Legend of the Mythological Genes Chapter 150

“How can this be?” Exclamations of shock reverberated throughout the arena, accompanied by dumbfounded looks .

Countless clansmen of the Feng Clan were opening their mouths gradually, dropping their jaws, when they saw the scenes of the ranking competition .

It wasn't that they couldn't be calm, but the change to the situation was just too abrupt .

Feng Li, who was renowned for his sharp and ruthless saber arts, had his saber caught bare-handed by Feng Lin and then destroyed .

As for Feng Jinpeng, he was still pretending to be a golden-winged roc in the sky earlier . But now, he was like a dead chicken being grabbed by Feng Lin . He had no more strength to resist .

The top two geniuses were defeated in succession by Feng Lin, just like that .

Could it be that he really had the power to dominate all the other participants single-handedly?

This was not only a possibility . It was an inevitability!

Once Feng Lin rose, he would instantly soar up to the sky . He gave off a feeling of tyranny and invincibility

Feng Jinpeng had a trace of resentment on his face at being grabbed like a dead chicken . He was like a defenseless child .

No matter what, he was the direct grandson of the clan leader, and everyone had always admired and was respectful to him since he was young . His talent was also considered very outstanding, when had he ever suffered such humiliation before?

Soaring Wings of the Golden Roc!

He spread his hands wide, resembling a great roc spreading its wings . After that, he fiercely slammed them toward Feng Lin's chest . The generated wind felt as sharp as blades . They took on the form of feathers and launched toward Feng Lin .

Bang, bang, bang!

In an instant, over ten palm strikes blasted into Feng Lin's chest . However, they seemed to have hit a steel board . Thunderous sounds rang out but Feng Lin wasn't injured .

Feng Lin lowered his head and smiled calmly .

This palm art wasn't bad, but it was completely useless .

Upon seeing Feng Jinpeng's struggle, Feng Lin's hand suddenly flashed, moving toward him .

Feng Jinpeng screamed as his wrists were dislocated . His hands helplessly slumped down and couldn't make any moves any longer .

“Have you had enough yet?” Feng Lin coldly laughed . He walked to the edge of the platform and toss Feng Jinpeng down .

With a scream of misery, Feng Jinpeng was eliminated just like that .

Feng Lin's casual movements in tossing Feng Jinpeng out stunned everyone .

Feng Li and Feng Jinpeng were undoubtedly two of the strongest Feng Clan's geniuses . Both of them had had hopes of becoming the top-ranking supreme genius today, yet they had both lost to Feng Lin .

Since those two couldn't win, there was no need for the other participants to continue dreaming .

As they stared at the terrifying figure on the platform, the one resembling a god or a devil, boundless fear appeared in their hearts .

Feng Lin only gave them a feeling . A single word…'invincible!'

We can't win!

A thought arose in their hearts .

The movements of their hands involuntarily slowed, but they still decided to attack . The energy attacks they sent out continued to blast into Feng Lin's chest, generating sparks .

Feng Lin's shirt was torn and tattered, revealing his streamlined muscles . His body glowed with a faint jade-like color and there were detailed veined lines as though they were made from jade .

He was moving against the energy blast and forcefully walking forward .

Vajra Dragon Claw!

Feng Lin's fingers were like hooks, slashing out and generating streams of wind so powerful that they could tear apart stone and metal .

These people couldn't evade in time and their clothes were sliced through, leaving behind conspicuous bloody wounds on their body .

The Vajra Subduing Devil Fist was an initial-grade low-tier genetic martial arts . However, its might was so much higher than the original version when Feng Lin used it .

After all, the Vajra Gene was just a high-grade primeval gene; thus, the body strengthening effect of the Vajra Gene couldn't be compared to the Stone Monkey Gene .

The claw force sliced apart the air, filling the sky with claw shadows, wanting to tear apart this entire space .

Feng Lin was like a ferocious tiger who had left his mountain . He didn't care about defense . His body's toughness was so high that it completely rendered the attacks of the opponents useless .

In comparison, the bodies of his opponents were too weak . They couldn't even withstand a single claw attack from Feng Lin . Their bodies were filled with scratches as blood dripped from their wounds .

