Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution

"I did it... I really did it... I have truly mastered the Song Secret Skill..." Lin Shen's excited face showed a shade of guilt, "Little Star, because the Song Secret Skill you taught me was so incredible, I initially doubted you, wondering if you were deceiving me, I'm sorry, I was really too ignorant back then..."
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As he spoke, Lin Shen sincerely extended his fist, seemingly wanting to bump fists with Little Star as a gesture of friendship.

Of course, Little Star didn't have fists. In the past, it would bump fists with Lin Shen using its eyes, to show friendship and encouragement. This was something Little Star had taught Lin Shen, usually encouraging Lin Shen to practice the Song Secret Skill even harder. It had always been Little Star initiating the gesture.

But this time, Little Star was still stuck in a bewildered state, not reacting in time. It was still pondering what Lin Shen meant by mastering the Song Secret Skill.

The skill, which it had hypothesized, was just conjured from imagination—how could it possibly become a real Song Secret Skill?

And what was with this touching speech? It even made Little Star feel a slight discomfort in its heart.

Seeing that it didn't react, Lin Shen proactively moved his fist forward, gently tapping it beside the eye of Little Star.

Little Star instinctively tilted its eye and bumped against Lin Shen's fist.

But after the bump, Lin Shen's fist didn't withdraw like before. Seemingly intentional yet unintentional, after loosening his fist, he pressed a spot on Little Star's neck area.

Caught in surprise and a slight sense of guilt, Little Star hadn't anticipated this at all.

Of course, the main reason was that Little Star didn't believe Lin Shen had the capacity to hurt it, so it lacked any psychological anticipation.

In such a situation, Lin Shen's fingers pressed easily against the neck of Little Star, and suddenly Little Star felt a numbness take over its body, losing complete control over its physical form as if it had become a vegetative being.

Little Star was instantly alarmed and tried to activate the strength within its body, but it couldn't feel its body at all—as if its consciousness had been severed from its physical form.

Lin Shen's fingers danced, swiftly applying pressure to the visibly accessible acupoints on Little Star's body, utilizing the one-in-ten certainty trait to seal them.

The acupoints on Little Star's body were not as numerous as those on humanoid lifeforms, and some were even hidden inside snail-like shells, which made Acupoint Sealing difficult without the one-in-ten certainty.

One-in-ten certainty did not mean that only one in ten attempts would be successful; normally the effect was consistent, but the tenth time was guaranteed.

The few fingers Lin Shen had applied with great force had no apparent effect, and it was only when the one-in-ten moment arrived that the Acupoint Sealing took effect.

This made him somewhat relieved. He was glad he had been cautious, taking the opportunity to seal Little Star first, because judging by Little Star's physical strength, Lin Shen might not have stood a chance. Trying to hit the same acupoint on Little Star ten times in a row would've been nearly impossible.

With a face full of shock and disbelief, Little Star opened its mouth to say something but realized it couldn't even move its mouth, let alone make a sound.

"Little Star, I don't have time to waste words with you. Answer my question, or I'll kill you. Tell me, how to get to that planet full of ancient temples," Lin Shen said as he released one of the acupoints on Little Star, restoring its ability to speak.

Shocked, Little Star looked at Lin Shen and said, "You... You're Tian... It's impossible... How could you possibly have come from Secret God Star?"

As soon as the words left its mouth, Little Star realized that it could talk again. The next second, Little Star tried to summon its power to kill Lin Shen.

But it was startled to find that despite regaining its voice, it still had no control over its body.

"What skill is this? To actually be able to control my body, the innate abilities of Ascenders couldn't possibly have such an effect…" Little Star was both shocked and furious; it had been deceived by Lin Shen.

It had thought Lin Shen was the clown being played in its hands, but it turned out that the real clown was itself.

"It seems you don't want to live," Lin Shen's face grew cold as he took out the Scrap Sword from within his spatial storage, pointing it at Little Star and said, "Now, I'll ask one question, and you'll answer one. Otherwise, don't blame me for being heartless."

"Trash," Little Star said disdainfully.

Without another word, Lin Shen directly executed a Scrap Sword Skill strike towards its neck, the Blade Qi with a strong cutting effect slashed at Little Star's neck but couldn't even leave a scratch, let alone saw through.

The edge of the Scrap Sword struck directly on it, but like filing metal with a rasp, as he sawed, Little Star's neck seemed rubbery, twisting along with the blade, completely ineffective.

Little Star burst out laughing, "Trash will always be trash. Even if I stand here without moving and let you kill me as you please, you can't harm a single hair on my head."

"I indeed can't hurt a single hair on your head because you don't have that stuff," Lin Shen said as he lifted the Scrap Sword and pressed it directly onto Little Star's snail shell and started to file it.

Crack! Squeak!

"Don't waste your effort, my shell has been forged through ninety-nine to eighty-one processes, its strength comparable to Immortal…" Before Little Star could finish speaking, it saw some colored powder drifting before its eyes.

"Damn it… you… you…" Little Star was both shocked and angry, emitting a sharp cry of alarm.

It had never imagined its snail shell could be damaged, and had never anticipated that the sword in Lin Shen's hand could really harm its snail shell.

Lin Shen didn't pay it any attention and kept filing intensely with the Scrap Sword.

The snail shell was indeed unimaginably hard; with Lin Shen's strength, it was impossible to even scratch the shell.

But as he filed repeatedly with the Scrap Sword, it ground out a shallow mark on the snail shell.

Although it was slow, with persistence, even a metal rod can be ground into a needle – eventually, the snail shell would wear through.

The hardness of the Scrap Sword was beyond imagination, somehow harder than the snail shell itself.

Little Star claimed its shell was as strong as Immortal, and Lin Shen believed that, but the Scrap Sword was clearly harder, grinding the snail shell into colorful powder that floated away.

"Stop… stop it…" Little Star was clearly becoming panicked.

Lin Shen kept silent, as if he hadn't heard at all, and continued filing away, with more and more colored powder drifting off.

Little Star was both angry and anxious, but its body couldn't move at all, the strength within not heeding its commands. It had no way to deal with Lin Shen.

Little Star wanted to call the Dream Beast over, but the whistle to summon the Dream Beast was inside its snail shell, which it was equally unable to use.