Lightning-type E-rank? My Space-time-type S-rank can't be hidden anymore!

It's not the "run" of escaping, it's the "run" of being pulled.

He took full advantage of his speed as a lightning-type ability user.

Silvery-white lightning kept exploding beneath his feet, each explosion accompanied by a sudden change in direction.

His figure left afterimages in the mist, moving erratically in all directions.

The middle-aged man's first luminous ball struck the spot where he had just stood, blasting a crater two meters in diameter into the ground. The shattered bluestone slabs were melted into dark red magma by the intense heat.

Lin Yuan bounced to the left side just before the light sphere hit the ground.

The second glowing orb chased after him.

He twisted his body forcefully in mid-air, tapped his spear on the ground, and used the momentum to shift sideways, narrowly avoiding the direct impact of the light sphere.

But the aftershock of the ball of light grazing his right shoulder still scorched a patch of his black clothes, leaving his skin burning with pain.

The third shot.

The fourth shot.

The fifth shot.

The middle-aged man seemed to be playing a cat-and-mouse game, firing off ball after ball of light at a leisurely pace, each one grazing past Lin Yuan's body.

He was testing Lin Yuan's speed limits and also exhausting Lin Yuan's stamina.

Lin Yuan's breathing finally began to become heavier.

It wasn't that I was hit; it's that my lightning-based abilities were being used up too much.

Moving at full speed at this frequency, burning his supernatural power every second, his lightning-type supernatural power reserves were rapidly decreasing.

Can't delay any longer.

In the instant he changed direction, he gently hooked his left index finger.

Space-time ability activated.

It's not a large-scale time stop. With his current level 1, 2nd level spacetime system, he can't stop a 2nd level 5 enemy.

But he doesn't need to pause... he just needs to disrupt.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to condense the sixth luminous sphere, he suddenly felt his fingers freeze for a moment.

The time was extremely short, less than one-tenth of a second.

But that was enough for Lin Yuan to rush in front of him.

Lightning exploded at the tip of the spear, blindingly bright.

"Thunder Moves Through the Nine Heavens - Third Form: Thunderous Movement"

This is the same move he used to defeat Su Qingyue yesterday.

The spear shot out like a dragon, piercing straight into the middle-aged man's chest.

The lightning crackling around the tip of the spear was more solid than yesterday, the silvery-white arc of electricity almost compressed into a line, like a stretched silver needle.

The middle-aged man narrowed his left eye.

He didn't hide.

A dark red light condensed into a palm-sized rune shield on his chest, which blocked Lin Yuan's spear tip.

Ding--

A crisp sound.

The spear tip pierced the rune shield, lightning exploded, and the dark red patterns on the rune shield flickered violently, but ultimately it did not shatter.

Lin Yuan's spear tip was deflected by the recoil.

But this was exactly the backlash Lin Yuan was waiting for!

Using the force of the recoil, he flipped the spear in his hand, then flicked the butt of the spear upwards, striking the middle-aged man squarely in the chin.

All the power of the nine rounds of bone tempering is concentrated on this point at the end of the spear.

The middle-aged man's head snapped back, and he staggered back two steps, revealing a bloody gash on his chin.

Blood flowed down his neck, staining the collar of his cloak red.

He steadied himself and reached out to touch his chin.

His palms were covered in blood.

He looked down at the blood on his palm and remained silent for a second.

Then he laughed.

"Good, very good," he said, his voice carrying a chilling pleasure.

A dark red light emanated from his entire body.

Instead of individual orbs of light, they coalesced into a dark red light curtain behind him.

The light screen was filled with countless runes, each one an inverted eye pattern, all open and staring at Lin Yuan.

Second-tier, fifth level, unleashing full power.

Lin Yuan knew he couldn't withstand this attack.

His lightning-based abilities were almost depleted, and he had also used up most of his spacetime-based abilities in that last hook.

Nine-wheeled bones can withstand normal attacks, but they absolutely cannot withstand a full-force attack from a Tier 2, Level 5 rune master.

But he did not back down.

Just then, he heard a voice.

It didn't come from inside the fog; it came from outside the fog.

More precisely, it came from outside this enclosed space.

A dull thud.

It was as if something had crashed heavily onto the edge of the gray-black mist.

Then comes the second tone.

Third tone.

When the third sound rang out, a crack appeared on the fog wall.

It's not a crack in the physical sense, but rather a crack at the spatial level.

The gray-black mist resembled a shattered pane of glass, with cracks spreading in all directions from the point of impact. Dark red runes shattered, peeled off, and turned to ash within the cracks.

Fourth tone.

The entire enclosed space shattered.

The gray-black fog receded like the tide, dissipating in all directions and revealing the real world that had been hidden.

The familiar street in front of the Su residence.

The shops on both sides are still there, the roadside stalls are still there, and the sunlight overhead is still there.

The pedestrians on the street were so frightened by the commotion that they hid inside the shops, peeking out cautiously.

The middle-aged man's smile froze.

Before he could unleash his full power, the light barrier behind him trembled violently from the impact of the shattering space, and the runes extinguished one after another.

Then he saw a fist.

This isn't a metaphor; it's a real fist.

A pale fist smashed in from the broken mist, landing squarely on his cheek.

The middle-aged man was sent flying horizontally, traversing the entire street, crashing through the door of a fabric shop, and then smashing the counter inside.

Finally, it embedded itself in the wall behind it, creating a human-shaped dent.

Broken bricks and sawdust fell down, covering him completely.

Shen Man walked in from the street corner where the fog had completely dissipated.

She was still wearing the same loose, dark red sweatshirt she wore yesterday, with two drawstrings at the back of the hood that were of different lengths.

His right hand remained in a punching stance, with dark red lightning still lingering on the surface of his fist.

It wasn't ordinary silver-white lightning; it was dark red, like congealed blood.

Tier 5, Level 3, Lightning type.

She wasn't holding her milk tea in her hand; instead, she had it tucked into the large pocket on the stomach of her hoodie.

The straw was tilted, and the pearls inside had sunk to the bottom.

"You dare touch my student?"

She withdrew her fist, shook the dust off her hands, and spoke in a lazy tone.

Lin Yuan leaned against the wall, his spear supporting him on the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Lin Yuan took a breath and said, "Teacher Shen, you spilled your milk tea."

Shen Man looked down and saw that some of the milk tea in her pocket had indeed spilled out when she threw the punch. The dark red lightning evaporated the spilled milk tea into a small cloud of white mist.

She raised her head expressionlessly.

"You pay."

Lin Yuan laughed out loud.

At the end of the street, a middle-aged man embedded in the wall struggled to raise his head.

The inverted eye pattern in his left eye was rapidly fading.

His face was covered in blood, and the wound Lin Yuan had left on his chin was still oozing blood. Shen Man's punch had left a clear fist mark on his left cheek, and half of his face was swollen.

He looked at Shen Man, then at Lin Yuan.

Suddenly, he burst into maniacal laughter...