Top-Tier Superpower Student

The middle-aged powerhouse moved incredibly fast, throwing a punch towards Lin Tian who couldn't evade and had to brace himself for impact.

Boom!

A muffled sound echoed as their fists collided fiercely. The middle-aged man landed on his feet, standing with his hands behind his back, but Lin Tian's fist felt like it had hit a wall, a tremendous force rushing into his arm. Had his body not been tempered by the Dragon Transformation Liquid, that punch would've crushed his arm into a pulverized fracture.

His blood churned, and his arm went numb; he stood in place, taking several deep breaths.

The middle-aged powerhouse had a Treasured Sword strapped to his back, he was the strongest person Lin Tian had observed that day, with solid "Mirror-Condensing" strength.

The middle-aged man spoke, "That punch just now, I only used sixty percent of my strength. For a youngster like you, not even fully at Mirror-Condensing stage, to withstand sixty percent of my power, you should be proud."

There was no arrogance in his words; he indeed hadn't used his full strength. As for why he didn't use all his power to kill Lin Tian with one punch, perhaps it was like a cat toying with a mouse before killing it—a perverse pleasure in the play.

In the eyes of the middle-aged powerhouse, Lin Tian was no more than a fish on the chopping board, to be killed and played with whenever he wished.

"Those five people from the night before last were also your doings, right?" The middle-aged man glanced at Lin Tian and continued, "Since you have already figured out our details, why do you dare to come here? Don't tell me that with your trifling skills, you think you can defeat me."

"There are some people I must kill; it's a man's responsibility. Even if it's a nearly fatal venture, I still have to do it," Lin Tian thought of He Qianqian and said to the middle-aged man.

"Humph, young man, too arrogant for your own good. When you reach my age, you'll understand that surviving is the most important thing of all," the middle-aged man took steps closer to Lin Tian, smiling, "Of course, you won't be living to my age."

"Wang Ying!" Lin Tian shouted; Wang Ying understood and quickly boosted Lin Tian with his superpower.

Suddenly, power surged through Lin Tian like an endless sea of smoke, visibly growing at an incredible pace, matching the middle-aged man's aura in the blink of an eye.

"How is this possible, what kind of superpower is this?" the middle-aged man exclaimed in shock.

This was a battlefield, not a bar for casual talk. Lin Tian didn't have time to chat and charged forward with all his might.

The middle-aged man raised his fist to meet the attack, and their fists collided again, but the result was drastically different.

The first time, Lin Tian was forced back, his arm going numb as if it were about to break. However, this time, it was the middle-aged man who stumbled back, arm numb, as if it were about to break.

The middle-aged man was furious, his sense of defeat only fueling his anger. He drew his Treasured Sword; the Sword Aura soared to the sky, and the blade edge was piercingly sharp.

With a flash of cold light, Lin Tian felt a chill down his spine. The middle-aged man pointed his sword at Lin Tian and said, "Fist fighting is my weak point, but Sword Dao is where I truly excel. No matter how strong you are, if you can take three moves from me, then you win."

The middle-aged man flicked his long sword, causing it to tremble and create countless sword shadows in the void, accompanied by a buzzing sound as he launched a strike at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian stared at the bewildering flurry of sword shadows, which seemed like a thousand swords, but only one was real. If you couldn't distinguish it, you'd surely die.

At the critical moment, Lin Tian activated his clairvoyant ability, and his vision instantly brightened fivefold, quickly locating the real tip of the sword.

The sword aimed straight for Lin Tian's left chest, but he swiftly dodged to the side and countered with a punch toward the middle-aged man's chest.

"What?" The middle-aged man was shocked and hastily attempted to block with his sword, but Lin Tian's punch hit the sword, transmitting the force straight into the man's chest.

Struck by the punch, the middle-aged man sustained a minor injury and looked at Lin Tian with some astonishment, saying, "I underestimated you. Take my second strike."

A backhand sword slash came sweeping swiftly; this strike had no frills — it was fast and fierce.

Lin Tian leaned back, activating his Neural Response Speed Ability and used the ground to propel himself backwards.

The sword's tip was mere inches from Lin Tian's throat, so close that he could almost feel the sharpness of the blade. Had he been a second later, he would have been slashed across the throat.

Retreating several meters, Lin Tian quickly steadied himself and declared, "Those two times were your attacks, now it's my turn."

He pulled out a Flying Dagger and shot it out, simultaneously rushing forward with lightning speed to deliver a fatal blow to the middle-aged man.

His sprinting speed was easily on par with a hundred-meter champion.

The middle-aged man deflected Lin Tian's Flying Dagger with a sword strike but before he could ready another, Lin Tian's punch was already closing in on him.

Lin Tian fought recklessly with no regard for his own life, leaving no room for retreat, forcing the middle-aged man to confront him.

The next moment, Lin Tian's fist harshly struck the middle-aged man's chest, and the man's Treasured Sword pierced into Lin Tian's front chest.

