Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Feng Lin was just worrying about not being able to find the Eastern瀛 man when someone suddenly popped up. There was no way he would let this prey slip away.
Feng Lin leaped high into the air, swooping down like a hawk, his claws reaching out to seize the Eastern瀛 ninja in one swift grab. The ninja, seeing Feng Lin’s fierce approach, reacted quickly, forming hand seals in an instant. “Smoke Technique!” A thick cloud of mist erupted at his feet, enveloping him. Feng Lin’s claw swept through the smoke with a gust of wind, but the ninja had vanished without a trace, as if he had disappeared into thin air.
Ninjutsu? Feng Lin scanned his surroundings, musing inwardly. Ninjas were a school of cultivators from the Eastern瀛, derived from ancient texts, skilled in using all sorts of mysterious abilities for assassination, making them hard to guard against.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Feng Lin’s eyes flickered as three green lights flashed. He struck out with his palm, sending three kunai flying. They embedded into the ground, coated in a foul-smelling green venom.
“Great Fireball Technique!” A sharp shout rang out. A shadow leaped out from behind Feng Lin, forming hand seals and exhaling a massive fireball that exploded midair, sending waves of scorching heat rolling outward.
He still announces his moves before attacking? Feng Lin smirked coldly, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Though unharmed, his clothes were singed and tattered, leaving him a bit disheveled.
His eyes, sharp as swords, caught the ninja slipping away like a rat, leaving no trace behind. Feng Lin wasn’t flustered at all. So-called ninja invisibility was just a trick—essentially a form of illusion, using sound, light, and other factors to create false perceptions. But it couldn’t fool the all-penetrating power of the mind.
A silver light flickered at his brow as his mental energy surged outward, sweeping through the surroundings like a gentle breeze. Nothing remained hidden, and he quickly spotted the anomaly. In a corner of the ruined temple, a black figure crouched, covered in a strange black cloth that blended into the darkness.
The ninja lay motionless, not a hint of aura escaping, thinking he was hidden. But he had no idea he was fully exposed to Feng Lin’s senses. Feng Lin pretended not to notice, searching around casually, seemingly drifting closer. Then, in an instant, he closed in.
Dragon Claw Strike! Feng Lin’s claws rapidly enlarged before the ninja’s eyes, locking onto his surroundings, leaving no escape.
Damn it! The ninja’s heart sank. He had planned to ambush this man when he wasn’t looking. He never expected to be spotted so easily, with a lethal strike coming right away. What a cunning brat!
Feng Lin’s assault was relentless, giving no time to breathe. With no room to dodge, the ninja quickly formed hand seals. Earth Escape Technique! With a whoosh, he burrowed into the ground.
Feng Lin’s claw missed, smashing through the decayed wall. He looked down to see a mound of earth racing forward, like a groundhog tunneling underground.
Trying to run? Feng Lin lightly tapped the ground, his form blurring as he gave chase. His mental energy seeped into the earth, locking onto the ninja’s figure.
Boom, boom, boom! Feng Lin’s fists hammered down like thunder, unleashing explosive force that blasted the ground apart, sending dirt and rocks flying.
The ninja, sweating profusely as he tunneled, thought to himself: This guy looks ordinary, not some muscle-bound brute, but his attacks are so brutal—he’s practically a thug. He relied on ninjutsu, specializing in assassination, not head-on brawls. He couldn’t withstand such overwhelming force and had to break free quickly.
The ninja zigzagged underground, but to his dismay, he couldn’t shake his pursuer. It felt like every move he made was under Feng Lin’s watchful eye, with no secrets left.
Under Feng Lin’s mental scan, illusions shattered, and nothing could hide. He chased relentlessly, gradually cornering the ninja. Gene abilities had their limits; the ninja couldn’t stay underground forever.
This can’t go on! The ninja gritted his teeth. The opponent must have some kind of mental detection. Since he couldn’t hide, he had to fight. A true ninja had survived countless battles, rich in combat experience. Realizing his predicament, a savage resolve rose within him. He stopped fleeing in vain, ready to go all out.
With a bang! The earth exploded as the ninja shot out like a black shadow, gripping a katana and slashing downward. Wind-Splitting Slash! The blade’s edge tore through the air, sending a visible wave of energy crashing down.
Feng Lin clenched his fists, standing his ground. Like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, he shattered the blade’s force. The scattered energy left the ground riddled with holes.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! The ninja spun in midair, unleashing a rain of kunai. Each was tied with talismans covered in cryptic runes, exploding into bursts of wind, fire, lightning, earth—a chaotic storm of energy that engulfed Feng Lin.
Shuriken! Cold light flashed everywhere. Once the ninja gained the upper hand, he struck viciously, intent on shredding Feng Lin to pieces.
Clang, clang, clang! From within the smoke came the sound of metal striking metal, crisp and sharp, with sparks flying. The sound was all wrong.
The ninja’s face grew grim, not a trace of relief in sight.
With a roar! The smoke burst apart as Feng Lin leaped out. His clothes were torn to rags, but his body was completely unscathed—not a single hair harmed.
“Had your fill? Now it’s my turn!” Feng Lin snorted coldly. His intangible mental energy solidified into ropes, binding the ninja tightly.
Invisible telekinesis? The ninja’s expression shifted drastically. How could such a moderate-level psychokinetic force be this strong? He felt as if iron chains were constricting him, leaving him unable to move.
Feng Lin watched the panic in his eyes and smirked. How could this man grasp the wonder of Sun Wukong’s mythical path? His mental gene had been enhanced to six points, giving his telekinesis immense strength—enough to lift six tons. Not just anyone could break free.
Bone Contraction Technique! Lacking raw power but rich in tricks, the ninja shrank his body like a slithering snake, slipping out of the telekinetic grip.
Feng Lin’s mental energy shifted, forming a net to trap him again.
Wall-Passing Technique! The ninja’s form turned ethereal, passing through like smoke.
Feng Lin’s mind adapted, swirling into a vortex that held him fast, preventing escape.
Clone Technique! Mental energy struck like a sword, slicing through the illusion.
… The ninja exhausted every trick, yet couldn’t evade Feng Lin’s pursuit. He realized in despair that all his skills were utterly useless against Feng Lin’s all-pervasive mental power—a complete tragedy.