83 Fighting against A Cultivator (2/2)

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...