Legend Of The Mythological Genes Chapter 129 - Killing A God

The giant palm and five fingers smashed down just like how Buddha Lord Tathagata had wanted to seal Sun Wukong away in the past, making it so that he would never be able to make a comeback.

Feng Lin inclined his head. The baleful qi surged within his heart as his anger sprang forth like churning lava in a volcano, wanting to incinerate everything in the human world.

Just a mere t.i.tan, do you really think that you are Buddha Lord Tathagata?

Feng Lin’s heart was filled with anger. However, he couldn’t move at all, as his entire body was akin to being frozen solid. The palm covered him completely, ruthlessly smas.h.i.+ng down, wanting to crush him flat.

This t.i.tan repeated its tricks, wanting to crush Feng Lin like how it did with the green giant before swallowing it up in a single gulp.

Creaking sounds echoed out.

The t.i.tan’s hand exerted more force, causing Feng Lin’s bones to creak. It felt like they were on the verge of shattering.

Feng Lin was enduring the pain and agony. His baleful aura was as fiery as fire, stimulating the flow of energy in his entire body.

How would he be willing to suffer the same fate as the green giant?

“OPEN!” His expressions contorted. His body trembled violently and the force actually broke the crystal-like substance into pieces. A mysterious strength suddenly rose from within him, making it so that he managed to push the t.i.tan’s hand away.

After that, both of Feng Lin’s arms were hugging around a thick pillar-like finger of the t.i.tan as he used force and pulled.

Kacha!

The finger broke.

There wasn’t actually that much of a difference in strength between Feng Lin and the t.i.tan. And right now, he focused the entirety of his strength, targeting a finger of the t.i.tan. In this case, how could the t.i.tan resist it?

The t.i.tan pulled its hand back and grabbed its broken finger, howling in extreme pain. From the wound, droplets of red blood could be seen flowing out like spring water.

It was effective!

Since it was effective, Feng Lin naturally wanted to do it again.

Feng Lin ruthlessly continued, using the entirety of his strength to break the four other fingers on the t.i.tan’s left hand.

The t.i.tan was in severe pain. It kept shaking its palm violently, wanting to toss Feng Lin down.

However, it was easy to invite a guest in and tough to escort a guest out!

Feng Lin stabilized himself and hugged the t.i.tan’s wrist tightly. He wasn’t willing to be thrown off.

Since you grabbed me earlier, how can it be so easy for you to drive me away?

You can’t even be considered as a Juling G.o.d, yet you want to be the Buddha Lord? Even using the five-finger mountain palm…?

Since this is the case, I’m going to break all of your fingers today!

Feng Lin leaped high up into the air, jumping from the t.i.tan’s left hand to the right. He then slammed out with the entirety of his power, targeting the ring finger and middle finger of the t.i.tan’s right hand and breaking them in a single shot, causing blood to flow like a waterfall.

The t.i.tan had its fingers broken in rapid succession and was howling in agony.

Feng Lin didn’t stop. Regardless of how the t.i.tan tried to stop him, he continuously attacked in a ruthless and sharp manner, breaking all the ten fingers of the t.i.tan.

Now that both of its hands were crippled, the t.i.tan’s combat prowess declined sharply.

The situation had completely changed.

The t.i.tan’s body was too gigantic, and its movements were very slow. When facing someone as small as Feng Lin, it was definitely in a severe disadvantage.

Feng Lin might be able to use this advantage to injure the t.i.tan, and once enough small injuries acc.u.mulated, the t.i.tan might take critical damage and die in a single strike after that.

Now that Feng Lin had a plan, a cold smile lit up his lips.

So what if the t.i.tan really is a G.o.d?

Even if there are G.o.ds in this world, I shall kill a G.o.d today.

Wasting no time, Feng Lin acted without mercy. He targeted the t.i.tan’s throat, temple, eardrums…all sorts of vital spots as he launched his attacks.

Golden Vajra Dragon Claw.

Taichi Cannon Fist.

Sky Flipping Hammer Imprint.

…

He unleashed all sorts of techniques while the t.i.tan screamed in fury as he got injured more and more.

Although the injuries were small, the pain was extremely severe, and this caused the t.i.tan to grow even more violent.

However, the t.i.tan’s movements were simply too clumsy, and he basically had no way to capture Feng Lin. Feng Lin was like an annoying fly buzzing around while the t.i.tan could do nothing to it.