Feng Lin didn't use any flowery moves . He suppressed them completely with pure strength .

“This can't continue on!” The six remaining participants exchanged a mutual glance as their expressions turned ashen .

If they had joined forces with so many here and was blasted down the platform by one person, things would truly be too embarrassing .

Even if they obtained a very high ranking, things would be meaningless .

Everyone else would only remember them as an insignificant number whom Feng Lin counted as his defeated opponents .

They became interstellar cultivators at such a young age and were all geniuses of the Feng Clan . Which one of them was willing to become the stepping stones of others?!

Although the six of them didn't discuss this, they instantly came to the same conclusion . Let's act together!

Genetic energy gushed forth with no reservations .

Water, Fire, Earth, Metal, Wind, Thunder—all sorts of energy types intersected in the air .

Their faces turned red from the effort as they unleashed the entirety of genetic energy in their bodies, fusing them together . In the end, only a ball of darkness could be seen .

Sizzle~

Black sparks shot out from it, looking extremely bizarre and terrifying .

The atmosphere in the surrounding space suddenly turned strange as the temperature soared .

Feng Lin's expression turned solemn . For some reason, he felt a huge threat from this ball of darkness .

After all, the participants here weren't weaklings . When they joined forces with their extraordinary methods, they were sufficient to cause a huge threat to Feng Lin .

But this was fine . Only by defeating them head-on would it make them submit whole-heartedly .

Feng Lin also unleashed his strongest attack . His hands formed gestures and his fingers became swords as he stabbed out, sending a terrifyingly sharp sword-intent . The formless force in the air seemingly wanted to split the ball of darkness into twain .

Immortal Slaying Sword Imprint!

This seemingly ordinary slash was generated by rapid movements of his fingers . Immense sharpness gushed forth as the sword finger slashed outward . This sword slash was like a flying immortal from the nine heavens desiring to slay his fellow immortals and gods .

RUMBLE!

The energy ball of darkness blasted over .

Chi!

Feng Lin's entire person seemed to transform into a sword . He stood up straight as his sword fingers unleashed waves of terrifying sword qi . He resembled an ancient sword immortal, controlling his sword to take the head of others from a thousand miles away .

“What martial art is this?” The demonically handsome young man stood up, gazing at this scene . The languid and lazy look on his face completely changed, turning extremely heavy .

On the battlefield, the sword imprint and the dark energy ball collided, and an explosion instantly occurred . Violent waves of might gushed out in four directions from the impact, causing the situation on the platform to be very chaotic .

The participants were engulfed inside the explosion . The crowd couldn't see them clearly .

All the spectators on the viewing platform involuntarily stood up as their eyes locked on the dueling platform, wanting to observe all commotions .

The final battle would be decided with this one strike .

Whoever was the victor or loser would soon be known!

So…who would the victor be?

Chi!

A sharp slicing sound rang out through the air .

All of a sudden, a small crack appeared in the ball of darkness and it was sliced into two .

From within, a human figure shot out . His clothes were blackened and tattered, but his revealed skin was shining with a jade-like luster . He wasn't injured at all .

If this wasn't Feng Lin, who else could it be?

Feng Lin gazed over . His sword finger slashed out again, forming a marvelous arc to cut through the sky .

For a split second, everyone could only set their eyes upon the arc of the slash .

Chi~ Sword qi gushed forth with unstoppable momentum .

The six of them couldn't dodge in time and were all hit by that sword qi . They were knocked to the ground and were in miserable straits .

Mighty Vajra Palm!

Feng Lin changed his finger stance to that of a palm stance and repeatedly blasted his palm out in the air .

Generating a vast amount of force, it enabled him to hit targets from a distance away .

The six of them were all hit heavily, becoming human sandbags that were flung through the air before heavily smashed to the ground .

Right now, this entire space was silent .

Feng Lin was the last man standing . He turned his gaze to the crowd, radiating the domineeringness of being unequaled .

Feng Lin took note of the fear, trepidation, and astonishment on the faces of the crowd in his heart .

Invincibility was also a kind of loneliness…

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