Battle Old Iron Again

Back when Lin Shen was still a nobody, he had felt this way whenever he fought Old Iron. His body had been unable to keep up with his brain's reactions, creating that illusion.

Now that he was already a Nirvana Realm Expert, he still felt the same way fighting Old Iron. Old Iron was still far faster than him.

"I said, you will be faster than me." A voice rang out behind Lin Shen. He felt a strange power pour into his body, allowing his body to finally keep pace with his mind. He drew his blade and met Old Iron's palm.

Blade energy spun like a circular saw as it slashed against Old Iron's palm. That blade energy, far beyond the power of the Nirvana Realm, shattered outright upon touching Old Iron's steel palm.

The Junk Blade also struck Old Iron's palm heavily, but its sawing force failed to cut through that steel hand. Instead, Old Iron caught it and casually twisted.

Lin Shen immediately felt an irresistible force travel through the hand gripping the hilt, forcing him to let go.

The Junk Blade fell into Old Iron's hand. Old Iron seemed somewhat surprised that his grip had failed to crush it.

Old Iron grasped the blade tip with one hand and the hilt with the other, then bent it with force. The Junk Blade, so hard it was almost impossible to deform, was bent with ease, nearly into a circle.

Lin Shen's heart lurched at the sight. In all the battles he had experienced before, no one had ever been able to deform the Junk Blade.

Yet from the looks of it now, the Junk Blade seemed as though it could snap at any moment.

In the end, the Junk Blade was not broken. Even after being bent