Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution - Chapter 1217: Ghost God Cannot Be Resisted

Chapter 1217: Chapter 1217: Ghost God Cannot Be Resisted

Everyone was appalled. Such formidable strength of the God Lord was so feeble in front of Lin Shen, forcing many to reassess the true power of the Celestial Court.

Flarela had a complex expression, and the Ximen Swordsman frowned in contemplation, seemingly pondering whether he could withstand the force of Lin Shen’s strike if directed at him; the conclusion did not seem optimistic.

“The level gap is too vast; force cannot be matched.” Someone shook their head and sighed.

At this moment, everyone thought the same: such a large level gap, direct confrontation was impossible, victory could only be attained through skill, which was their only chance.

The God Lord ignored his wounds, stood up from the ground. His wounds had automatically healed, the dirt on his body also had naturally fallen off.

Everyone thought the God Lord wanted to fight again, after all, he only lost in strength, not in skill.

“I lost.” The God Lord said and turned away.

Others thought he merely lost in strength, but he knew in his heart, his Divine Hand couldn’t capture that force, he had also lost in skill.

With the God Lord’s concession, an eerie silence fell over the area outside Sky Well Lake when Lin Shen invited the next to step forward, but no one responded.

Those who came here were all proud individuals, but pride does not mean foolishness; they had seen the enormous level and strength disparity between themselves and Lin Shen.

Although Lin Shen claimed not to win through brute force and speed, higher levels inherently grasp strength better compared to lower levels. If they wanted to defeat Lin Shen, they would need an overwhelmingly superior technique.

However, even the Sword Path Dharma King Sword Elder, who just reached the state of Man and Sword As One, couldn’t triumph over Lin Shen in skill; winning through skill seemed considerably challenging.

Many pondered how to break this impasse, but unable to think of a solution momentarily, no one stepped forward at this time.

“Level suppression is deadly. If at the same level, even without winning through strength, competing in skill would not be as difficult as now.”

“Give me some time, once I comprehend the realm laws of the Celestial Court, defeating him wouldn’t be so hard.”

“The contest is about skill, but the gap is in level.”

Many believed the disparity was in level and perception, not truly that large in skill.

Lin Shen saw no one responded, was preparing to ask again when he noticed a familiar figure stepping forward.

Everyone’s eyes turned toward that figure, seeing a person wrapped entirely in pink carapace, holding a sheathed pink long sword in their arms.

Because the entire body was covered, the features of the face were indistinguishable.

However, daring to step forward at this moment signaled having devised a solution, and everyone wanted to know how this person would break Lin Shen’s advantageous position.

“You are still Lower Grade?” Kristin stopped in front of Lin Shen, staring intently at him and asked.

Everyone was stunned at the words; they had already regarded Lin Shen as an Upper God, yet Kristin asked if he was Lower Grade, which seemed like a foolish question.

That kind of power could not possibly be Lower Grade. How could a Lower God have beaten the God Lord into that state?

“Sort of.” Lin Shen replied to Kristin, extremely conservatively; theoretically, he wasn’t even of Lower Rank yet, still at the Nirvana Level.

“Impossible…He’s only Lower Rank…same as us…” The many strong faces instantly turned strange.

They originally thought Lin Shen’s level was far above theirs; failure was acceptable and could be attributed to level disparity.

But now someone told them Lin Shen was of the same level as they were, which was unacceptable to them.

The defeated Sword Elder widened his eyes upon hearing this, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

The God Lord also turned around in disbelief to scrutinize Lin Shen, seemingly unable to believe Lin Shen was still Lower Tier.

They found it hard to believe, but they knew in their hearts they were prisoners; Lin Shen had no need to deceive them in such matters.

Receiving the answer, Kristin nodded slightly, said nothing more, merely placed his hands, one gripping the scabbard, the other grasping the sword hilt, staring directly at Lin Shen.

There were words Kristin could not say publicly, merely wanted to express that he had caught up.

Lin Shen looked at Kristin, also saying little, knowing Kristin would not spare this opportunity, surely wanting to settle the score, as this guy is a madman of the Martial Path.

Kristin held the hilt, yet did not immediately draw the sword, staring at Lin Shen and said: “I observed the aspect of Ghost God, comprehended the mysteries of Peerless Divine Skill, merged with my own learning, self-created a sword technique, named Heaven-breaking One Sword.”

When the crowd heard Kristin intended to duel Lin Shen with swordsmanship, they were somewhat surprised.

The Sword Path Dharma King Sword Elder had already lost, meaning the strongest Swordman had been defeated, how could his swordsmanship be stronger than the Sword Path Dharma King?

However, Lin Shen did not think so. He knew Kristin, although using the sword, wasn’t a true Swordsman; his strength wasn’t really tied to the Sword Series.

“Draw your sword.” Lin Shen said, looking at Kristin.

“No need to hold back.” Kristin replied, then directly drew his sword.

If the Sword Elder’s sword was the king of swords, then Kristin’s sword was merely a tool in his hand.

Holding a sword, he used swordsmanship; if holding a blade, he would use blade techniques instead.

It mattered not what weapon he held; at the moment the sword was drawn, all eyes were on a single light, one that bisected the world into halves.

Where the light reached, everything was split into two, even the tiniest particle unable to escape the cutting light.

Space was cleaved by the light, leaving an indelible mark.

Nothing could hinder the light, seemingly capable of charging to the cosmic ends, splitting the Cosmic itself into two.

Silent yet intense, introverted to an extreme, yet extremely brutal, an unstoppable, irresistible strike.

The moment the sword light appeared, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, as if the sword light could cleave their bodies in two; though just an illusion, it still sent shivers and prompted involuntary retreat.

Kristin’s sword, though not diverse like the Sword Elder’s, even seemingly lacking unpredictability and follow-up, had an air of stubborn lone will.

Yet precisely because of this, made this flawed sword devoid of flaws.

The best defense is offense; with one strike capable of shattering the heavens and devastating the earth, who needs follow-ups and changes.

Sword released, heaven broken.

Everyone could see, Kristin’s sword had transcended the realm of Sword Dao; his spirit, qi, and mind, along with strength, had elevated to another tier in this strike, surpassing the limits of his own rank.

“This one…has reached enlightenment…even Ghost God is hard-pressed to withstand…” One Ascender couldn’t help but exclaim.

Th𝚒𝕤 𝓬hⱯpṯℯr 𝗶𝑠 p𝐨𝗌†ℯԀ b𝐲 𝒦𝗶𝖙𝗲𝕟Օν𝖾𝕝