Wang Lin's eyes became serious as he stared at the giant palm print in the sky. This palm print seemed to have appeared from the sky, and ripples spread in all directions.
On the palm, every palm print was extremely clear. It looked like a real palm and not an illusion!
This print was very similar to the War Spirit Print Wang Lin had learned, but there were some subtle differences. The War Spirit Print he knew was just a giant palm without any clear palm prints. Once it appeared, it would absorb origin energy from the world and become extremely large. It contained a heaven-shaking power, but it was not easy to control.
As the War Spirit Print grew larger and larger, it would absorb even more origin energy. Eventually, this print would go out of control.
Wang Lin understood that this was because he hadn't obtained the inheritance of the War Spirit Print but had comprehended it himself. The real War Spirit Print, especially when used by Daoist Water, obviously didn't have these flaws.
However, even when Daoist Water used the War Spirit Print, the fingerprints on his palm weren't as clear as this madman's. There were also no strange ripples on the edge of the palm.
These ripples looked like the Black Tortoise's strongest spell, Tremor!
The power of Tremor!
As he observed, Wang Lin's expression became extremely serious. He watched the War Spirit Print land on the ground, causing the earth to tremble. A monstrous shockwave spread in all directions and shrouded the entire area in fog.
Wang Lin was also under the palm print, and when he felt it land on his body, his eyes revealed a hint of deduction. He was constantly trying to figure out how to use this spell.
"What a good War Spirit Print. The power of Tremor shakes the world like a slave, enslaving the origin energy of the world into a palm print … Or enslaving the origin energy of the world into a spirit. This spirit is then filled with celestial spiritual energy and becomes the War Spirit Print … However, there are still some details that aren't clear … I need to learn the secret chant of the War Spirit Print inheritance!" Wang Lin licked his lips and his eyes shined brightly.
After the dust settled, the madman revealed a proud expression and began to laugh.
"How is it, how is it? Is This King's divine power powerful!?"
While laughing like crazy, the madman looked like he was showing off to the black ape, but in truth, his gaze swept past Wang Lin, and his gaze was filled with pride.
Wang Lin smiled.
He looked at the madman, and the smile on his face grew wider.
Seeing Wang Lin's smile, the Madman became confused. He looked down at his body and scratched his head, not understanding why Wang Lin was smiling.
"This divine ability is passable, but I also know this technique, and its power is much stronger than yours," Wang Lin said slowly, his voice neither too fast nor too slow.
The madman's eyes revealed a look of disdain as he pointed at Wang Lin. He bared his teeth and said, "This King's divine powers are the most powerful. Other than my brother, no one can beat me!
Hehe, do you want to learn it secretly?
Let This King tell you, My Brother has said that This King's mystiques and dao techniques are not to be taught to anyone. Don't even think about it. I won't teach them even if you beat me to death!
"Back then, someone wanted to learn it secretly, but I saw through him at a glance. Hmph, this King is very smart, so don't even think about deceiving me."
Wang Lin no longer spoke. He raised his right hand and pressed down at the sky. The sky rumbled and a blurry palm print appeared. After the palm print appeared, it began to absorb the surrounding origin energy like crazy. As it became clear, it smashed down.
As it descended, a great pressure descended from the sky, and a wild wind blew, shaking the ground. The ground cracked, and a huge ravine was torn open.
The madman's messy hair was blown by the wind and his eyes were dull. He stared dumbfoundedly at the palm print. Just as it was about to land, Wang Lin's eyes lit up. He took a deep breath, pointed with his right hand, and muttered, "Doubt, condense, condense!"
After the three words "condense," the palmprint rapidly shrank. However, as it shrank, it showed signs of instability, as if it was going to escape his control. In the end, it landed on the planet with a bang, causing the entire planet to tremble. The madman was thrown into the air by the tremors.
A giant palm print was clearly imprinted on the planet in the distance. This palm print was hundreds of thousands of feet wide, and from afar, it looked like a sinkhole!
"If you can use the spell you just used and create a sinkhole like this, then I'll admit that your spell is very powerful!" Wang Lin spoke slowly and revealed a hint of contempt.
It was this trace of contempt that caused the madman's eyes to immediately turn red. He frantically waved his arms and pounded his chest, letting out a series of low roars. This was a movement he had just learned from the black ape, and he felt that this movement was very domineering.
"This king is the most powerful, just you wait!"
The madman was filled with anger as he took a step forward and used a spell. His right hand pointed at the sky and he let out a roar. A giant palm print appeared out of thin air and he waved his right hand. The palm print landed on the ground and kicked up a large amount of dust, leaving a shallow mark on the ground.
