232 Trump Card

Lin Chuan was like a torn ragdoll as he was flung around by Shen Yulong, who held his collar. No matter how Shen Yulong wilfully mocked him, he did not react.

"Even if you ran 10 km ahead of me at the start, it's fine. I've caught up to you now. We're all four-star superhumans, but I have forty-nine Shooting Star Blades protecting me. What are you going to use to fight against me?"

Shen Yulong vented the grudge he had held onto for ten years and said smugly, "Each Shooting Star Blade is made from a meteor from outer space and crystalized organs from Hell Beasts. The best runic symbol masters have also been hired to refine them. 

"They were soaked in superbeast blood to nourish them, and the best older generation fighters in the Shen family used their vitality magnetic fields to repeatedly stimulate them so that their essences were branded inside. The value of this set of weapons is something people like you can never imagine.