Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution - Chapter 1215: The Lonely God

Chapter 1215: Chapter 1215: The Lonely God

Millions from different Ancient Realms, in their own realms, are among the top existences, even unchallenged across the ages. When they saw Sword Elder’s strike, they couldn’t help but admire it in their hearts.

This strike by Sword Elder has reached the pinnacle of Sword Dao, its mysterious transformations residing in a single mind. Perhaps it’s not the strongest strike in the world, but it is undoubtedly the most exquisite one, exhausting all possible changes. Unless broken by brute force, no one could figure out how to break such a simple yet infinitely changing sword move.

Even with just one move, no matter how you approach it, this sword will evolve corresponding changes to counter it.

“This sword has become divine; I cannot compare.” Ximen Swordsman sighed as Sword Elder made his move.

People all stared at Lin Shen, wondering how he could possibly overcome the seemingly ultimate sword that has exhausted all change.

To break it with brute force equals admitting defeat; to break with speed also means losing. It seems that Lin Shen simply cannot win.

Under the eyes of all, Lin Shen raised his arm, holding a reed pole, and thrust it out—a seemingly unimpressive thrust, appearing as though it was made by a novice in Sword Dao, crooked and awkward, neither fast nor strong, with no striking features.

Yet at the instant this sword thrust out, Sword Elder’s expression changed, Ximen Swordsman’s expression changed, Flarela’s expression changed, and nearly everyone watching changed their expressions.

None who came here weren’t exceptionally talented; naturally, none were weak or blind with poor judgment.

Lin Shen’s thrust appeared unimpressive, but in their eyes, it seemed impossible to predict where this sword would actually strike.

Such a situation is almost inconceivable to them.

Especially for Sword Elder, whose Sword Dao realm is divine, able to handle any changes without change; the path of swordsmanship’s change already resides fully in his heart; no matter how a sword technique changes, it cannot exceed his expectations.

But this sword, Sword Elder could not determine at all where Lin Shen would thrust.

Sword Elder’s One Origin Renewal turned entirely defensive, defending perfectly, asking for no merit, but no faults either. Such a defense seemed flawless, without any flaw to outsiders.

Yet the reed in Lin Shen’s hand pierced through in the flickering sword light, neither too fast nor overly strong. Everyone saw it clearly but couldn’t comprehend how Lin Shen pierced through.

Blood splattered; a blood mark appeared on Sword Elder’s wrist, his hand unconsciously loosened, and his sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

Sword Elder stared blankly at Lin Shen and the reed in his hand; others watched Sword Elder and the sword on the ground in astonishment.

They couldn’t comprehend how such a seemingly perfect sword could lose.

They saw it clearly yet didn’t understand it; this is the most terrifying and disheartening.

If they hadn’t seen it clearly, it would be excusable. Seeing so clearly yet not understanding leaves these proud individuals deeply shaken.

“Will you honor the wager?” Lin Shen asked the dazed Sword Elder.

Sword Elder seemed to return to himself, his face alternating colors more brilliantly than a Sichuan opera mask.

He traversed the cosmos with ten thousand swords, roamed the world solo since ascending to Immortal, and had never been defeated.

Yet today, he lost miserably, defeated by a single strike, still unsure how he lost.

“I’ve been practicing swordsmanship for tens of thousands of years; it’s truly been in vain. Not even understanding sword techniques, why practice the sword at all?” Sword Elder reached out, grabbed his sword, clutching one hand on the hilt, the other on the tip, forcefully broke his own sword.

As the sword broke, Sword Elder also spat blood; it was his Life Base Sword—damage to the sword is damage to the person.

“That old man is truly unreasonable. If you can’t win, practice more; why blame the sword? The sword did nothing wrong; it’s him who’s at fault. How come the sword takes the damage?” A person in the crowd watching grumbled.

The voice wasn’t loud, but those nearby heard it. Although they felt the words a bit harsh, the logic was sound; taking out anger on the sword for failing shows Sword Elder’s cultivation isn’t quite there, just a bit older.

“Whether you practice swords in the future is irrelevant to me. I’m only asking if you’ll keep your promise?” Lin Shen said calmly.

Th𝕀ѕ 𝙘h𝓪pƚᥱr ɩ𝐬 p𝐨𝕤𝘵𝘦𝒅 b𝑦 𝖪𝘪𝕥ҽ𝘯0𝙫𝘦𝑙

“My words naturally count; from now on, I’ll follow your orders.” Sword Elder wiped the blood from his mouth.

“Good, wait on the side.” Lin Shen glanced around, asking those legendary talents: “Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?”

“I will fight you.” A person emerged from the crowd, coming before Lin Shen.

Among these people, most are regional lords, once invincible in the world. How could they be easily subdued?

Sword Elder failed because he was lacking; others don’t believe they would fail like Sword Elder.

“Whatever you’re skilled at, use it,” Lin Shen said, looking at the newcomer.

He barely cared who it was, thinking that apart from Great Emperor level, none in the cosmos could break his Hundred Percent Hit Technique. Whoever comes, whatever technique, it’s still useless.

Just as Lin Shen couldn’t win against Vice Dean An with just techniques, now it’s similarly impossible to defeat Lin Shen with pure skills.

Lin Shen was uninterested in saying more pointless things; the newcomer didn’t immediately act, standing sideways, showing only a perfect side profile, casually saying: “I’ve already forgotten my name. In ancient times, due to an accident, I fell into a slumber from Deviation. When I woke up, billions of years had passed, the world had undergone several cycles of civilization. Upon waking, I discovered that the Cultivation Technique mutated by Deviation had continued operating, granting me immense strength and the ability of Everlasting life.”

“I’ve traveled the cosmos, continually learning and growing in endless years. I don’t know what realm I’ve reached, nor how strong I am, only knowing that the people I knew died batch after batch, even Immortal Dharma King ultimately perished or Ascended to Celestial Court in successive disasters. Only I continue to live alone in that cosmos, unable to find a single opponent. Later people there gave me a nickname—God.”