Just a dozen breaths before, Lynn, whose neck was clamped tightly, entered a bizarre state. All the pain seemed to rapidly fade away, replaced by a significant increase in brain activity.
At that moment, Lynn couldn't help but wonder if he had already departed for the afterlife.
However, he hadn't. He could still clearly perceive the flow of blood and oxygen being forcibly cut off from his brain, and his body was gradually losing vitality.
Before long, he would truly die!
Faced with such a dire situation, Lynn surprisingly couldn't muster any feelings of panic.
How to fight back when one is being strangled and suffocated?
Of course, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!
Since I can't breathe, why doesn't everyone just stop breathing?
Lynn sensed the vast elements in the void, and with a thought, he used his mental power as a web to instantly extract the active oxygen molecules.
What happens when a person continues to breathe in a low-oxygen environment?
Andrew was the best example!
A large amount of ineffective gas rushed into his lungs, and his blood pressure rapidly increased. In just a few breaths, signs of hypoxia had already appeared. Lynn keenly noticed the signs of weakness in the hand that was gripping his neck.
Now is the time!
Lynn suddenly opened his eyes. Based on his previous memories, the positions and reactions of everyone in the room were transformed into data in his mind. He could even perform a detailed force analysis on his neck based on the angle at which Andrew raised his arm.
Countless complex data were sorted in an instant, and Lynn constructed a 100% accurate three-dimensional image in his mind, deducing the best sword-fighting plan.
[Raise the hand and thrust directly at a 47-degree angle!]
Lynn's arm raised in sync, and he thrust out a short sword. The iron tower-like man in front of him, under the strong hypoxia reaction, had completely lost the ability to resist. He could only watch as the tip of the sword pierced his neck.
The fragile neck couldn't withstand the sharp short sword. Crimson blood sprayed out like a fountain, splattering on Lynn's clothes and face.
Andrew's eyes widened, his mouth unconsciously gaping open. His hands clung tightly to the gaping wound in his neck, and he fell down with fear and unwillingness in his eyes.
Lynn didn't hesitate. The moment he broke free from the stranglehold, he kicked Andrew's body aside, sending it toward the stunned Blaine. Lynn, on the other hand, quickly moved out of the low-oxygen area using the rebounding force.
Blaine hadn't expected the situation to suddenly reverse, and a look of shock instantly appeared on his face. His reaction was a beat slower, and he instinctively took Andrew's body when he saw the lifeless state he was in. After examining the gruesome sight, his pupils shrank, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to his heart.
The greenish-purple complexion, the black-red lips, and the dilated pupils all proved that Andrew had suddenly fallen into suffocation, resulting in his neck being pierced without any defenses! How was that possible?
Blaine was filled with fear. Just a moment ago, it was clear that Andrew had been strangling Lynn's neck, but now he was inexplicably suffocated. Could this be some strange curse, enemy using self-injurious magic?
Lynn breathed heavily in a regular rhythm, quickly regaining the vitality of his limbs. Being locked in a stranglehold for a full minute, combined with forcibly manipulating a large amount of oxygen elements, had left his brain throbbing slightly.
Despite using the principle of suffocation to kill one of them by chance, Lynn didn't dare to relax in the slightest. The brief encounter had made him realize the gap between both sides.
According to his memory, these witch hunters were all elite individuals with exceptional skills. The swordsmanship of the original body could deal with a few bandits, but when faced with the witch hunters sent by the Church, it was clear that it was insufficient.
Various thoughts flashed through Lynn's mind, and then a warning sound rang out.
[Warning:
In overload mode, system energy is rapidly depleting, and forced shutdown is expected in two minutes and thirty seconds.]
Lynn's body paused involuntarily, only then realizing that the sudden increase in his control over the elements was thanks to the assistance of the AI.
So... let's try magic!
Lynn's gaze sharpened as he tightly held the blood-stained short sword in his hand. His mental power once again spread out into the air, frantically capturing the 'water elements'...
A ball of water appeared in the void, quickly condensing into shape...
First-tier spell - Icy Blade
The Icy Blade, carrying a bone-chilling cold, shot like an arrow from the bowstring. Blaine's expression changed, and he didn't choose to confront it head-on. He angled his longsword, deflecting the spell off its course.
However, this momentary pause meant that Lynn had already completed his spell preparation. Gray powder floated in Lynn's palm, then explosively transformed into a scorching fireball.
That was another first-tier spell Lynn had mastered - Fireball
The room's temperature rose suddenly. Both being first-level spells, Fireball was much more powerful than Icy Blade.
The most critical part was that there was no way to escape in this small room!
Blaine smelled the scent of fire, so he suddenly kicked the broken cabinet, sending it hurtling toward the raging fireball. Then, he flipped Andrew's body over and used it as a human shield.
In the next moment, the fireball collided with the shattered cabinet, exploding with intense heat, filling the entire room.
Lynn stared intently at the scattering smoke and dust, struggling to catch his breath. He didn't have an exact idea of the power of a first-tier spell, but from the effect, it seemed no weaker than a combination of a hand grenade and an incendiary device. If he had faced it head-on, he would have been gravely injured or worse.
Just as he was thinking this, a sharp longsword cut through the hazy smoke, its blade illuminated by the fire. It was aimed straight at Lynn.
The speed of this strike was astonishing, and by the time Lynn realized it, the sharp longsword was nearly at his throat!
Fortunately, at this moment, thanks to the connection between his neural network and the smart brain. Lynn's reaction speed had increased several times, and his body's coordination had greatly improved. He held the sword horizontally with his right hand, his left hand pressed against his right wrist, and his body crouched slightly, with the sword tip supported against the uneven wall.
Clang!
A sharp, harsh clang echoed in the narrow room. Upon contact, Lynn felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the sword tip, supported against the wall, had deeply embedded itself in the wall. A long, slender crack had appeared on the blade.
So heavy...
Lynn's mind was left with only this one thought. He then let go of the sword with both hands, sank to the ground, and narrowly evaded a kicking leg with a few tumbles.
A fierce wind passed over his head, followed by another dull sound. Lynn turned to look, and the fragmented wall had been dented by the kick.
[Wall structure under the impact of approximately 1.75 tons]
In an instant, a data analysis flashed through his mind, and Lynn's pupils shrank. If he had taken a direct kick, his internal organs would have definitely burst open.
Body modification? Cyborg? Qi cultivation?
Lynn was well aware that a normal person, even after the most scientific professional training, could never kick with such terrifying force.
This completely surpassed the limits of the human body!