Both men spat out a mouthful of blood, retreating quickly, and sat on the ground in disarray.

The middle-aged man said, "Are you trying to trade your life for mine?"

"That's right," confirmed Lin Tian. "It's a life-for-life combat strategy, but I'll be the one to survive in the end, not you."

After speaking, he took out a healing potion; his wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh," the middle-aged fighter laughed, "so you have Precious Medicine that can save your life, which is why you dare to exchange lives with me. But you're underestimating me. I don't have such a treasure, but I have a doctor."

"Hastert!"

At the call, a military medic dressed in military uniform stepped out of the tent; Lin Tian's eyes flickered twice. This was Hastert, the Healing System superpowered individual whom Lin Tian had gone to great lengths to find.

Hastert didn't look at Lin Tian but quickly approached the middle-aged fighter, activated his superpower, and a burst of green energy emerged from the palm of his hand. Hastert aimed his palm at the middle-aged fighter's wound where the green energy continuously poured in.

The ball of green energy in Hastert's hand was even more effective than Lin Tian's healing potion. The middle-aged fighter got up bouncing around even before Lin Tian could recover.

"Thanks," the middle-aged fighter said, patting Hastert on the shoulder.

Hastert seemed somewhat aloof, just nodding his head without saying a word, and he walked back into the tent.

"Hahaha... now, let's see what you've got to fight me with," the middle-aged fighter laughed unrestrainedly.

"Not good!"

Lin Tian exclaimed in alarm as he realized that the superpower assistance Wang Ying had given him had failed.

Although superpower assistance could instantly boost one's Combat Power tenfold, it consumed too much energy, and Wang Ying could only maintain it for a few minutes.

"Time to die!"

The middle-aged fighter laughed heartily as he struck at Lin Tian with his sword.

Lin Tian used every ounce of strength, aided by his Neural Response Speed Ability, to dodge; as he dodged, he asked the Taotie System, "How many Supernatural Points do I have left? Can you give me a Divine Artifact to chop down this foreigner?"

The mechanical voice of the Taotie System answered, "Previously you had five Supernatural Points. After snatching the gemstone, we rewarded you with five. For your recent work ridding Hedan of evil and promoting good, we awarded you three. You have thirteen Supernatural Points in total."

"What can I exchange thirteen Supernatural Points for? Help me take him down."

"How about a laser sword?" suggested the Taotie System.

"Good, I'll take that."

The next moment, a thirty-centimeter-long laser sword appeared in Lin Tian's hand.

Laser, an invention of the 20th century following nuclear energy, computers, and semiconductors, has played a significant role in the progress of mankind and is known as "the fastest sword," "the most accurate ruler," "the brightest light," and "the strange laser."

The theoretical foundation of laser lies in the fact that atoms, which make up matter, contain particles of different amounts that are distributed at various energy levels. Particles at higher energy levels, when excited by certain photons, will transition to lower energy levels, radiating light with the same properties as the light that excited them. Under certain conditions, the phenomenon where a weak light induces a strong light emission is called a laser.

Laser technology has since been applied to many aspects of human life, such as laser marking, laser radar, laser cutting, laser discs, laser beauty treatments, and so on.

Laser weaponry has also become an urgent frontier for modern science. Laser weapons utilize the energy released by high-energy laser beams to destroy enemies. The higher the energy of the laser beam, the higher the temperature and greater the destructive power and lethality.

However, due to constraints in modern technology, laser weapons have not yet come into widespread use. But in Huaxia, three thousand years later, laser technology could be fully mastered.

In simple terms, lasers use extremely high temperatures to cut through objects. Holding the laser sword, Lin Tian stared at its fiery red blade, wary of its terrifyingly high temperature.

With a gentle swipe, the laser sword cut through the air, creating a series of sparks as it frictioned against it, accompanied by a sizzling sound—as if the air itself was being sliced open.

"So powerful, so fast. Truly deservedly known as the fastest sword, a technological marvel three thousand years later," Lin Tian marveled.

He was quite pleased with the laser sword; he had been worrying about not having a suitable weapon, and the laser sword was exactly to his liking.

Lin Tian, holding the laser sword and pointing it at the middle-aged fighter, assertively declared, "Come, let's fight to the death."

The middle-aged fighter was initially startled, retreating three steps in alarm, thinking that Lin Tian had obtained some Divine Artifact, which gave him the courage to speak to him in such a way. But looking left and right, he couldn't see anything particularly special about the laser sword in Lin Tian's hand. He did not realize it was made of lasers and just thought it was an ordinary sword dyed red, which looked imposing but was not practical.

Ignorance is truly sad, and arrogant ignorance is even more pitiable.

The middle-aged fighter shouted, "You are not worthy of a death match with me. Don't think that just because you have a sword dyed red you can act all high and mighty. I'm not buying it. Today, I'll let you realize that no matter how pretty you make a weapon, it's useless if it cannot kill. It's not a weapon if it can't kill."

"Witness my sword," the middle-aged fighter said as he took the initiative and attacked with his sword.