However, Feng Lin wasn’t satisfied. After attacking for half a day, this t.i.tan was still akin to a dragon or a tiger and still had robust lifeforce.

One could say that although the t.i.tan’s body had expanded, his movements had slowed for the price of increasing its endurance and resistance.

His thoughts earlier wasn’t wrong. He wanted to acc.u.mulate small injuries before he tried to wipe out the t.i.tan in a single strike.

But, he had forgotten one point. He lacked the time and that was the most critical aspect of all!

How long would he need for enough small injuries to acc.u.mulate before the t.i.tan who was over 15 meters tall would fall?

An hour? A day? Or three days and three nights?…

Maybe this plan would eventually succeed in the end, but Feng Lin truly didn’t have that much time.

The Giant Pharmaceutical Company had already fallen. And outside here, the flames of wars were everywhere. It was very possible that the Mars Revolutionary Army might rush here at any moment. And if they did, things would be extremely dangerous for him.

He had to settle this as fast as possible.

Feng Lin knew that he didn’t have any time to waste. His thoughts churned rapidly as he tried to find a solution.

All of a sudden, his heart stirred. He was thinking what would Sun Wukong have done if he were to also encounter a situation like this?

After all, Sun Wukong in the legends was a battle G.o.d that fought countless battles in the three realms. What had he not experienced before?

Maybe, he could gain some inspiration from some stories of Sun Wukong.

“Eh?” Feng Lin stared at the gigantic body of the t.i.tan, as well as its mouth that was wide open. An idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

His silhouette flashed as he reached for one of the broken fingers. He then ruthlessly pulled it, causing the t.i.tan’s finger to be pulled away.

The t.i.tan was in so much pain that its mouth opened even wider in a scream. It was like a black hole, and hot air streamed out of it.

Good opportunity!

Feng Lin didn’t retreat but chose to advance instead. He leaped into the open mouth of the t.i.tan.

Gurgling sounds rang out. Upon sensing a foreign object entering its throat, the t.i.tan’s expression drastically changed. It instantly clasped its hands around its throat as it coughed.

It felt an intense pain in its throat. It threw its head back and spat out a mouthful of boiling hot lava-like blood.

At this moment, Feng Lin had already entered a pa.s.sageway that was slightly warm and humid. The muscled walls spasmed, and the fishy smell of sticky liquid filled the atmosphere, dripping down onto him, containing an extremely powerful corrosive ability.

The evil smell of rot could be sensed in the air.

Feng Lin held his breath, knowing that he was still in the throat area of the t.i.tan.

I simply don’t believe that the interior of your body would be as tough as your skin.

Regardless of which living creatures, their internal organs would always be a weak point.

Feng Lin’s eyes were like ice as he stabbed forth with his saber-like hand.

The formless air force blasted out sharply, forming air blades akin to divine swords that flew out of their sheaths, embedding themselves deep inside the meat walls.

“He!”

Feng Lin’s face turned red from the energy exertion, but he didn’t stop. His hand once again sliced down like a saber. Everywhere the saber force pa.s.sed by, a shocking wound would appear in the meat wall, causing blood to flood out like a torrent.

As for Feng Lin, he endured the scorching blood and dug deep into the wound, continuing to drill his way into the t.i.tan’s interior where he intended to wreak more havoc.

Bang, Bang, Bang!

The seven apertures of the t.i.tan were bleeding. The intense pain caused the t.i.tan to go crazy, smas.h.i.+ng the area around it which caused thunderous sounds to ring out.

Its chest heaved and resembled a huge meat bag, and there appeared to be a little mouse wriggling around it. From time to time, the mouse would move into its lungs, its liver, and then its stomach…

For every inner organ visited by the ‘mouse’, the t.i.tan would cry in pain as it coughed out blood. Its initially vigorous aura gradually weakened.

And just when the t.i.tan was about to die, its face suddenly turned red as it let out a death cry. A moment later, all signs of vitality faded away as the t.i.tan became immobile.

BOOM!

The corpse exploded as a human drenched in blood exited from there. In one of his hands, a red-colored sparkling sphere about half a meter cubic in volume could be seen.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

The beats were like drum echoes and as reverberating as thunder. Surprisingly, this sphere was like a heart; it was pulsing with strength.

Feng Lin’s entire body was drenched by that blood, and his original appearance was completely hidden. Only his eyes were as cold as ice.

So what if the t.i.tan is a G.o.d?

Wasn’t the t.i.tan killed by me in the end?!