The madman was startled for a moment. He looked at the shallow mark and then at the sinkhole Wang Lin had created. His eyes were filled with madness and his roar became even more intense. He used the same War Spirit Print once more.
Wang Lin was completely focused on the side. His eyes shined as he deduced like crazy. He wanted to memorize all the details of the War Spirit Print. At this moment, he had forgotten everything, and the only thing left in his eyes was the madman using the War Spirit Print over and over again!
There would be no more opportunities for someone to continuously use the same spell before him. Even between a master and disciple, it would be difficult to have such an opportunity.
Half an hour later, the madman had used the War Spirit Print dozens of times on the same ground, causing the mark to become deeper. However, it was still far from Wang Lin's sinkhole.
The madman was already panting. He was very tired from using the same spell again and again. Just as he was about to give up, he peeked at Wang Lin and saw the contempt and ridicule on Wang Lin's face.
The madman was enraged by what he saw!
"Damn it, this king doesn't believe it!" He let out a roar as if he had forgotten his exhaustion. He continued to use the War Spirit Print like crazy and bombarded the earth!
Two hours, four hours, six hours … Every time he wanted to give up, he would see the contempt on Wang Lin's face become even stronger. He couldn't accept this!
Wang Lin's eyes were bloodshot as he carefully observed while waving his right hand. He was using his shocking comprehension to quickly analyze and deduce the spell.
After 12 hours, the madman had used the War Spirit Print hundreds of times. He was sweating profusely and his tongue was sticking out. He was so tired that he didn't even have time to pant.
"Damn it, I'm too tired. I'm not playing anymore!
If I can't beat him, then I can't beat him. This king is going to sleep! "
As he muttered, he was about to give up when he subconsciously looked at Wang Lin. This gaze caused him to be startled.
He saw a hint of shock on Wang Lin's face!
It was this hint of shock that made the madman, who had already decided to give up, suddenly become excited. He let out a roar and hit his chest.
If Wang Lin was still filled with contempt, the madman would have chosen to ignore him. After all, he was too tired. However, the shock on Wang Lin's face gave him confidence.
"Haha, this little girl is finally no longer filled with contempt. Hmph, hmph, good, this king will work harder and let him know how powerful this king is!" The madman excitedly turned around and bombarded once more.
Wang Lin's eyes lit up and he quickly searched. As time passed, a clear palm print appeared in his eyes. This palm print was engraved in his mind and became more and more profound.
Eight hours, ten hours … After 14 hours, the madman's roar was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot. As he roared, he pressed the last War Spirit Print on the ground. The earth rumbled, and after 14 hours, a deep pit appeared. It was about the same depth as Wang Lin's palm print.
After doing all this, the madman crawled on the ground, breathing heavily. His face was filled with exhaustion, but he still pulled himself together and shouted at Wang Lin in a hoarse voice, "How was it, how was it!
My divine ability is the most powerful!! "
Wang Lin's expression was filled with shock as he slowly said,
"I need to check this myself."
"Go and check. Hmph, This King will be waiting!"
The madman's eyes were filled with disdain, but it couldn't hide the pride on his face. Wang Lin's shocked gaze made him extremely satisfied. It was as if all his exhaustion was nothing.
Wang Lin got up and walked toward the pit the madman had made. He carefully observed it for a long time. The madman looked like he was resting, but his eyes were constantly staring at Wang Lin's expression. He wanted to see more shock.
However, the madman gradually felt like something was wrong. Wang Lin's expression was originally filled with shock, but the shock slowly disappeared and was replaced with calmness. The contempt that made him so excited unexpectedly appeared once more!
Seeing the disdain on Wang Lin's face, the madman immediately became angry. He stared at Wang Lin and bared his teeth.
"I didn't expect you to be so sinister. Your divine ability clearly can't compare to mine, but you secretly did something …" Wang Lin shook his head and his expression became even more disdainful. He turned around and sat down. He didn't even look at the madman.
The madman was startled for a moment and his face turned red. He rushed before Wang Lin and roared, "I didn't, this king didn't!"
Wang Lin opened his eyes and coldly said, "The divine ability you used these past few hours is not the same as the first one. Don't think you can lie to me!"
"You're falsely accusing me. This king clearly used the same divine ability, it can't be wrong!
Go and take a closer look. This king didn't lie to you … "The madman was anxious, and there was even faint moisture in his eyes. He felt very wronged, very wronged. He had worked hard for several hours and finally achieved this with great difficulty, but he was actually said to have been lied to.