Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution

Lin Shen's blade technique was very odd; all his cutting habits resembled the smearing in conventional blade techniques, or rather, the slicing motions used to divide meat.

Or one could say it was like the harsh grating of a knife against a hard object, it's difficult to describe exactly what that kind of feeling is like.

Such a blade technique looked strange and was highly difficult to use, and it was not easy for the average person to apply these skills in real combat.

Every stroke of Lin Shen's blade followed this technique, which resulted in his struggle to control his strength and difficulty in releasing and retracting his moves smoothly.

Therefore, once he struck with his blade, it had to hit the target; otherwise, it would give the opponent an opportunity to exploit.

It was hard for an ordinary person to cause Lin Shen to make a mistake, and even harder to seize the chance if he did. But Tie easily did so, simply by manipulating the rhythm.

Lin Shen could only patiently try time after time to keep up with Tie's rhythm, at the very least ensuring that the changes in rhythm would not throw off his own.

After numerous attempts, Lin Shen compensated for the lack in rhythm by using the merged strikes of dual blades; even if the rhythm of the first blade was controlled, the second blade could timely patch the gap.

However, when the second blade struck Tie's blade, it felt as though it had hit thin air.

Then Lin Shen saw Tie's blade disappear, and when he spotted it again, it was positioned at his neck.

"Your blade technique has far too many weaknesses. Even if you could adapt to the change in rhythm, there are still a thousand ways to break through your defense," said Tie, withdrawing his blade calmly.

"Alright, let's do it again then," Lin Shen responded with a hint of irritation.

Even though Lin Shen knew Tie was right, having his painstakingly developed blade technique belittled to such an extent would annoy anyone.

With dual blades in hand, Lin Shen once again adopted the stance of the Bloodlife Blade Skill, but this time, his aura was noticeably more fierce.

When Tie struck with his blade again, Lin Shen met it with the same move as before.

Tie's blade disappeared once more before Lin Shen's eyes, but Lin Shen's blade did not stop; it went straight towards Tie's body.

This was the eye-for-an-eye, blood-for-blood, mutually assured destruction technique he had figured out before.

If I can't hit your blade, then I'll just strike at you directly. Let's exchange blood for blood, life for life, and see who outlasts the other.

But before his blade could touch Tie, Tie's blade had already reached his chest first.

Lin Shen realized a sad truth; because he was shorter than Tie and had a shorter reach, Tie's blade had already reached him, while his own blade was still a little short of reaching Tie's body.

"You should be glad that you have longer arms, otherwise you would have been the first to be struck," Lin Shen said.

"Then try again," Tie said calmly.

"Try then I will," Lin Shen tried over and over, and he realized that each time he was just a little bit off, quickly recognizing that the difference was not as simple as arm length.

"Anticipating the enemy's moves..." After a moment of contemplation, Lin Shen understood what was really happening.

Tie had the ability to exercise the Heaven and Celestial Beings Skill, predicting every move Lin Shen made, his strikes already targeting him.

Yet Tie's ability was clearly much stronger than Tian Buluo's, making it seem as if he wasn't anticipating the enemy's moves at all, making Lin Shen think he just lacked that little bit.

If it had been someone less perceptive, they might never realize that they were lacking not just a little bit.

"It's the third time, the third time I've encountered this disgusting technique, and I must break it." Lin Shen especially loathed fighting against those who possessed such skills; it made the battle extremely uncomfortable.

Every move would be interrupted, like being forced to hold back in the middle of urinating—it was excruciating and unbearable.

If desperate, Lin Shen could use "Finger Sand" to stealthily shoot cold arrows or overpower the skill with brute strength.

But he was practicing his blade technique now, so he had to overcome this nauseating skill through his swordplay.

"How can I make his predictions wrong?" Lin Shen thought hard but couldn't come up with a solution.

Since he couldn't make Tie's predictions wrong, Lin Shen had to take another path.

Tian Xin and Wei Wufu watched the fight, Wei Wufu silent while Tian Xin, a chatterbox, kept talking incessantly.

"Lin Shen's blade skill isn't bad, but it's far from his brother's. Every move he makes is exactly what his brother expects, playing right into his hands."

"If it were me, I could at least match his brother's speed, rendering his predictions useless. Unfortunately, his blade is too slow. The method I know to counter this, even if I told him, he wouldn't have the ability to apply it."

"Why don't you... have a go..." Wei Wufu, driven to distraction, swallowed his words.

However, Tian Xin seemed not to understand Wei Wufu's suggestion at all and, with an air of superiority and arms folded, said, "With his brother to teach him, there's no need for me to make a move."

"Have some shame?" Wei Wufu asked Tian Xin with a complex expression.

Lin Shen's blade techniques seemed to have no effect on Tie; no matter how unpredictably Lin Shen changed his moves, Tie always had an unexpected counter waiting for him.

As Lin Shen fought, he felt as if he had forgotten how to use his blade, forced to change his technique as soon as he made a move.

By this point, most people would have almost given up resisting.

But you could say that people from the Lin Family are stubborn; even pushed to this extent, Lin Shen still persisted with his "Bloodlife Blade Skill" and was not swayed.

You're strong because you're strong, you win because you win, I know I'm wrong, but I refuse to change; I will keep going down this path.

If the road is blocked, no worries, I won't detour, I won't turn back even if I hit a wall, I'll open the wall and carve a path to continue forward.

"This guy really is stubborn. Can't he just change his approach, change his blade technique?" Tian Xin felt so much secondhand embarrassment for Lin Shen, he looked pitiful, like he couldn't stretch out his hands.

"Defeat with the blade... Train... Failure... try again... Defeat in spirit... It's hopeless..." Wei Wufu said seriously.

"I understand that principle, but if you take the wrong path, shouldn't you turn back?" Tian Xin said.

"How do you know... it's wrong..." Wei Wufu countered.

"Being dominated to this extent, how can he not realize it's the wrong way?" Tian Xin retorted, curling his lips.

"If... one isn't dead... it's not... wrong..." Wei Wufu stated.

Tian Xin, speechless, rubbed his forehead in exasperation, "If a person dies, what's the use of realizing their mistake?"

"So... it's not wrong..." Wei Wufu nodded in agreement with conviction.

"Sigh... That's not what I meant..." Tian Xin had never found talking to someone so frustrating.