82 After Beating The Young One, The Old One Comes Ou (1/2)

These seemingly ordinary palms directly smacked over. They actually contained a million variations, becoming a palm, a finger strike, a hammer blow...all sorts of weaponry stances could be mixed within, and they were exceedingly profound.

Feng Lin felt that no matter how he changed his moves, they would all be caught by this new opponent's palms. There was no way for him to evade as well.

Bang!

The palms seemed slow but were actually extremely swift. They collided together with Feng Lin's fist and dragged it backward slightly. All the violent fist force dissipated into nothingness, vanishing without a trace, just like how the spring wind transformed into rain.

That snake-figured man got a chance to catch his breath. He instantly took this opportunity and wriggled free once more before fleeing far away, not daring to get near Feng Lin any longer.

Earlier, during Feng Lin's final attack that was akin to the ocean tides, he could feel the pressure of death boring down on him. His heart was still pounding rapidly.

Feng Lin didn't choose to pursue the snake-figured man. His eyes were fixed on this new opponent that suddenly appeared before him. This man was clad in ancient and voluminous long robes, which covered him from head to toe. It was an example of how Martians would dress. His frame was skinny, yet it emitted an aura as immovable as a mountain.

From this opponent, Feng Lin could faintly sense danger.

”Young man, when it's possible to let people off, one should take that chance. Why must you go all-out and launch the killing blow?” The long-robed man spoke in an old and decrepit sounding voice like he was an elder lecturing a junior.

Feng Lin frowned, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

After beating the young one, the old one came out?

He coldly laughed. ”Earlier when that snake-figured fellow launched killing moves toward me, why didn't you appear then? Now, you suddenly want to be the righteous guy?”

”He only accidentally got close to you and was frightened by you. Under panic, he naturally attacked more ruthlessly, it's reasonable. In any case, you are already an interstellar cultivator. Young man, why must you lower yourself to the level of a cultivation apprentice like him?” The long-robed man laughed, not bothered by the earlier events at all. It was clear that he was treating what happened earlier as something insignificant.

”Do you believe in your own words?” Feng Lin sarcastically mocked and shook his head. He already couldn't be bothered to hear such warped logic. Hearing these pompous words made him wanted to vomit.

Since you guys are together, why is there a need to talk so much crap?

The reply Feng Lin gave his opponent was this…

Since you want to fight, let's fight!

Vajra Dragon Claw!

His fingers formed the shape of a dragon claw and slashed down through the air, emitting the high-pitched roars of a dragon.

Feng Lin's figure shimmered. He was moving so fast that he cast no shadow on the ground as he grabbed toward his opponent's vital point—the throat.

If he hit his target with this move, even if his opponent was a man made of iron, his opponent's windpipe would still be crushed!

The man in the long robe had a face filled with astonishment. He didn't expect that he only said a few words, and Feng Lin would react so decisively and ruthlessly, wanting to kill him.

Feng Lin coldly laughed. Originally, they were both already enemies. Why is there a need to talk crap? Since you like to talk so much, let me kill you while you speak then!

The long-robed man's reactions were also extremely fast. Upon facing this sudden claw attack, he changed his moves. His palm became a finger as he struck out with it, aiming for the center of Feng Lin's claw.

With a bang, the finger strike broke through the air. It was like a divine sword; the aura of sharpness clashed into the claw force generated by Feng Lin's attack. The impact caused waves of aftershock to spread to the surroundings.

Feng Lin's palm felt intense pain as though it was stung by bees. He could only retract his hands instinctively. His skin was unbroken, but there was a piercing pain in his nerves.

However, the long-robed man didn't enjoy any advantages either. He didn't expect Feng Lin's claw to be so tough. His finger felt as though it had slammed into an iron board. His finger bone felt as though it was on the verge of breaking.

”AGAIN!” Feng Lin roared, rushing over once more as he changed his attack.

Mighty Vajra Palm!

His palm was like a saber, he twisted it into a chopping posture and cleaved down with it violently, generating a strong wind.

The expression of the long-robed man turned heavy; he knew how powerful this attack was. He changed his stance once more and clenched his hands into fists. After that, he was like a divinity waving twin hammers around with great strength.

His fists slammed into Feng Lin's palm. Their bodies trembled from the impact, and they appeared evenly matched.

However, Feng Lin advanced instead of retreating. He made use of his momentum and leaned forward slightly, slamming with his opponent head-on.

Eight Extremities Fist - Sticking close to the mountain!

The long-robed man felt as though a wall of steel rammed into him. His entire person was sent flying and his shoulder felt as though it was about to shatter.

Regardless of strength or the body's toughness, he was definitely inferior to Feng Lin.

In order to capitalize on his advantage, Feng Lin naturally attacked even more ruthlessly, showing no mercy. His fists punched as his legs kicked. He was like a ferocious tiger that attacked with the momentum of ocean tides.

The long-robed man only felt his surroundings be filled with a flurry of fist shadows and was in an extremely pitiful state, trying to deal with all of them.

”What? The captain is actually not a match for this man? He is completely suppressed!” That snake-figured man slowly slithered back after finally escaping from Feng Lin. When he saw the current situation, his face was filled with disbelief.

That long-robed man was an extremely powerful existence that only a few could match. He didn't expect that the long-robed man would be suppressed at all. Not only that, but the opponent of the long-robed man was such a young fellow. This made him feel tough to accept this reality.

Devil Subduing Mighty Vajra Club!

Feng Lin's fists were like gigantic clubs, ruthlessly smashing down, wanting to split apart mountains. The momentum was so great that nothing could block it. His aura was vigorous, exuding a pressure that bore down on his opponent.

The hands of his opponent changed their stances once more, pressing together as he thrust upward. This stance was like Pan Gu supporting the heavens and earth, holding up the sky.

BOOM!