked figure burst out, holding a half-meter-long, crystalline red orb in one hand.
Thump, thump, thump!
It pulsed like a heartbeat, strong and thunderous.
Feng Lin was drenched in blood and stench, his original features unrecognizable. Only his eyes remained sharp as blades.
Even if it were a god?
I still slew it.