Battle in Painting

Everyone witnessed an unbelievable scene. Heaven and earth seemed to become a sheet of white paper, and Floating Island on the Star Belt, along with Old Iron, turned into black lines upon that white paper, like an ink-wash painting with a somewhat cartoonish style.

No, not only Old Iron and those Floating Islands—even Fourth Brother Lin Xiangdong became a figure within the ink-wash painting.

Unlike a true ink-wash painting, the things within this one were still alive and could still move.

It was only that their movements within the ink-wash painting differed from those in the outside world. They seemed able to move only in a flat, two-dimensional manner within the painting.

Old Iron threw a punch at Lin Xiangdong. His body charged straight across the ink-wash scroll toward Fourth Brother Lin Xiangdong, but Lin Xiangdong merely gave a light leap and sprang over Old Iron's head.

The battle between the two was like two shadow puppets moving across a screen. Apart from forward, backward, left, and right, there were no other spatial options, and even their attacks had become two-dimensional.

Lin Shen stared, dumbstruck. He had never seen anything like this. It was practically like watching an ancient cartridge game console play a fighting game on a black-and-white television, with movement limited to forward, backward, up, and down.

Black petals drifted down across the ink-wash painting. With only forward, backward, up, and down available to him, Old Iron had no room to dodge at all. He could only let the petals fall onto him and stain his body.

Yet in the next second, the petals that had landed on Old Iron's body dispersed like black smoke before finally vanishing. Old Iron passed through the petals and punched at Fourth Brother Lin Xiangdong.

Lin Xiangdong did not dare take that