Chapter 221 - 209: Counter Build

Chapter 221: Chapter 209: Counter Build

Having learned his lesson from last time, he poured 12 points of energy into the greatsword. The hilt began to shake so violently he could barely hold on.

Lin Fan’s eyes narrowed as he stomped his front foot hard onto the concrete floor.

BANG!

The fragile rubber sole of his sneaker instantly burst apart from the immense force, revealing his ankle, tensed to its limit. But using the reactive force, he brought his body to a sudden halt.

Harnessing this terrifying inertia, Lin Fan engaged his core, forcibly converting the kinetic energy into centrifugal force for a sweeping slash of his greatsword.

At the same time, he released his control over the impact energy surging within the blade...

BOOM—!

The "jet-nozzle" on the back of the greatsword instantly spewed forth a torrent of invisible, violent energy. The shockwave exploded with a sound like rolling thunder!

Propelled by this energy, the greatsword accelerated abruptly. With Lin Fan as the axis, it carved a semi-circle through the air and smashed violently toward the writhing "wall"!

THWUMP— SSSSHHH—

The blade slammed into the wall, first with an incredibly deep thud. Then, the Sharp Energy Lin Fan had channeled into the greatsword activated. The layered, tough tentacles were completely unable to disperse the force. The moment they touched the blade’s edge, they disintegrated and shattered like rotten wood.

The greatsword’s overwhelming power gouged out a massive gash two meters long and about half a meter wide.

Countless [-1] notifications flooded his vision as if he’d activated a cheat, indicating that each tentacle was as insignificant and expendable to the tree as a single strand of hair. ’If I go by the recovery speed of that ’Riverview’ creature,’ he thought, ’I could be here ’pruning’ its branches all day and never kill it.’

’I’m not done yet! Let’s go again!’

Lin Fan wasn’t surprised that the first slash failed to break through the wall. Halfway through the swing, he unhesitatingly poured another 10 points of energy into the sword and detonated it instantly.

BOOM—!

The jet-nozzle boomed again!

The greatsword, its momentum already fading from the friction with the wall, suddenly accelerated again under the powerful thrust of this second "ignition."

At the same time, Lin Fan’s thoughts moved like lightning as he instantly switched to the Strength Crystal.

He gripped the greatsword with both hands, clamping down hard on the hilt. Stepping forward with his right foot, he threw his entire body into the gash he had just opened.

"OPEN!"

Using the centrifugal force of the spin, his greatsword carved a violent arc through the air, gathering momentum before he once again hacked viciously at the deepest part of the wound, which hadn’t yet had time to "heal."

With this second acceleration, the greatsword reached a terrifying speed, propelled by unparalleled kinetic energy.

Even without the added effect of Sharp Energy, the blade’s edge and sheer mass of the greatsword alone tore through the tentacles as easily as cutting through mud.

SPLAT—

A fountain of blackish-brown filth mixed with fragments of tentacles sprayed all over Lin Fan’s face.

But immediately after, a gust of long-awaited cold wind poured into the stuffy, stinking cage...

WHOOSH— PITTER-PATTER—!

The cold wind from outside, carrying wet raindrops, poured in through a gap a dozen centimeters wide at the deepest part of the gash. It hit Lin Fan’s face like a shot of adrenaline, invigorating him instantly.

However, the moment the edges of the opening were exposed to the outside air, they seemed to recoil as if scalded. The tentacles on both sides of the gash began to writhe and multiply manically.

Countless black tendrils, as fine as hair but as tough as steel wire, surged out from both sides of the tear like a startled swarm of maggots.

The entire "cage" began to squirm as a tide of tentacles surged in from all directions, instantly squeezing the gash shut, leaving not a single crack for the "prisoner" within.

The tentacles twisted and interwove with each other, knotting, hardening, and expanding as fast as a pot of boiling asphalt.

Moreover, as the wound sealed itself, the "tree" seemed to be enraged by Lin Fan’s "jailbreak" attempt.

Several wrist-thick branches, clearly different from the wall’s tentacles, whipped out from above, below, and both sides, stabbing straight for Lin Fan.

Energy was clearly coalescing on the surface of these tentacles, sending out fine ripples in all directions.

"Fuck!"

Lin Fan instantly recalled his greatsword and leaped back out of the closing gash’s range. He then summoned the greatsword again in mid-air, its inertia reset, and used gravity to swing it down at the approaching tentacles.

"I’m just teasing the edge! I’m not actually leaving! What’s the big rush?!"

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Three tentacles were cleanly severed by the powerful slash.

The intimidating layer of energy ripples had almost no effect against the greatsword’s kinetic energy; they were as fragile as paper.

As for the two that attacked from behind, Lin Fan didn’t even turn his head, simply summoning the greatsword to teleport behind him.

CLANG! CLANG!

The two tentacles slammed against the thick spine of the blade. Like a pair of vipers striking a wall, they recoiled instantly and retreated into the dome above, not to be seen again...

’These tentacles must be its real body, but the damage I can do is still limited...’

’I’d already cut down a batch of these attacking tentacles, and they hadn’t shown up again for a while. It must be getting desperate, serving them up on a platter for me.’

With a thought, Lin Fan recalled the greatsword into his inventory. He was wondering why the "Riverview" monster hadn’t made a move, when he heard a sharp cry from behind. Ye Qingniao was fighting the monster again.

The air currents from the greatsword’s two energy bursts still swirled within the narrow space, sending rubble and scraps of cloth flying everywhere.

Even Ye Qingniao’s hair was standing on end, though it was hard to tell if it was from the wind or static electricity...

Meanwhile, Cheng Qi, sitting in the armored vehicle, felt like his neck was about to snap from craning it so much.

He wasn’t as nervous as when he’d first arrived. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because he had just died once.