Possession Mutation

The Mohist Knight Guard who ambushed Han Lin was masked and wore a special battle suit that could change color constantly with the surrounding environment, thus blending into it. The effect was even more magical than that of a chameleon. In addition, he was good at concealing his aura and used martial arts Secret Method to suppress his killing intent, so Han Lin did not notice him for a moment.

The Judging Official's pen struck the True Qi, causing a slight pause. However, this Mohist Knight Guard seemed to be skilled in assassination and had a special method for breaking through armor. With a twist of the pen tip, a penetrating force was generated, which broke through the aura.

Han Lin only then realized what was happening and was greatly alarmed. It was too late to avoid it. He managed to bend his neck backward, but he still couldn't completely avoid it. The tip of the Judging Official's pen grazed half an inch of the flesh on his neck.

In an instant, just like a water pipe with a hole opened, blood gushed out from Han Lin's neck wound, a truly horrifying sight!

This phenomenon would not normally occur, but Han Lin had just stirred up his True Qi and used the sand and stones to attack Yao Bilian. His Qi and Blood and qi were at their peak and flowing at an extremely fast speed. So once an opening was made, the surging blood would gush out.

"Whoa!"

Han Lin clutched his neck with both hands and knelt on the ground in agony, bright red blood continuously leaking from between his fingers.

"How could this be... I just gained power... I shouldn't be falling here..."

His trachea seemed to be injured; his speech became slurred, and blood gushed from his throat.

If he hadn't dodged that stab and had been pierced through, he might have died instantly and wouldn't be suffering like this now. But because he dodged it, the damage was reduced, which in turn prolonged the pain.

"This shouldn't be... It doesn't make sense... It's not what we agreed on..."

Han Lin's upper body lay face down on the ground, twitching like a skinned bullfrog, his breath growing weaker and weaker.

On the rooftop of a nearby house, Si Ming, hiding behind a standing water tank, witnessed this scene and asked in bewilderment, "Is that all? There wasn't the fierce battle I expected. A master close to the Spirit Transformation level was defeated so easily. What happened to the promised three hundred rounds of fighting?"

It's not surprising, really. A martial arts expert with thirty years of experience on Earth could still be killed if he were suddenly attacked by a minor thug with a knife at a corner.

Although Sea Continent possesses True Qi, martial arts is ultimately not the Laozi. The idea that "I am in the Late Golden Core and can easily defeat a group of Early Golden Core cultivators" is not true.

Han Lin was ultimately not Spirit Transformation cultivator and had not broken through the boundary between humans and gods. He was still subject to the constraints of his physical body. Even though he was a master of external martial arts, he would still suffer a fatal injury from the stab he had just received. The Mohist Knight Guard had originally cultivated an assassination technique that could kill with a single blow, and the Judging Official in his hand was also a divine weapon that could break through protective divine skills.

However, Si Ming still felt uneasy. "Four people ganging up on one, bullying the few, it feels like the roles are reversed. Normally, shouldn't the protagonist be caught in the enemy's scheme, yet display great power and take on a group single-handedly? I always feel like since I started practicing martial arts, I've been doing things that only villains do."

But then I thought about it again. It seems that in my previous life, when the government dealt with terrorists on the border, it also sent a bunch of soldiers to bombard them with all kinds of weapons. I have never heard of a situation where we only send five people because there are only five terrorists.

Private feuds in the martial arts world are different from government troops suppressing bandits.

While he was lost in thought, a sudden change occurred. The True Qi that had been emanating from Han Lin's body and was no longer under his control suddenly retracted and returned to Han Lin's body. At the same time, his body stopped trembling and he stood up from the ground.

"What a useless piece of trash, forcing me to... take over the body prematurely."

At the wound on Han Lin's neck, the flesh twitched and the bleeding stopped. His eyes were no longer filled with madness, but instead had a calm before the storm, yet the sense of oppression he gave off was even stronger, like a wild beast that could control its killing intent and anger.

"Who are you? You are definitely not Han Lin."

After a few leaps, Yao Bilian landed back on the ground. She was very familiar with Han Lin and could tell at a glance that the person in front of her was not Han Lin's own consciousness. Even though the appearance and body were the same, the temperament was completely different.

Han Lin smiled and slowly said, "Who am I? I'm just..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Mohist Knight Guard, dressed in special battle armor, thrust out with his pen, moving as swiftly as a rabbit, showing no intention of listening to the other party's explanation.

