218: Chapter 218 Battle Against Three Great Transformation Realms

Lin Tian furrowed his brows; he had not expected to be targeted after all.

Since that was the case, he had no choice but to fight.

Thinking of this, Lin Tian let out a cold shout, "If you want my Treasure Fish, let's see if you three have the ability to take it!"

The three men sneered and launched their attacks rapidly.

The square-faced middle-aged man's palms, the Tall Thin Man's fists, and the short, stout man's sword were all brought out simultaneously.

Three waves of Transcendent power exploded in the dense forest; the palm wind was like a mountain-toppling sea, and the fist force was like raging waves crashing against the shore.

The sword light danced like silver snakes. Three completely different forces blasted toward Lin Tian from three directions simultaneously, sealing off all his escape routes.

The trio's coordination was extremely tacit; they had already secretly divided their roles through eye contact—two would launch a frontal assault, while the third would stand ready to fill in and capture him. Their goal of taking him alive had never changed.

Lin Tian did not retreat.

He suddenly activated his Shadow Movement Technique; his true self left a solid afterimage in place, while he silently retreated two zhang backward.

The three attacks smashed fiercely into the afterimage, tearing it into fragments. A three-foot-square deep pit was blasted into the ground, and gravel and dirt scattered everywhere.

Just as the trio's attacks missed their mark and before they could recover, Lin Tian's hands simultaneously flicked out from his sleeves—

Two moyuan flying daggers turned into two extremely thin black lines, almost completely invisible in the dim dense forest, targeting the two men on the left and right.

The short, stout man wielding the sword reacted extremely quickly; he slashed his long sword horizontally, and with a clang, he knocked the flying dagger away.

The Tall Thin Man wielding the fists shifted his body to the side, letting the flying dagger graze his earlobe and pin itself into the tree trunk behind him, the tail of the blade still humming and vibrating.

But the purpose of these two blades was not to kill, but to restrain—at the very moment the two were dealing with the flying daggers,

Lin Tian stomped his foot heavily on the gravel ground, and his Cloud Shadow Step propelled his figure into a straight gray line, rushing right in front of the square-faced middle-aged man wielding the palms.

The square-faced middle-aged man showed no fear on his face; he let out a loud shout and struck out with both palms.

He was the one with the deepest cultivation among the three. His Middle Stage Transcendent power condensed into two dark cyan vortices on his palms, and the air where his palm wind passed was compressed until it emitted a low, whistling sound.

Even facing Lin Tian alone, he felt no fear—palm techniques were meant for head-on, hard collisions; they were heavier than fist techniques and fiercer than sword techniques. In close-quarters combat, he had never feared anyone.

Lin Tian met his palms, but he did not strike out with his own palms, nor did he draw his sword.

He suddenly raised his head, and his eyes beneath the mask erupted with two beams of pale purple light that had almost condensed into substance.

The Wanling Seal roared into operation within his Sea of Consciousness, and his Major Achievement level Mental Energy followed his gaze, slamming fiercely into the depths of the square-faced middle-aged man's pupils.

The two pairs of eyes collided head-on at a distance of less than three feet. The square-faced middle-aged man felt as if his vision had been pierced by two red-hot iron rods simultaneously,

and his vision suddenly went white—not the brightness of flashing swords, but an irresistible, excruciating pain that struck directly at the depths of his Soul,

as if someone had ignited a sun inside his brain.

His palms froze involuntarily for an instant. It was just this instant.

Lin Tian gripped the hilt of the autumn water sword at his waist with his right hand and drew the sword from its scabbard.

The moment the sword body turned horizontally in his hand, five beams of scorching white lightning exploded on the blade, and the sound of thunder roared through the dense forest.

Thunderclap Sword Technique: One Sword, Five Thunders. With the five thunders stacked, the speed of the sword tip piercing the air reached its limit.

