Chapter 902: Violence
Front, who was wrestling with Lin Wuming, instinctively sensed the danger and, without a moment's delay, raised his other hand to catch the ribbon that was stabbing towards his face.
Hu Feng Toumi's attack was an "assassination"; the ribbon itself had no destructive power whatsoever, not even capable of scratching the enemy's palm. However, once caught, the very tip of the ribbon directly tore, continuing its trajectory towards the target.
Front tilted his head back, finally dodging the blow, but a bloody wound was still left on his cheek.
At the same time, Front's counterattack had already taken shape—his power, aided by the water's immersion, rapidly surged along the ribbon towards Hu Feng Toumi.
Lin Wuming noticed the enemy's subtle move and immediately manipulated kim kong sand to sever the ribbon, but he was still a bit slow.
Hu Feng Toumi grunted, and blood bloomed on her left hand, which was holding the ribbon.
Lin Wuming applied more force with his hand, attempting to directly crush Front's wrist with the aid of Nen.
But he still underestimated a Saint's physique—or rather, he underestimated the toughness of Front's body.
Possessing both Saint and Saintess physiques, he was a special among specials even among Saints.
With Lin Wuming's current powerful grip, which was strong enough to mold steel like play-doh, he surprisingly couldn't do anything to his opponent!
At close range, Front showed Lin Wuming a smile, which held a genuine sense of pleasure.
He disregarded the wound on his face, casually threw away that section of ribbon, and then, with a backhand, pulled out his weapon from his shadow—that huge steel rod, over five meters long!
Under absolute violence, Front completely disregarded the principle of "a longer inch is a stronger inch," and brazenly used this massive weapon as a close-quarters weapon, smashing it down on Lin Wuming, who was right in Front of him!
Lin Wuming only felt a fierce gust of wind descending from above his head, but he took no action against it, allowing the enemy to attack.
The steel rod groaned, Front's arm muscles bulged, instantly bursting his sleeve, and his five fingers dug deeply into the steel rod…
Indeed, just as Lin Wuming had predicted, the steel rod failed to touch him, and Front, as if wrestling with some invisible enemy, couldn't help but let out a low growl.
The steel rod snapped, flying into the air with a whistle, leaving Front with only the small gripped section in his hand…
"What a monster, such great strength!" Misaka Mikoto, not far behind Lin Wuming, felt cold sweat on her temples.
—Fortunately, the enemy used a steel weapon, which happened to be countered by me!
Front, of course, noticed that Misaka Mikoto was behind this, but his primary target at the moment was not her.
It didn't matter if he had no weapon; throwing away the steel remnant in his hand, Front swung his fist and smashed it towards Lin Wuming.
In an instant, the hundreds of Mind Power Barriers arrayed in Front of Lin Wuming shattered completely.
Lethal danger! Lin Wuming was forced into a "Bullet Time" state…
Immediately after, something even more surprising happened to Lin Wuming—in the "Bullet Time" state, Front's movements showed no significant signs of slowing down!
Someone could actually maintain normal movement in a "Bullet Time" state!
The last time he encountered an enemy of this caliber… was probably during the Archangel "God's Power" incident?
However, the Front before him seemed to correspond precisely to the power of "God's Power" Gabriel.
Lin Wuming pondered as he also swung his fist to meet the attack.
As countless Mind Power Barriers shattered, their fists collided head-on.
This was the first time Lin Wuming had fully unleashed a punch with Nen enhancement; it was also the first time Front had encountered someone who dared to clash fists with him head-on.
One could only say that this completely transcended the scope of a "melee," resembling less "fists" and more two missiles colliding head-on and then exploding.
The exploding air current instantly blew Lin Wuming away. Fortunately, he still held tightly onto Front's wrist, using this man, who stood rooted to the spot as if his feet had grown into the ground, as an anchor, which allowed him to stabilize his body.
Unlike Lin Wuming, who lacked experience in close-quarters combat, Front had a full understanding of his own strength and knew what kind of commotion that punch would cause, so he had prepared for the impact in advance.
—Heh, good strength, but still a rookie.
Seeing Lin Wuming's disheveled appearance, Front naturally had no intention of letting him go…
With a flick of his wrist, he easily broke free from Lin Wuming's grip and even seized Lin Wuming's wrist in return.
Immediately after, Front suddenly exerted his full body strength, swinging Lin Wuming in an arc through the air and slamming him heavily onto the ground.
—It was that strange sensation again, the force was shallow.
Although the hard road surface had been smashed into a large pit, Front knew that the power of this blow had been neutralized, and Lin Wuming was not injured.
Lin Wuming used the Mind Power Barrier as a buffer and, at the last moment, solidified his body, thus forcibly absorbing the impact of this slam without sustaining injury.
Front didn't care; if one hit wasn't enough, he would smash him a few more times—he would eventually break through his defense!
But he didn't know that with Lin Wuming's current mastery and application of Nen, even if he smashed this entire road to pieces, he wouldn't be able to truly harm him.
However, Lin Wuming also wasn't willing to passively endure the beating, and who knew if this God's Right Seat would take the opportunity to add other moves…
The kim kong sand transformed into buzzing, vibrating blades, cutting towards Front's neck.
Lin Wuming's attack was extremely sudden; the kim kong sand had always floated around him, almost invisible to the naked eye when dispersed, let alone on a dusty battlefield.
At this moment, under Lin Wuming's control, the kim kong sand suddenly converged, forming a blade, moving at extreme speed.
Even Front couldn't react in time… or rather, he didn't need to make any extra reaction for it.
Front tilted his head back, as if actively exposing his throat to the blade.
But when Lin Wuming's high-frequency vibrating blade cut onto him, it only stirred up a splash of water.
As a God's Right Seat who wielded the power of "water," Front could manipulate water flow to do all sorts of things at will.
Just like Lin Wuming controlled his kim kong sand.
Lin Wuming secretly clicked his tongue—he knew this guy wouldn't be so easy to kill.
However, he wasn't disappointed, as he never intended to resolve the enemy with this move from the start.
Lin Wuming took the opportunity to break free from Front's restraint and retreated.
Although he wasn't afraid of close-quarters combat, compared to the enemy, this was indeed not his strong suit. There was no need to continue entangling himself in the enemy's preferred domain; he needed to guide the battle into his own rhythm.
The range between ten and one hundred twenty meters was the area where Lin Wuming could best exert his strength.
