Exotic Battlefield: I Can Activate Dual Talents-Chapter 67 - 65: Lishui Bay’s Desperate Situation

Sword light!

Fine sword!

Lu Lin’s mind couldn’t keep up with the speed of the sword light.

But the Star Skill could.

Stone Skin.

Evasion.

Perception.

Lu Lin only felt a sharp edge passing by his side.

Wherever the edge passed, his skin felt like it was being cut by a blade.

A one-inch long cut appeared on his left arm.

Yet Lu Lin had already moved two meters away.

"Interesting."

The artist smiled a little.

Lu Lin rapidly retreated.

Danger, danger, danger!

Sure enough, just as Lu Lin stepped back, the artist’s long sword was already at the spot where Lu Lin had just stood.

The height was right at the throat.

Only then did Lu Lin see clearly that the long sword in the artist’s hand wasn’t the traditional Hua Xia sword but more like the slender, straight swords used in Western fencing, with a flexible blade that could bend ninety degrees into an arc.

From start to finish, Lu Lin never saw where the opponent had drawn his sword from.

"Who are you, and why are you attacking me?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Lu Lin didn’t dare run.

Trying to buy time.

"Who I am is not important."

"What’s important is that you must die."

The artist answered indifferently and attacked again.

Evasion.

But this time the artist was prepared, a flick of the wrist, and the fine sword tip bent, stabbing straight at Lu Lin.

Lu Lin stepped back two paces, noticing another red spot on his left arm.

The red spot was still expanding.

About as thick as an adult’s thumb.

Lu Lin quickly controlled his Star Power to close the wound, preventing excessive bleeding and loss of strength.

"Wang Lihe sent me."

"He wants me to take you back alive."

The artist suddenly said, seemingly unafraid of exposing Wang Lihe’s identity.

Just as Lu Lin was distracted by the name Wang Lihe.

The artist’s figure once again floated ghost-like before Lu Lin.

Stab!

A simple direct stab, yet it directly aimed at Lu Lin’s chest.

No escape.

Impossible to avoid!

Lu Lin was in a panic.

In haste, he could only use the broken knife to block the artist’s fine sword.

Clang!

A crisp sound.

Lu Lin felt a huge force coming from his right hand, and he staggered back five or six steps before he could barely deflect the force.

He was utterly shocked.

How could the artist, slender and wearing glasses, possess such tremendous strength?

Seeing Lu Lin once again block his attack, the artist was not angered.

Holding the fine sword, his eyes were as calm as an old well.

"I am an artist who hates being interrupted while painting."

"Just this afternoon, someone in the Jin Hao Group interrupted me, and now he’s dead."

"I completed my unfinished painting on his corpse."

"But now I have to wait for you."

"You didn’t show up on time, so I couldn’t just wait; I had to take out my easel and paint."

"But why did you have to come back now!"

A slight ripple finally appeared on the artist’s face.

Lu Lin secretly contacted Zhao Lei, Xiao Yan, and Xiao Li using his personal terminal.

"Urgent! Lishui Bay Community, come save me fast!"

"The opponent seems to be a Black Shark Society assassin, they’re here to kill me."

The artist sighed.

Even when sighing, his face was expressionless.

"So, you should die, shouldn’t you."

"Disturbing someone while painting, there’s a price to pay."

"Isn’t that right?"

Before his words finished hanging in the air, the artist’s figure appeared again before Lu Lin.

But this time.

Lu Lin counterattacked.

Ten Steps Kill.

Broken knife.

Seize the Gap.

Perception.

Enabling Lu Lin to see the artist’s movements when he hovered in mid-air and swung his sword to stab.

Kill.

Lu Lin roared in his heart.

Ten Steps Kill charged with Star Power, the broken knife slashed at the artist’s wrist holding the fine sword.

In an instant.

The artist’s eyes contracted.

He intended to react but it was too late.

Swoosh.

Lu Lin swung the knife down.

Like breaking through a wall yesterday, like cutting down the basketball hoop just now.

Lu Lin felt almost no resistance and severed the artist’s right hand.

But the artist acted as if he didn’t feel anything.

His body lowered, catching the severed hand with his left hand, dropping it, still holding the fine sword.

Lu Lin was briefly stunned.

What’s going on?

So resilient?

The artist nonchalantly smiled, and no blood flowed from the severed hand, only a section of metallic bone exposed.

Prosthetic limb.

This artist’s right hand, even the entire right arm, was a prosthetic limb.

"Kid, didn’t your parents tell you not to casually sever others’ right arms?"

"Some people, their left hand is more terrifying than the right."

"Fire!"

The artist raised his left arm, instantly forming a giant fire circle around.

The surrounding residents watching the commotion retreated step by step.

The fire released by the artist burned anything it touched.

Whether it was grass on the ground or the garbage bins, street lamps, Electric Battery Cars in the community.

Wherever the flames touched, they raged furiously.

The crowds retreated in succession.

Some who recognized Lu Lin quickly ran to inform his parents.

"Lu Lin, you’re not bad."

"To force me to use my left hand sword, even in death, you can be proud."

"Besides, I heard you’re a genius?"

"So may I ask, how do you feel being killed by someone who’s not even a Level 1 Star Core Warrior?"

Not even a Level 1 Star Core Warrior?

Lu Lin couldn’t believe it.

The opponent’s sword speed was fast, his body strength and speed were top-notch.

He could casually create a massive fire circle with a wave.

Saying he’s only at Zero Level, who would believe it?

Thinking about this, Lu Lin didn’t dare to speak, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the artist, his right hand gripping the broken knife until it was nearly sweating.

"Alright, let’s end this."

"After completing this task, I guess I need to change identities again."

This time, the artist did not attack while speaking.

Instead, he waited for Lu Lin to prepare before approaching step by step.

Thump.

Thump thump.

For some reason, Lu Lin felt like the artist had transformed into a different person.

Originally slender and agile, following the route of an agile swordsman, but now seeming like a heavily armored infantry wielding a large shield and wolf tooth stick.

Pacing, the sound of the wind roared, powerfully and heavily.

The artist actually wielded the fine sword like it was a Wolf Tooth Stick.

With a swing, the sound of the wind howled, mighty and heavy.

Lu Lin raised the broken knife with both hands to meet the fine sword.

Bang!

Lu Lin, holding the knife with both hands, almost couldn’t hold it.

He was reeling in shock.

The artist’s face showed no anger, continuing to attack with a wave.

"Boom!"

Lu Lin raised the broken knife again to block.

This time, Lu Lin’s hands nearly slipped, and with a bang, the broken knife fell to the ground.

Lu Lin retreated with a blank mind.

Desperation!

I’m going to die.

This time I’m really going to die.

This artist is clearly a mentally unhinged psychotic killer.

Wang Lihe said to bring me back alive, but now the artist wants to kill me.

With someone like this, there’s no use pleading or reasoning with him.

Either fight him to death, or be killed.

Lu Lin searched his mind, unable to find a single useful way to break through.

Stone Skin, can’t block it.

Perception, useless.

War Cry, not needed.

At this moment, even if Lu Lin had double Star Veins, or three Star Veins, none of it would help.

He still had plenty of Star Power, but it was of no use right now.