83 Fighting against A Cultivator (1/2)

”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.