Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 899 - 896: The Nemesis of Strength?

After removing the shirt, Lin Tian asked again, "Don’t need to take off the pants, right?"

"No need." Wang Wanxi answered with just two words and walked behind Lin Tian.

Lin Tian felt a tickle on the back of his neck, knowing that Wang Wanxi’s hand was already on him. Her hand was very warm, very soft. Wang Wanxi’s hand gently caressed down along the spine, and Lin Tian didn’t know what she was doing, so he just stood still.

"No, you don’t have..." Wang Wanxi suddenly said, her voice filled with disappointment.

Lin Tian found it strange and couldn’t help asking, "Aunt Wang, what don’t I have on my body?"

"When Yun Tian was born, there was a faint birthmark on his back, but there’s no birthmark on your back." Wang Wanxi said.

Birthmark on the back? Lin Tian was taken aback; he really hadn’t paid attention to whether there was a birthmark on his back since he couldn’t see it. Who would foolishly use two mirrors to check their own back?

Moreover, it was a faint birthmark, even if someone saw it, they wouldn’t notice, let alone tell you. So Lin Tian really wasn’t sure if he had a birthmark or not.

The study was quiet for a moment. Lin Tian suddenly remembered something and said to Wang Wanxi, "Aunt Wang, my back has been injured before, a large area was burned."

He was referring to the injury he received last time at the Night Rose Bar during the fight with the Heavenly Master Girl. At that time, the Heavenly Master Girl used the Nine-character True Words technique to drive the Demon-suppressing Whip, and a purple thunderbolt struck right on his back.

The injury was quite severe then, a large area became charred black, and the wound wouldn’t heal for a long time until he absorbed the Moonlight Fruit, and the wound finally healed.

With the power of the Nine-character True Words and the Demon-suppressing Whip, a single thunderbolt would have burned away the skin, making it impossible for a birthmark to remain.

"Your back was really injured? Then why are there no scars?" Wang Wanxi asked, both surprised and puzzled.

This was hard to explain. It’s not like he could say he was a zombie with incredible recovery abilities that leave no scars. Lin Tian thought for a moment and had no choice but to bring up the non-existent sect again.

"Uh, Aunt Wang, actually, I’m an Ancient Martial Artist. My sect has this peculiar cultivation technique; after training, it allows quick recovery of injuries without leaving scars on the body." Lin Tian explained helplessly. He had given this explanation to Miss before.

And, considering the status of the Yun Family, Wang Wanxi, being knowledgeable, must understand Ancient Martial Artists because that ancient martial artist Mr. Wang is her relative. So Lin Tian felt that such an excuse wouldn’t seem abrupt.

"That makes sense. According to your information, you’re quite adept and have created many miracles. Only an Ancient Martial Artist could have such impressive skills, which are impossible for ordinary martial artists." Wang Wanxi affirmed. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"However, I still need to see for myself." She added.

"Oh, Aunt Wang wants me to prove it. However, I can understand; seeing is believing." Lin Tian said lightly.

Wanting to verify it was too easy. Lin Tian had mastered quite a few Ancient Martial skills by now, and any casual display would suffice.

He stepped back a few steps, moved to an open space, and was about to strike a pose to punch, but Wang Wanxi waved to stop him.

"Hold on, Xiao Tian, don’t just demonstrate, come on, punch me." She said this statement that left Lin Tian extremely shocked.

Lin Tian stood back, looking at the elegant beauty in front of him, slim and graceful, with a fair, pretty face, yet there was no hint that she knew martial arts.

"Aunt Wang, are you sure?" Lin Tian asked in surprise. A serene beauty showed no sign of knowing Ancient Martial, and he truly couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"Xiao Tian, stop hesitating, strike now!" Wang Wanxi shouted, suddenly shedding her serene nature and becoming spirited, especially with her eyes locked onto Lin Tian.

Interesting, Lin Tian revealed a slight smile, no longer hesitating. He clenched his right hand, and this simple grip gave off an explosive sound in the air.

Because Lin Tian’s punch speed was so fast, and the force was immense, the air was compressed rapidly, creating an explosive sound.

This explosion lit up Wang Wanxi’s eyes. Her aura changed again, and a battle spirit suddenly rose, surging like clouds and dragons.

This was just a battle of momentum before exchanging blows, yet in the study, the air seemed to have solidified, and even the cold wind outside dared not blow in.

Such a strong fighting spirit, but quite different from mine. Mine is vigorous and pressing forward unstoppably, but this spirit is tenacious and resilient, I’ve never encountered such strange momentum and fighting spirit before. Lin Tian carefully felt the oppressive battle spirit of Wang Wanxi, pondering in his mind.

But this made it more interesting, Lin Tian smiled inwardly, stepped forward a few steps, and took the initiative to break the deadlock, throwing a punch at Wang Wanxi.

Although Lin Tian controlled his power, the whirlwind from the punch still made the books on the desk rustle, and the white gauze by the window fluttered in the wind, as if the entire study was filled with Lin Tian’s fist strength.

Wang Wanxi’s scarf also swayed with the wind. At this moment, she looked like a celestial maiden about to ride the wind. Watching Lin Tian’s roaring punch, she calmly waited, and when the punch was about to reach her, Wang Wanxi stepped diagonally, drawing half a circle on the floor.

Then her hands came out, drawing a circle and accurately attaching to Lin Tian’s wrist.

The moment her hand was attached, Lin Tian felt his punch had struck a pile of cotton, and then the force of the punch was rapidly dissipating. It was as if the opponent had some kind of star-absorbing technique. No, it wasn’t absorbing inner strength but seemed like the punch force was continuously being dispersed elsewhere.

This was something he had never encountered before. What kind of Ancient Martial was this strange? Lin Tian felt his combat experience was still lacking, facing such mysterious Ancient Martial he had not seen before.

Seeing that the force of a punch was reaching its end, Lin Tian gritted his teeth, feeling stubborn. If you want me to dissipate, I will dissipate to the fullest, let’s see how much you can take!

With this thought, he shook his arm, and even more ferocious power poured out, rushing forward like a beast unleashed.

Wang Wanxi was about to succeed, waiting for Lin Tian’s force to dissipate completely, so she could follow up with another move. But who knew a force defying common sense suddenly appeared? An Ancient Martial Artist, even when punch force was waning, could unleash new power without having to recharge!

What kind of logic is this? What kind of Ancient Martial? Could Xiao Tian’s inner strength be boundless? A series of questions floated in Wang Wanxi’s mind.

Though her mind was running with thoughts, her actions didn’t stop. Instead, she pressed Lin Tian’s hand, leading him back while sidestepping.

Lin Tian’s force was originally forward, and with this pull, the combined forces made him involuntarily move forward.

Good god, isn’t this using one’s force against them, defeating the powerful with the subtle? No, she herself must be strong enough to receive the punch force to perform such a technique.

My combat style has always been known for strength. Could it be that I’ve encountered a nemesis this time? A thought flashed through Lin Tian’s mind.