"Damn carbon-based vermin, damn it!" The silicon giant spun in place like a headless fly, roaring furiously, throwing wild punches in a frenzy.
Feng Lin's figure flickered constantly, appearing and disappearing, making it impossible for his opponent to track him.
Every time the silicon giant threw a punch, its force was deflected, some moves wasting energy, while others bizarrely struck itself...
Feng Lin was far inferior in strength and size, yet miraculously seized the upper hand, leaving everyone stunned.
Tai Chi uses the opponent's force against them, leveraging four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds.
Feng Lin knew his limits. Instead of confronting the enemy head-on, he absorbed their momentum and redirected it with his own strength, rendering their attacks futile.
It's hard to ram head-on into a speeding locomotive, but to make it veer off course, you only need to remove a section of track.
The same principle applied here.
This silicon giant relied entirely on instinct in battle, with little technical skill, and was toyed with by Feng Lin, utterly helpless.
"Damn it! Vile vermin!" The more the silicon giant roared, the more powerless it felt, sensing the annoying carbon-based lifeform hopping around like a flea, yet unable to catch it.
"That kid actually did it!"
"Unbelievable! How did he suppress a silicon giant in combat?"
"Such combat instincts are terrifying!"
...
Despite any grudges they held against Feng Lin, the homeroom teachers couldn't help but marvel at his astonishing performance, sighing inwardly.
Why wasn't such an outstanding student in their class?
With a vitality of 1.5, he could fight on par with a 20-layer silicon giant. Though he couldn't win, possessing such combat power—what would happen if his vitality broke through further?
They would have nurtured him vigorously, not let him go to waste like this.
A deep sense of regret for lost talent welled up in their hearts.
"He's using the Tai Chi technique of borrowing force to counter! A clever choice!" The principal spoke up, full of praise.
"But what's the point of him doing this?"
"Exactly! This silicon giant's life form is different from humans; it's not that easy to defeat!"
"This fighting style can only restrain it; it can't fundamentally harm the silicon giant at all!"
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Everyone shook their heads repeatedly.
In fact, they had hit on the key point.
Feng Lin realized this too. On the surface, he had the advantage, but he couldn't inflict fatal damage on the giant.
The silicon giant's body was incredibly hard, comparable to alloy from the inside out. Physical attacks were almost useless against it; only sustained energy strikes might wear it down.
Huff, huff, huff!
Feng Lin gasped for breath, feeling his stamina nearly depleted. Even just deflecting the opponent's force with martial arts exhausted him.
This couldn't go on!
The opponent was a silicon lifeform with a tough constitution; dragging it out would only harm him.
He had to find a way to win decisively.
Feng Lin's mind raced, searching for a strategy.
Got it!
He observed the silicon giant's heavy, rock-carved body, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Golden Tiger Subduing!
Feng Lin arched his back, assuming a tiger-crouching stance, then leaped up, kicking toward the opponent's vital heart area.
"Looking for death!" The silicon giant roared, stomping the ground hard and swinging its left leg in a flying kick.
But unexpectedly, Feng Lin twisted in midair, plummeting down, and swept his single leg in a horizontal kick, striking the giant's left knee.
Missing its kick and taking a heavy blow, the silicon giant lost balance, its massive body crashing down like a collapsing mountain, its 5-ton weight pressing onto its twisted, thin left leg.
A crisp crack sounded.
It had snapped its own leg by sitting on it, letting out a heart-wrenching roar of pain as blue blood gushed out like a spring, staining the ground a dark blue-black.
Perfect chance!
Feng Lin had fought hard for this fatal opportunity—how could he let it slip?
He rushed forward, grabbing the giant's broken leg and yanking with all his might, veins bulging as if pulling up a small mountain, exerting every ounce of strength.
The giant howled in agony, thrashing its limbs wildly.
Feng Lin used his small, agile frame to dodge constantly.
Finally, with a roar, he used every bit of strength to tear off the giant's leg, thick as a stone pillar.
Then he raised it high, using the severed leg as a hammer to smash down on the giant's head.
There was nothing harder on this planet than the silicon giant itself—except its own body.
This severed leg was the perfect weapon.
Thud, thud, thud!
Dull sounds rang out like drumbeats, making hearts pound.
Feng Lin, like a madman, slammed the leg repeatedly onto the giant's head, the ground shaking with each blow.
Could the giant's skull, no matter how hard, withstand its own thigh being used as a club for such violent strikes?
A sickening crunch of cracking bones, the skull shattered, blood splattered, and murky brain matter sprayed out, drenching Feng Lin.
Covered in blood, standing in a pool of gore, Feng Lin looked like a demon from a sea of blood, his face twisted with a fierce, bloodthirsty aura that inspired fear.
In a life-or-death battle, Feng Lin showed no mercy, beating the silicon giant to death.
The massive body dissolved into energy and began to dissipate, the surroundings crumbling.
Feng Lin finally relaxed, collapsing to the ground, unable to get up, completely drained.
The teachers watched this scene, exchanged glances, and were deeply shaken.
They had doubted Feng Lin all along, only to be proven wrong repeatedly. Now the kid had successfully cleared the twentieth layer—awkward...
"He actually did it!"
"Incredible kid!"
"He found a second way to defeat a silicon giant."
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The teachers marveled endlessly.
The female homeroom teacher of Class 17 wore a look of vindicated satisfaction.
"This isn't simple. In fact, only Feng Lin could use this borrowing-force method. It requires extreme combat instincts and martial arts mastery, and most importantly, a ruthless heart—ruthless to the enemy, and even more ruthless to himself!" The principal said, having observed Feng Lin's performance all along, full of admiration.
Everyone nodded, convinced by the principal's assessment.
Thinking of Feng Lin's earlier madness, it was practically self-torture—no ordinary person would dare do that.
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Gene potential +46%.
This was it!
After defeating the silicon giant, Feng Lin collapsed to the ground, smiling bitterly.
He had no strength left.
With the end of the twentieth layer, he gained an unprecedented amount of potential points, reaching 98%.
Just one point short of a gene point—just that 2%.
But short was short.
There were no new free gene points to restore his stamina; he truly couldn't go on.
Sensing that Feng Lin had lost combat capability, the virtual martial arts tower slowly shut down, the surroundings returning to a pitch-black, empty scene.
So unwilling!
Feng Lin stared up at the ceiling.
He wished he could see what was on the next level.
Then the virtual martial arts tower's mechanical voice rang out again, "Now announcing the final results. First place: Duan Yunliu, 392 points; Second place: Jeskrot, 371 points; Third place: Feng Lin, 368 points..."
Feng Lin's name was prominently in third place.
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