Chương 7: Chapter 5 Lynn: Since I don't need to inhale oxygen, how about nobody inhales it!

A few breaths ago, with his neck being pinched, Lynn entered an extremely peculiar state. All the pain seemed to be swiftly fading away, and in its place, his brain's thinking activity was increasing several times over.

For a moment, Lynn couldn't help but wonder if he had already passed to the afterworld.

However, he hadn't. He could still clearly perceive the blood and oxygen flowing to his brain being forcibly cut off, his body gradually losing vitality.

It wouldn't be long before he truly died!

Faced with such a perilous situation, Lynn unexpectedly felt no sense of panic.

In the situation where someone's choking you, causing oxygen deprivation, how do you counterattack?

Of course, it's an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!

If I don't need to breathe, then nobody should!

Lynn sensed the vast sea of elements in the void. With a thought, he used his spiritual power as a net to sweep out the active oxygen molecules, instantly extracting them!

What happens when a person continues breathing in a low-oxygen environment?

Andre was the perfect example!

A large amount of ineffective gas flowed into his lungs, his blood pressure rapidly increased, and within a few breaths, the symptoms of oxygen deprivation appeared. Lynn keenly noticed the hand gripping his neck weakening!

Now is the time!

Lynn suddenly opened his eyes, and based on his earlier memories, the positions and reactions of everyone in the room transformed into data flooding into his mind. Lynn could even perform a detailed force analysis of his neck based on the angle Andre raised his arm.

Countless complex data were sorted out in an instant, and Lynn constructed a 3D scene in his mind that was 100% restored, deducing the optimal sword strike plan.

[Raise your hand and stab straight, 47 degrees angle!]

Lynn's arm lifted and simultaneously thrust out the short sword. The hulking man before him, under the intense reaction of oxygen deprivation, completely lost his ability to resist, only able to helplessly watch as the sword tip penetrated his neck.

The fragile neck was clearly unable to block the sharp short sword, and crimson blood spurted like a fountain, splattering all over Lynn's clothes and face.

Andre's eyes widened, his mouth involuntarily opening and closing, hands desperately gripping the gaping wound in his neck that kept bleeding, falling to the ground full of fear and unwillingness.

Without hesitation, Lynn kicked Andre's body the moment he broke free from the hold, sending the corpse flying toward the stunned Blaine while he himself used the rebound force to escape the low-oxygen zone.

Blaine never expected the situation on the scene to suddenly reverse. A look of astonishment immediately appeared on his face, his reaction slowed a beat, instinctively catching Andre's corpse. Upon seeing the other's death state clearly, his pupils involuntarily shrunk, a chill rising from the soles of his feet to his heart.

The cyanotic face, blackened lips, and dilated pupils all proved that Andre had suddenly choked, leading to his unguarded neck being pierced!

How was this possible?

Blaine was utterly terrified. Earlier, it was clearly Andre who was choking Lynn's neck, yet he inexplicably fell into asphyxiation. Could it be some strange spell that harms both friend and foe?

Breathing rhythmically and regaining strength in his limbs rapidly, Lynn's brain throbbed slightly from being choked for a full minute and forcefully manipulating a large amount of oxygen elements.

Although he had luckily killed one of them using the principle of asphyxiation, Lynn dared not relax even a bit. The brief exchange just now made him understand the gap between them.

According to his memory, these witch hunters were skilled elites,

original Lynn's swordsmanship was adequate for dealing with a few bandits, but when facing witch hunters dispatched by the church, it fell short.

Countless thoughts flashed through Lynn's mind, followed by a ringing prompt.

[Warning, in overload mode, system energy is rapidly depleting, expected to force shutdown in two minutes and thirty seconds.]

Lynn's body paused involuntarily, realizing that his sudden increase in elemental control was due to the aid of the intelligent brain.

Then... let's try magic!

Lynn's gaze sharpened, tightly gripping the blood-stained short sword in his hand. His spiritual power once again spread through the air, frantically capturing hydrogen and oxygen elements...

A mass of water appeared in the void, then quickly condensed and took shape...

First Circle Magic—[Frost Blade]!

The icy blade, exuding a chilling air, shot forth like an arrow. Blaine's expression hardened. He didn't choose to confront it head-on but slashed out diagonally with the sword in his hand, striking the side of the ice blade and knocking it off course.

Yet, in that brief pause, the spell preparation was complete. Gray powder hovered in Lynn's palm, then exploded into a blazing fireball...

That was Lynn's other First Circle Magic—[Fireball Technique]!

The temperature in the room sharply rose. Though both were First Circle Magic, [Fireball Technique] was much more powerful compared to [Frost Blade]!

The critical point was, in this cramped room, there was simply no way to dodge!

Blaine smelled the scent of death, kicking a shattered cabinet towards the raging fireball, then flipping Andre's corpse over to use as a meat shield!

The next moment, the fireball hit the shattered cabinet, explosively expanding, and the scorching flames instantly filled the entire room.

Lynn stared intently at the scattered debris ahead, breathing heavily. He had no exact concept of the power of First Circle Magic, but judging from the effect, it wouldn't be weaker than a grenade combined with an incendiary bomb. If taken head-on, even if not dead, one would be seriously injured...

While pondering, a sharp longsword cut through the smoky haze, the blade reflecting the firelight, slicing straight towards Lynn!

The speed of this strike was astonishing. By the time Lynn realized it, the sharp longsword was already close at hand!

Fortunately, at this moment, thanks to the connection between the neural network and the intelligent brain, Lynn's reaction speed had increased several times, and his body's coordination had also improved significantly. His right hand held the sword horizontally, his left hand supported his right wrist, his body slightly crouched, and the sword tip braced against the mottled wall beside him.

Clang~

A sharp, unpleasant thud resounded in the narrow room. At the moment of contact, Lynn only felt intense pain in his hand, the sword tip embedded deeply into the wall, and a fine crack appeared along the blade.

So heavy...

There was only this sensation in Lynn's mind. He dropped the sword, falling to the ground, and rolled several times, narrowly avoiding a whipping kick.

The fierce wind gusted over his head, followed by another muffled thud. Lynn turned his head to look; the mottled wall had already been kicked out with a concave groove.

[Wall impact approximately 1.75 tons, probability of North American bison collision about 65%...]

In an instant, data analysis flashed through his mind. Lynn's pupils shrank. If he were kicked head-on, his internal organs would definitely burst open.

Body modification? Cyborg? Battle Qi?

Lynn knew perfectly well that a normal person, even with the most scientific professional training, could never kick with such terrifying force.

This completely exceeded the limits of the human body!

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