With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 515 One Finger

In the next instant, he appeared in front of Lin Tian.

The twin swords slashed down in a cross shape—

One stroke to sever the throat, another to sever the heart.

Nothing fancy.

There was no probing.

When they make a move, they go all out.

The two knives sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The sword energy condensed on the blade formed two jet-black arcs, one to the left and one to the right, sealing off all angles for dodging.

Celia narrowed her eyes and leaned back slightly, ready to strike at any moment.

Little White's body tensed slightly, its scales stood up, and a cold glint flashed in its small eyes.

But Lin Tian—

Lin Tian blinked.

Just for a moment.

Then, he raised two fingers.

With a gentle pinch.

It clamped the tips of the two knives.

"clang--!"

A soft click, like iron chopsticks catching a flying mosquito.

Time seemed to stand still.

Kenichi Sato's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

His all-out attack.

His instantaneous flash.

His twin swords—

It was pinched between two fingers.

He could even see the lines on those two fingers, the moonlight reflecting off the fingernails, and the faint calluses on the fingertips.

He wanted to draw his knife.

I can't pull it out.

The two knives were held firmly in place, as if clamped by iron clamps.

He wanted to back away.

It cannot be refunded.

The force emanating from those two fingers was like a mountain, pressing down on his knife and on him as well.

He could even feel that those two fingers could crush his knife at any time, if the other person wanted to.

Those two fingers, like iron clamps, gripped the tip of his knife tightly.

Lin Tian looked at him.

His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at a moth that was flying towards him.

"this one?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Kenichi Sato's forehead, down his brow bone, and into his eye. But he didn't blink.

He did not give up.

He gritted his teeth, and spun both swords simultaneously—

Dual-wielding Spiral Slash

This is another of his signature techniques, requiring both swords to rotate in opposite directions simultaneously to generate a spiral cutting force, specifically designed to break through defenses.

He used this move to cut the weapons of three players of the same level.

The blade spun, rubbing against the fingers, emitting a piercing shriek—"sizzle sizzle sizzle," like the sound of metal cutting glass, particularly jarring in the silent night air.

Sparks flew everywhere.

But Lin Tian's fingers remained completely still.

Not even a white mark was left.

There wasn't even a shallow scratch where the blade touched my fingers.

Kenichi Sato's heart sank to the bottom.

He knew the gap was large.

But he didn't know the difference was so huge.

So powerful was his full-force strike that his opponent didn't even bother to stand up.

Even his signature move, which his opponent caught with just two fingers.

Big to—

He couldn't even get the other person to raise an eyebrow.

Lin Tian looked at him.

His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at a stone, a tree, or a cloud.

"Your knife is good."

He said it in a flat tone, as if he were commenting on a product, "Unfortunately, the person is still lacking."

Then, he flicked his finger lightly.

"clang--!"

A loud bang.

The metallic tremor echoed below the cliff, making the surrounding rocks tremble.

The sound was sharp and long, like a temple bell being struck, its lingering echo lasting for a long time.

Kenichi Satoh, along with his sword, was thrown thirty meters away.

He was like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air, and then—

"boom!"

It crashed to the ground.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust rose up.

He bounced up again, then slammed down, bounced up again, and slammed down again.

It rolled seven or eight times, carving a deep furrow in the ground, before finally coming to a stop.

He knelt on one knee, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground.

But he still held the knife in his hand.

His hands were still shaking, shaking violently, like he had Parkinson's disease.

But he did not let go.

His health bar—

It dropped by 32%.

It was just a snap of the fingers.

Lin Tian stood up.

He walked up to Kenichi Sato and looked down at him.

The moonlight shone from behind him, casting a long shadow on the ground.

The shadow completely enveloped Kenichi Sato.

"Want to know how much we differ?"

Takeichi Satoh looked up at him.

Under the moonlight, Lin Tian's face remained calm and undisturbed.

It's like a mountain.

A river.

A patch of sky.

Kenichi Sato gripped the hilt of his sword, trying to stand up.

But his body wouldn't obey him.

His legs were shaking, his muscles were spasming, and he couldn't muster any strength.

His arm was trembling, and the hand holding the knife was like a withered branch in the wind.

His knife was also trembling, the dark patterns on the blade flickering, as if it couldn't withstand the recoil from the previous blow.

That's a natural bodily reaction—

When faced with an invincible existence, the body will spontaneously feel fear.

Lin Tian reached out his hand.

A finger was pointed at Kenichi Sato's forehead.

very slow.

It was so slow that Kenichi Sato could clearly see the trajectory of the finger's movement.

but--

He can't avoid it.

That single finger, in his eyes, was as big as a mountain and as high as the sky.

His body stiffened.

His breathing stopped.

His knife—

I couldn't hold on to it anymore.

With a clang, the two katana fell to the ground.

He closed his eyes.

Then--

Her finger stopped half an inch in front of his brow.

A night breeze blew by.

Kenichi Sato opened his eyes.

Lin Tian looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I like the word you just used."

Sato Kenichi was stunned.

"I want to know."

Lin Tian withdrew his finger and turned his back.

"Many people only know how to be afraid, only know how to hide, only know how to wait for others to finish their fight and then take advantage of the situation. There aren't many people who can say 'I want to know'."

He walked back to the bluestone and sat down again.

"You've passed."

Kenichi Sato knelt on one knee without saying a word.

But something was burning deep within his pupils.

That wasn't anger.

That's not humiliation.

That is--

direction.

For the first time, he realized what he truly wanted.

It's not a win.

It's about chasing.

It means recognizing the gap and then working hard to narrow it.

Lin Tian turned his back to him and waved his hand.

"Let's go. Come back to me when you feel ready."

Kenichi Sato stood up.

He picked up the knife from the ground and sheathed it.

Then, he gripped the hilt of the knife and gave Lin Tian a deep look.

That figure, in the moonlight, appeared so tall, yet so distant.

But he will pursue it.

I will definitely pursue it.

He turned and left.

He took a few steps and then stopped.

"Next time," his voice was a little hoarse, but firm, "Next time I'll let you draw your sword!!!"

Lin Tian did not turn around.

But the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

......

Three hundred meters away.

When Chishima Rin saw Sato Kenichi staggering back, her expression changed drastically, and she rushed over to support him.

"President!!"

Kenichi Sato waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

But there was still blood at the corner of his mouth.

His clothes were covered in dust, and there were several cuts on his chest from the pebbles.