The square-faced middle-aged man still maintained his forward-striking posture, his chest wide open. The autumn water sword precisely passed between his palms, and the tip of the sword pierced through his heart.

His entire body jolted, the dark cyan Transcendent power on his palms dissipated instantly, and his body fell straight backward like a chopped-down wooden stake, landing in the pile of fallen leaves and never moving again.

From the moment Lin Tian raised his head to launch the Mental Energy attack to the moment he drew his sword and killed him, the entire process took no more than a breath.

The other two Martial Artists hadn't even had time to fully recover from the restraint of the flying daggers before their companion had already become a corpse.

"Third Brother!" The short, stout man wielding the sword saw his eyes turn blood-red instantly. He let out a furious shout, and the sword radiance on his long sword surged. He unleashed his Gale Sword Technique with all his might, and the sword light turned into a dense silver net that covered Lin Tian's head.

The Tall Thin Man wielding the fists was also furious, his eyes splitting. The Transcendent power on his fists condensed into pale golden fist radiance, and he threw punch after punch toward Lin Tian's side, the fist wind whipping the fallen leaves on the ground into a frenzy in the sky.

Lin Tian had eliminated one person, and his pressure had significantly decreased.

Facing the furious siege of the two, he sneered and met them with the autumn water sword in hand. This time, he switched to the Xiaguang Sword Technique. With one thrust, nine beams of sword light simultaneously appeared in the Void Realm.

The Major Achievement level Xiaguang Sword Technique: each beam of sword light was as solid as a real sword edge, spreading out in a fan shape and enveloping both men under the sword momentum.

The short, stout man's Gale Sword Technique also relied on speed. Sword light clashed with sword light, and the clanging collision sounds were as dense as a rainstorm hitting a tin roof.

The Tall Thin Man's fist force came continuously from the side, each time narrowly intercepted by Lin Tian's sword light, and when the fist force collided with the sword light, visible shockwaves exploded outward.

The three had been locked in combat for dozens of moves, and they were evenly matched. The two Wanbao Pavilion death warriors became more and more alarmed as they fought—the gray-robed man before them possessed sword techniques, movement techniques, hidden weapons, and Mental Energy that were all far superior to others of the same rank. Now, fighting one against two, he was actually not at a disadvantage.

The two gritted their teeth, their attacks becoming even more ruthless, every move aimed at risking their lives.

During the fight, Lin Tian suddenly revealed an opening—while parrying the short, stout man's sword light, his foot seemed to trip on a protruding tree root, his center of gravity tilted slightly forward, and his back was exposed to the Tall Thin Man without any defense.

The Tall Thin Man's eyes were filled with wild joy; he had waited the whole match for this opportunity. He poured all his Transcendent power into his right fist, the fist radiance blindingly bright, and landed a solid punch on Lin Tian's back.

"Hit!" He laughed loudly, his laughter echoing in the forest.

Then his smile froze. He felt as if his punch had slammed into an iron mountain—no, something even harder than an iron mountain.

An iron mountain could at least be shaken slightly, but the back of the person in front of him hadn't even swayed. The Major Achievement level Dragon Roar Iron Shirt, with that layer of pale cyan, tough membrane beneath the skin, deflected the fist force entirely.

Lin Tian took advantage of the slight force of the punch to turn, and the moment he turned, the autumn water sword slashed out horizontally.

The Tall Thin Man's fist force was spent, and his center was wide open. He saw the beam of sword light slashing toward his throat, but it was too late to react.

The sword light flashed past, and blood sprayed. The Tall Thin Man's eyes widened, a garbled, bubbling sound came from his throat, and he fell backward with a crash.

Only one person remained. Lin Tian turned around, blood droplets on the autumn water sword slowly sliding down the blade, dripping onto the pile of fallen leaves with a faint ticking sound.

The short, stout man gripped his sword, his hands trembling involuntarily. He finally realized what kind of monster he was facing. Lin Tian stared at him, his gaze calm and cold.