Chapter 1288: Chapter 670: Turtle in a Jar
At this moment, the bald old monk looked up at Lin Tianming and saw him remaining calm and steady, exuding an aura of tranquility.
In contrast, the monk himself was still feeling internal tremors, with waves of intense pain stabbing his nerves.
As he compared his situation to Lin Tianmingâs, an ominous feeling grew in the monkâs heart.
Little did he know, even though the battle hadnât yet reached a life-and-death moment, the bald old monk was already losing confidence.
Clearly, the monk had been completely intimidated by Lin Tianmingâs strength and his decisive combat achievements.
Though the monk tried his best to conceal his emotions, his slightly exposed aura betrayed everything.
Especially since Lin Tianming was meticulous and adept at observing subtle cues, he could easily sense these emotions.
This realization only made Lin Tianmingâs killing intent more intense, his aura growing increasingly fierce.
He deeply understood the monkâs potential strength and was acutely aware of the immense threat posed by this man.
Although it wasnât difficult for him to handle the monk, the members of the Lin Family had varying levels of cultivation strength.
If this old pest wasnât eradicated, it might become a future problem for the Lin Family members.
For individuals like this, Lin Tianming had always believed in extinguishing the threat in the cradle, giving no chances whatsoever.
Doing so wasnât just for himselfâit was also for the safety of thousands of Lin Family members in their clan.
With this understanding, Lin Tianming unleashed a new round of attacks immediately after completing the previous strike.
This time, much like when he faced Yang Yinghai, he first employed a series of rapid attacks to grab the monkâs attention.
Simultaneously, the Earth Fiend Sword Formation was secretly deployed and began contracting bit by bit.
However, Lin Tianming was not reckless; each step was executed methodically, and the entire plan was progressing seamlessly.
Though the monk had previously encountered Lin Tianmingâs approach, he was well-aware of the immense killing intent hidden in this âboiling a frog slowlyâ strategy.
Terror-stricken, the bald old monk exerted his full force to respond.
Yet, as he engaged, it wasnât as straightforward as heâd imagined.
Lin Tianmingâs attacks were already extraordinarily powerful, and even his simplest strikes required the monk to treat them cautiously, each time using his full strength just to avoid sustaining injuries.
More importantly, Lin Tianmingâs assaults came in relentless waves, leaving absolutely no room for the monk to catch his breath.
Even while multitasking, Lin Tianming executed his strategy flawlessly.
Under such meticulous planning, the monk hadnât yet fallen into a complete disadvantage, but the area within the Earth Fiend Sword Formation had already contracted significantly.
By this point, the Sword Qi circulating inside the formation had grown increasingly dense, amplifying the pressure and constriction felt by the monk.
After countless exchanges of attack and defense, the bald old monk was feeling this escalating tension acutely.
Even more critical was that Lin Tianming had gained absolute control of the fight and was steering the situation entirely around his prior calculations.
The monk, despite his reluctance to end up in this precarious position, had made numerous attempts to change his fate.
However, Lin Tianming remained vigilant every moment, executing his plans without leaving any vulnerabilities.
Gradually, the monkâs circumstances became increasingly dire, and the pressure mounted without pause.
At this moment, Lin Tianming launched another fierce strike, forcing the monk back by some distance.
As the monk steadied himself, he couldnât help but cough up a mouthful of fresh bloodâclearly injured by Lin Tianmingâs powerful attack.
Seeing this, Lin Tianming was quite satisfied with how the situation was unfolding.
As things stood, the barrier of the Earth Fiend Sword Formation had reached a significant intensity. Breaking through it to escape was no easy task for the monk.
Since the monk couldnât easily flee, Lin Tianming decided to shift his focus and gradually amplify the ferocity of his assault.
In the next exchange, Lin Tianming executed the Tiangang Ninth Sword, utilizing this divine skill to keep the monkâs attention pinned from the front.
Then, Lin Tianming leapt into the Sword Formationâs interior.
Mid-air, Lin Tianming unleashed a thunderous punch, aiming directly for the monkâs head.
At this time, the monk was still busy responding to the Tiangang Sword.
With a powerful swing, the monkâs black staff swept forth.
The black staff seemed to carry an unbelievable weight, its swing creating fierce gusts of roaring winds.
In an instant, its immense force caused the air to ripple and explode, producing ear-splitting crackling noises.
In the next moment, the black staff collided head-on with the Tiangang Sword.
âBangâŠâ
A deafening explosion shook the heavens, and at the same time, a blinding light illuminated the sky, making the previously dim space inside the Sword Formation brilliantly bright.
Simultaneously, a massive shockwave spread outward, causing the walls of the Sword Formation to tremble slightly.
Fortunately, the sword formationâs shrinking dimension worked in its favor; its rotation remained stable, and the overall structure was nearly indestructible.
As a result, the Earth Fiend Sword Formation only wavered slightly before stabilizing again under Lin Tianmingâs control.
Even so, the sheer impact wasnât negligible. Lin Tianming felt as though he was caught up in the charge of thousands of warhorses, a relentless surge of pain coursing through every nerve in his body.
Luckily, Lin Tianming was a dual cultivator of body and law, making his defensive power extraordinarily formidable. This type of shockwave-induced recoil wasnât sufficient to cause him harm.
As for the pain itself, Lin Tianming had trained his endurance to astonishing levels. What little discomfort he felt vanished swiftly after mere moments of patience.