Lynn: Since I Don't Need to Breathe Oxygen, No One Else Gets To!

A dozen breaths ago, Lynn, whose neck was being restrained, entered an extremely peculiar state. All pain seemed to rapidly recede, replaced by a several-fold increase in brain activity.

For a moment, Lynn couldn't help but wonder if he had already passed into the afterlife.

But he hadn't. He could still clearly sense the blood and oxygen flowing to his brain being forcibly cut off, his body gradually losing vitality.

Before long, he would truly die!

Facing such a dire situation, Lynn surprisingly felt no fear.

How does one counterattack when their neck is being choked and they're suffocating?

With an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

Since I don't need to breathe oxygen, then no one else should!

Lynn sensed the vast ocean of elements in the void. With a thought, he used his mental power as a net to ensnare and instantly extract the active oxygen molecules!

What happens when a person continues to breathe in a low-oxygen environment?

Andre was the perfect example!

A large amount of inert gas flooded his lungs, and his blood pressure rapidly increased. Within a few breaths, the symptoms of hypoxia began to show. Lynn keenly noticed signs of weakness in the hand restraining him!

Now!

Lynn's eyes snapped open. Based on his prior memories, the positions and reactions of everyone in the room turned into data that flooded his mind. Lynn could even perform a detailed stress analysis on his own neck based on the angle Andre raised his arm.

Countless complex data points were instantly sorted. Lynn constructed a 100% accurate three-dimensional representation in his mind, deducing the optimal sword-strike plan.

[Thrust straight upwards, forty-seven-degree angle!]

Lynn raised his arm and simultaneously thrust out his short sword. The tower-like brute in front of him, overcome by severe hypoxia, had completely lost the ability to resist. He could only watch as the sword tip pierced his neck.

The fragile neck clearly couldn't stop the sharp short sword. Scarlet blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing onto Lynn's clothes and face.

Andre's eyes widened, his mouth opened and closed involuntarily. His hands clutched the gushing wound in his neck, and he fell to the ground filled with fear and unwillingness.

Lynn didn't hesitate. The moment he broke free from the restraint, he kicked Andre's body, sending it flying towards Blainey, who stood there stunned. Lynn himself used the recoil to escape the low-oxygen zone.

Blainey had not expected the situation to turn around so suddenly. Surprise flashed across his face, and his reaction was a beat slow. He instinctively caught Andre's body. Upon seeing the state of the man's death, his pupils contracted, and a chill ran up his spine.

Andre's purplish-blue face, dark red lips, and dilated pupils all proved that Andre had suddenly suffocated, leaving him defenseless when his neck was pierced!

How was this possible?

Blainey was terrified. Andre had been choking Lynn just moments ago, yet he himself had inexplicably suffocated. Could this be some kind of bizarre curse that harmed both sides?

Lynn gasped for air rhythmically, quickly restoring vitality to his limbs. Being choked for a full minute, coupled with forcibly manipulating large amounts of oxygen elements, caused a faint throbbing pain in his brain.

Although he had managed to kill one of them by exploiting the principle of suffocation, Lynn dared not relax in the slightest. The brief exchange had made him understand the gap between them.

According to his memories, these witch hunters were all highly skilled elites.

The original body's swordsmanship was adequate for dealing with a few bandits, but it was clearly insufficient against the witch hunters dispatched by the Holy See.

Various thoughts flashed through Lynn's mind before a prompt sound echoed.

[Warning: In overload mode, system energy is rapidly depleting. Forced shutdown expected in two minutes and thirty seconds.]

Lynn's body paused involuntarily. He finally understood that his suddenly increased control over the elements was due to the intelligent system's assistance.

Then... let's try magic!

Lynn's gaze sharpened. Gripping the blood-stained short sword in his hand, his mental power spread out again, frantically searching the air for 'water element'...

A ball of water materialized in the void, then quickly condensed into form...

First-ring magic—[Blade of Ice]!

The ice blade, emitting a chilling aura, shot out like an arrow. Blainey's expression tensed. He chose not to confront it directly, instead slashing his long sword diagonally, striking the side of the ice blade and deflecting its trajectory.

However, in that brief moment of pause, the casting preparation was complete. Gray powder hovered in Lynn's palm, then erupted into a ball of scorching fire...

That was another first-ring magic spell Lynn had mastered—[Fireball]!

The temperature in the room suddenly soared. As a first-ring magic spell, the power of [Fireball] was significantly greater than [Blade of Ice]!

Most importantly, there was absolutely no way to dodge it in this confined space!

Blainey smelled death. He kicked the shattered cabinet fiercely, sending it hurtling towards the raging fireball. Then, he flipped Andre's corpse over, using it as a shield to cover himself!

The next moment, the fireball collided with the shattered cabinet and exploded violently. Blazing fire instantly filled the entire room.

Lynn stared intently at the scattered dust and smoke ahead, breathing laboriously. He didn't have a precise grasp of the power of first-ring magic, but judging by the effect, it wouldn't be weaker than a grenade plus an incendiary bomb. Taking it head-on would result in serious injury, if not death...

As he was thinking, a sharp long sword cut through the misty dust. The blade, reflecting the firelight, swung directly towards Lynn!

The sword strike was astonishingly fast. By the time Lynn realized it, the sharp long sword was already within inches of him!

Fortunately, at this critical moment, thanks to the connection with his neural network and the intelligent system, Lynn's reaction speed had increased severalfold, and his body's coordination had greatly improved. He held his sword horizontally with his right hand, placed his left hand against his right wrist, lowered his stance slightly, and braced the sword tip against the mottled wall beside him.

Clang~

A sharp, unpleasant muffled sound echoed in the narrow room. Upon contact, Lynn felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth. The sword tip braced against the wall had embedded itself deeply into the wall, and a long, thin crack had appeared on the sword itself.

So heavy...

The only sensation left in Lynn's mind was this. He then let go of the sword with both hands, sinking down to the ground, rolling several times to narrowly dodge a whip-like kick.

The sharp sound of wind whistled overhead, followed by a dull thud. Lynn turned his head to look, and a groove had been kicked into the mottled wall.

[Wall force approximately 1.75 tons, 65% probability of North American bison impact...]

A split-second data analysis flashed through his mind. Lynn's pupils constricted. If he had been hit directly, his internal organs would have definitely ruptured.

Human modification? Cyborg? Dou Qi?

Lynn knew very well that a normal person, even with the most scientific and professional training, could never kick with such terrifying force.

This completely surpassed the limits of the human body!