A pair of seemingly ordinary palms struck straight forward, yet they contained a myriad of potential—fists, fingers, hammers... countless weapon techniques fused into one, profound and extraordinary.
Feng Lin felt that no matter how he changed his moves, he was trapped within the opponent's palm force, unable to evade.
Boom!
Those palms, appearing slow but moving fast, met Feng Lin's fist with a gentle lift, dissolving the狂暴 fist force into nothingness, as gentle as spring rain, leaving no trace of power.
The snake-man seized the chance to breathe and shot away in a whoosh, refusing to come anywhere near again. In the tidal wave of attacks just now, he had felt the suffocation of death descending, his heart clenched tight.
Feng Lin didn't give chase. Instead, his eyes fixed on a figure that had suddenly appeared before him—a slender man in a loose, ancient robe covering him from head to toe, a typical Martian attire, exuding an immovable, unshakable aura.
On this man, Feng Lin sensed danger.
"Young man, let others off when you can! Why must you go to extremes?" the robed man said with an air of seniority, scolding like an elder to a junior.
Feng Lin frowned, deeply uncomfortable.
*Beat the small, and the old shows up?*
He sneered coldly, "When this guy tried to kill me, where were you? Now you pop up to play the good guy?"
"He just accidentally got too close, scared by you, and in a panic, struck a bit hard—it's understandable! Young man, you're already an interstellar cultivator; why bother with an apprentice?" The robed man chuckled, brushing off the incident as if it were nothing.
"Do you even believe that yourself?" Feng Lin scoffed, shaking his head, too tired to listen to such twisted logic. Hearing such sanctimonious words made him want to vomit.
*Since you're in cahoots, why waste words?*
Feng Lin's only response was...
*If you want war, then war!*
*Diamond Dragon Claw Hand!*
His fingers curled into dragon claws, tearing through the air with a high-pitched dragon roar. Feng Lin's form blurred as he shot forward, aiming for the opponent's throat.
If this strike landed, even an iron man would have its windpipe ripped out!
The robed man was stunned, not expecting Feng Lin to be so decisive and ruthless, attacking to kill without another word.
Feng Lin sneered coldly. *An enemy is an enemy. Why talk? Strike while the iron's hot!*
The robed man reacted swiftly. Changing his move, he turned his palm into a finger, piercing through the air like a divine sword, a sharp, stabbing force colliding with Feng Lin's claw energy, sending gusts scattering.
Feng Lin's palm stung as if stung by a hornet, instinctively retracting it. A red dot appeared on his palm—not broken, but the nerve pain was sharp.
But the robed man fared no better. Feng Lin's claws were so hard that his finger felt like it had struck iron, the bones nearly shattering.
"Again!" Feng Lin roared, lunging forward, his moves shifting.
*Mighty Vajra Palm!*
His palm stood like a blade, chopping down like a mountain-splitting axe, wind spilling everywhere.
The robed man's face grew serious, knowing the power of this move. He changed his technique, forming fists and striking straight out like a god swinging a hammer, with immense force.
His fist met Feng Lin's palm, both bodies swaying—evenly matched.
But Feng Lin didn't retreat; instead, he charged forward like a collapsing mountain.
*Eight Extremes Fist—Mountain Lean!*
The robed man felt as if he'd hit a bronze wall, sent flying sideways, his shoulder seemingly shattered.
In both strength and physical toughness, he was utterly outmatched.
Seizing the advantage, Feng Lin showed no mercy, punching and kicking like a fierce tiger, launching a tidal wave of attacks.
The robed man found himself surrounded by fists, struggling desperately.
"What? Even Captain Lian is no match for this guy, completely suppressed!" The snake-man, finally free from Feng Lin's grip, watched the one-sided fight in disbelief.
This robed man had always been an invincible force in his eyes. To see him lose ground so quickly, and to such a young kid, was hard to accept.
*Demon-Subduing Vajra Pestle!*
Feng Lin clenched his fist like a giant pestle, smashing down with unstoppable force, majestic and oppressive.
The man changed his moves again, joining his hands and lifting them high, like Pangu holding up the sky.
Boom!
The two狂暴 forces collided head-on.
The robed man's face twisted as he felt a crushing weight pressing down, threatening to grind him to dust.
Crack!
He could barely withstand the force, but the ground beneath him couldn't.
His feet sank deep into the earth.
"Not good!" The man hadn't expected Feng Lin's strength to be so fierce, now trapped in a disadvantage.
His legs stuck in the ground, unable to dodge, the situation dire.
He tried to pull free quickly.
But Feng Lin wouldn't give him a chance to breathe.
Boom, boom, boom!
Each punch thundered like a drum, the air whistling, sending chills down the spine.
His fists fell like hammers, with immense force.
Yet the robed man's techniques were exquisite, surpassing Feng Lin's.
His hands moved like a great shield, blocking in front, guarding his body without a single opening, displaying extraordinary martial skill.
Feng Lin's moves were all parried, unable to break through that turtle shell.
But Feng Lin wasn't easy to deal with either. While the moves could be blocked, the raw force was real and hard to endure.
*One force overcomes a hundred skills.*
Though the man's techniques were refined, his body was like a nail being hammered deeper into the ground.
Boom!
Another punch landed.
The robed man sank entirely into the earth, disappearing from sight.
"Now it's your turn!" Having subdued this man, Feng Lin's gaze fell on the snake figure, his eyes filled with killing intent.
The snake figure, watching in terror, kept backing away.
Feng Lin was about to press forward.
Boom!
Suddenly, an explosion.
Feng Lin turned to see a torch rising from the ground, a figure standing within, engulfed in raging flames, rolling heat waves surging.
Such fierce flames couldn't be used by an apprentice—this man was definitely an interstellar cultivator!
"Enough!" The robed man spoke from above, as if this flame ability had boosted his confidence, everything under his control.
"Bring it on!" Feng Lin wasn't afraid but delighted, charging forward.
The man smiled arrogantly. *As an interstellar cultivator with the high-grade原始基因 Flame Sea gene, ordinary people are no match for me. This young kid may be talented, but how powerful can his skills be?*
The robed man's fingers danced, forming countless gestures, beautiful and dazzling, shooting out flames—some like meteors, some like fireballs, some like rings...
The flames took various forms, creating a blazing sea that instantly engulfed Feng Lin.
The man wore a smug grin, but it froze a moment later.
A figure slowly emerged from the flames, unharmed except for singed clothes.
*Vajra Great Capture!*
Feng Lin, with a wrathful Vajra expression, struck with ferocious claws. Though the opponent's techniques were exquisite, he was still utterly suppressed.
The fierce claw force drove the robed man back step by step.
Feng Lin now knew this man was an interstellar cultivator and attacked even more fiercely.
This was his first fight with an interstellar cultivator—a rare combat experience. Crucially, his own abilities countered the man's, giving him a sure win. Each move was deliberate, gaining precious combat experience.
The more Feng Lin fought, the more exhilarated he became, his moves flowing like water, completely suppressing his opponent.
The robed man felt like he was going mad and couldn't help but growl, "We're not mortal enemies! What will it take for you to stop?"
This was a rare opportunity.
Fighting an interstellar cultivator let Feng Lin quickly gauge his true combat power. He wouldn't waste this free sparring partner, responding only with a hearty laugh.
"Let me have my fun first!"