Legend of the Mythological Genes Chapter 83: Fighting against A Cultivator

"Mad man, truly a mad man crazy about martial arts!" The long-robed man screamed in misery, no longer as calm and collected as before.

Every time they fought, he couldn't injure Feng Lin and felt like his fists and legs were ramming into a steelboard, injuring himself.

Strength overcomes everything!

Moreover, in all martial arts under the sky, speed was the essence of the game.

No matter how profound the moves of this long-robed man were, his speed and strength were both inferior to Feng Lin.

Feng Lin displayed his superiority. He circled around and launched his attacks like a flood of mercury water, with a rhythm so perfect his opponent didn't even have the space to breathe.

After-images were created from his movements, from one to ten, completely surrounding the long-robed man, making it so that the long-robed man couldn't escape.

The long-robed man kept cursing under his breath, feeling as though he was fighting against ten people at the same time. The situation was extremely dangerous for him.

However, he knew that this effect was created because Feng Lin's speed was too fast and ferocious, resulting in the after-images.

The long-robed man kept changing his moves. His entire body was coated with flames, like a man of fire, causing ordinary characters to be unable to get close to him.

However, Feng Lin didn't fear this at all. He was impervious to water and fire. The intensity of such flames wouldn't even be able to burn the skin on his hands.

Although the long-robe man's techniques were incomparably marvelous, he wasn't able to cope with Feng Lin's absolute advantage in strength and was forced back continuously.

What was more unbelievable to him was that the power of his flames, which had never disappointed him in every endeavor, were actually useless when used against Feng Lin. He couldn't even harm a strand of Feng Lin's hair.

This is actually immune to fire. What gene did he awaken exactly?

He felt extremely puzzled. Even if it was those body-fortification type gene that boosted one's defense, it shouldn't be so powerful.

But it was a pity he didn't have much time to think.

Feng Lin was completely not afraid of his flames at all. He circled his opponent, and his punches hit flesh with every strike. He was competing on "whose flesh is the toughest" with his opponent.

The long-robed man felt incomparably suppressed. He felt that all his capabilities were useless against Feng Lin. Since this was the case, there was only a single method left to deal with an opponent like this, and that was...

Swish!

Chi, chi, chi~

Amidst the punches and kicks, numerous gales were formed from the force of their strikes.

The two of them were clashing head-on, move against move, fighting at extreme close-range.

Every time their fists met, the long-robed man would be forced back in retreat. It was tough for him to endure such direct force head-on.

His speed and strength were both completely inferior to Feng Lin.

This was the disparity in brute force; no matter how profound his moves and techniques were, they weren't able to make up for that.

The long-robed man had never met such a troublesome opponent before. He felt like Feng Lin was a man of iron. Although Feng Lin's moves had many flaws in them, his defense was too high and he felt like he was sinking his fists of flesh into a solid wall of iron. No matter how good his techniques were, everything was useless.

He continued changing the variations of his moves. Each of his attacks was brilliant to the extreme—negating Feng Lin's force, diverting it, borrowing it to return with his own attack… He used everything in his repertoire and only then could he manage to force the situation into one where he wasn't defeated, although he was still at a complete disadvantage.

Feng Lin also felt that it was strange. He possessed an absolute advantage, but he still wasn't able to gain the final victory.

He couldn't help but sigh with admiration at his opponent's martial skills. Every single one of his moves had many variations within it, capable of containing countless changes. It felt as though the essence of all martial arts in the world was within them.

No matter what attacks he used, his opponent had a way to react to him.

"Interesting!" Feng Lin felt excited. He also wasn't in a hurry to kill the long-robed man, and he started to ponder while exchanging blows with his opponent.

The Hong Fist in close combat, Taichi to obstruct his opponent, Xingyi Fist's explosiveness—Feng Lin unleashed all sorts of ultimate moves, generating immense might.

Although the long-robed man had a skinny frame and didn't have enough strength, his techniques that contained a myriad of changes were sufficient to protect his body. He was like a roly-poly toy. No matter how he was hit, he wouldn't truly go down.

The more Feng Lin fought against him, the more wonderful he felt. He could sense how profound his opponent's technique was and he could tell that from the beginning until now, the moves used by his opponent all came from a single martial art. It was only that this martial art contained many variations, leading to countless transformations.

This seemed to be an extremely profound genetic martial arts.

Where could he find such a good sparring partner?

What a good guy!

The gaze which Feng Lin looked at this guy with instantly changed.