Han Lin was not surprised by this unconventional behavior. He did not move his body, but instead used his arm to displace his shoulder joint, shifting it down an inch to avoid the sharp tip of the pen. At the same time, he flicked his finger, striking the Judging Official and shaking it away.

"Don't the current Mohist Knight Guard even know basic etiquette?"

"Han Lin" had regained his voice. He moved with incredible speed, his feet seemingly drawing air from the ground. He took a step forward, closing in, and with his other hand, he swung out, causing the air to explode with a thunderous roar that reverberated throughout the courtyard, as if the air itself had been shattered.

The masked Mohist Knight Guard's eyes narrowed. The opponent's skill was completely different from before. Before the fist arrived, the wind and thunder moved first, making his exposed skin tremble.

Although the previous Han Lin possessed extraordinary cultivation, he was completely unable to control his own power. When he threw a punch, 40% of his 100% power would dissipate, making him like a child wielding a heavy hammer, unable to even walk steadily. However, the "Han Lin" before him, despite being hampered by injuries and being weaker than before, was able to completely control his own power and unleash 120% of his 100% power.

Faced with the previous Han Lin, the masked Mohist Knight Guard dared to take a direct hit, but against the current "Han Lin," he could only retreat. He immediately shrank his abdomen and moved backward as if being pulled back by an invisible rope, showing no sign of initiative—as an assassin, his skill in lightness skill was beyond question.

Although the masked Mohist Knight Guard retreated quickly, the distance between him and "Han Lin" did not increase; on the contrary, it was decreasing!

It was only because "Han Lin" stretched out his palm and inhaled, that the vast True Qi turned into a vortex, activating his internal force to forcibly pull the person over.

Han Lin had used this move on Si Ming before, but the one in front of him used it. It was clearly the same move, but the suction force was ten times greater. This was because his power was completely focused on the target, without wasting a single bit, demonstrating his exquisite skill in applying force.

Yao Bilian, who was standing to the side, realized that the situation was not right. She quickly raised her leg and unleashed a powerful kick, forcing "Han Lin" to stop absorbing the energy and instead wave his hand to defend.

Taking advantage of the moment, the masked Mohist Knight Guard Yi pressed the button on Judging Official Bibi's body, and ink seeped out of the pen tip. He gathered his True Qi, held the pen in the air, and flicked it to draw a wolf's head. The wolf's head actually came to life and pounced on the enemy.

"Oh, it's the Painting School Martial Arts."

Han Lin's tone was slightly surprised, but his hands moved quickly. One hand struck the air with a claw, generating a shockwave that stirred the airflow, as if hitting a solid object, shattering the wolf's head and turning it into ink stains.

With his other hand, he spread his fingers and drew in the surrounding air, gathering all the diffused mist towards his palm. It was as if it had transformed into a whirlpool at sea. After being completely absorbed, it was rapidly compressed, forming a spiral-shaped high-pressure air mass, within which countless energies surged.

Then, "Han Lin" unleashed a full-force palm strike at the masked Mohist Knight Guard, a furious dragon raising its head and a divine wind howling!

The masked Mohist Knight Guard's expression changed drastically. He quickly held his brush in front of him to block. The highly compressed air mass struck the brush, causing the internal airflow to explode. Strikes like steel blades slashed out fiercely, some hard, some soft, some yang, some yin, producing a series of metallic clanging sounds that were particularly piercing, with hidden power lurking within.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, the masked Mohist Knight Guard coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the cloth covering his face red. Although he had blocked the visible force, he had been attacked by the hidden force, which injured his internal organs. He immediately retreated as fast as lightning.

Taking advantage of the situation, "Han Lin" launched an attack, but instead of targeting the injured masked Mohist Knight Guard, he grabbed at Yao Bilian's head. Judging from his stance, once he got his hands on her, he could crush her head instantly.

Yao Bilian unleashed a series of powerful kicks, but Han Lin ignored them, letting the force strike his body, leaving one bloody wound after another. His determination was clearly relentless.

Bang bang bang!

Si Ming fired his two guns in quick succession, but due to the angle, he could no longer aim at vital areas. Han Lin, on the other hand, ignored these bullets, weakening their power with his True Qi energy, allowing the bullets to create shallow holes in his body.

Just then, a massive black shadow plummeted from the sky, gathering air currents to form a powerful force that transformed into a palm strike descending from the heavens.