He had just become an interstellar cultivator, and he wasn't sure what level his true combat prowess had reached.

This was the first time he fought against another cultivator, and the key point was that this opponent wasn't too powerful, allowing him to unleash his own attacks without needing to fear his opponent's retaliation.

Feng Lin accelerated, increasing his attack speed, using all the moves he had learned to probe his limit.

Every time his attack was blocked, Feng Lin discovered that it was because his moves were lacking. He slowly improved on them and integrated them together with the experience gained in this fight.

That long-robed man could also tell that Feng Lin was using him as a sparring partner to learn his techniques, and he became extremely angry from embarrassment.

As an interstellar cultivator, he was a lofty figure no matter he went and received approval and respect from everyone else. When had he ever been humiliated so badly before?

His face turned red, and even his eyes glowed red as he ruthlessly stared at Feng Lin. He was completely enraged.

After that, his eyes actually emitted flames!

Swish, swish~

Two clusters of flames shot toward Feng Lin's eyes.

Feng Lin shut his eyes; his face was like jade. When the flames rushed at his face, they transformed into sparks that sprayed about as they dissipated. However, because his vision was disrupted, his movements also slowed.

It was not so easy to gain some space to regain his breath. The long-robed man hurriedly lengthened the distance between them and had his eyes fixed on Feng Lin. He suddenly coldly roared, "Young man, you best know what is good for you. This is what you forced me to do, don't blame me for not showing mercy!"

Even a man made of mud has three points of anger!

Being suppressed so badly by a young man that was a junior, the long-robed man's heart was filled with embarrassment and fury.

He clutched one of his hands as a wind gathered in his palm, forming a small-scale hurricane. For his other palm, fire burned fiercely and the heat waves churned wildly.

Both his palms joined together as he roared in a low voice, "Wheel of Wind and Fire!"

The mighty hurricane shot out, followed closely by the blazing fire. They suddenly joined together, as the flames were bolstered by the wind, causing the intensity of the attack to increase. They formed a wheel of wind and fire that blasted toward Feng Lin.

Feng Lin stood at his original location, unmoving.

The power of this wheel of wind and fire kept increasing as the temperature surged upward, wanting to bury him within, turning him into ashes.

"Stop!" Feng Lin stretched out his hand; his palm shone like jade as he slowly pushed the wheel away.

As his palm entered the fire, Feng Lin's arm suddenly trembled violently.

Inch-force!

A powerful wave of energy instantly erupted, causing the wheel of wind and fire to crumble into pieces, transforming into sparks that flew all about before they dissipated. Other than his clothes being burned, there were no other effects.

"What?" After seeing his ultimate strike being so easily countered, that long-robed man also felt panic. He hurriedly continued to unleash his attacks.

Flames rushed over, manifesting in different forms. Fireballs, meteors, a bird made from flames—there were all sorts of shapes and sizes; each form of the long-robed man's attack contained a powerful might.

This was especially so when these fire-elemental attacks were powered by wind energy. The wind was incomparably sharp, forming wind blades that sought to slash Feng Lin.

This long-robed man seemed to have awakened two primeval genes. One was a fire-attributed one, while the other was a wind-attributed one.

Combining wind with fire, according to their mutual properties in the Five Elements, the power of the long-robed man's attack naturally would surge in intensity.

However, Feng Lin merely stood at his original location and continued issuing moves with his palms. No matter what form his opponent's fire took, or to what degree the wind had bolstered his opponent's attacks, the force generated by Feng Lin's palms easily negated it.

Facing the ferocious flames, Feng Lin slowly walked nearer and nearer, methodically blocking his opponent's attacks.

Taichi Explosive Fist!

Feng Lin's strike was like a cannon that blasted the giant fireball before his eyes into nothingness. His palm force then pressed forward, blasting toward his opponent.

The long-robed man was helpless to do anything else. He could only clash against it head-on, attempting to break Feng Lin's every strike as he faced them.

The two of them collided.

Feng Lin's body trembled slightly before he rushed forth again. After the earlier collision, the long-robed man was forced back over ten steps before he came to a halt. He didn't even have a chance to breathe before Feng Lin's attack arrived once more. Hence, he could only grit his teeth and continued to parry Feng Lin's moves.

The long-robed man miserably discovered all his counter-attacks were gradually losing their effectiveness. He had become this brat's sparring partner again, a live target for Feng Lin to practice his skills on.

Why did he add the word 'again'?

This was truly a tragic story...

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