Ling now suspected that Lin Feng had some peculiar obsessive-compulsive disorder, requiring perfect symmetry on both sides.
It was the same when he had attacked Ling's kidneys before.
But what Ling suspected even more was just how powerful Lin Feng had become in his current state.
For cosmic powerhouses, instantaneous spatial travel was nothing unusual.
For those at the Omniversal level like themselves, it was as simple as drinking water.
However, individuals with teleportation abilities would create their own spatial wormholes when using spatial movement.
In essence, it was akin to a wormhole with personal identification.
The spatial wormhole, which only appeared due to Ling's existence, possessed an independent and cryptographically secure restriction.
Logically, as long as Ling wasn't transporting someone else, no entity other than himself should appear within his spatial wormhole.
The fact that Lin Feng's punch could reach into his spatial wormhole was mind-boggling.
It was as if Lin Feng had suddenly materialized inside Ling's body and landed a punch!
The only method Ling knew to achieve such a feat was by ascending dimensions...
To perceive a personal spatial wormhole created by an Omniversal being, one could only view it from a higher dimension...
He had previously restricted Lin Feng from teleporting out of this space, but that was entirely different from piercing into his personal spatial wormhole!
Fear, unnoticed, began to creep back into Ling's heart.
He even forgot to heal the wounds on his face for a moment.
On the spot, Lin Feng retracted his fist.
The energy field wrapped around his arm had become extremely unstable.
The power Lin Feng was wielding was about to exceed the universe's tolerance.
Such power should not exist in three-dimensional space, yet the cosmic consciousness could do nothing to Lin Feng, resorting to such a warning.
Frowning slightly, Lin Feng waved his left hand over his arm, and the distorted energy fields twisted a couple of times before disappearing.
Simultaneously, the uncomfortable feeling of being restricted vanished along with them.
It seemed he needed to resolve Ling quickly...
Lin Feng muttered to himself and looked at Ling again.
Then Lin Feng realized that he had only thrown two punches, but it seemed to have stunned Ling into a daze...
He remained floating in space, not bothering to get up, as if he had given up.
So arrogant before, now so vulnerable?
Lin Feng leaped and flew to a spot not far from Ling.
"Coward, lost the courage to even retaliate?"
A golden aura surged around Lin Feng as he crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly to look at Ling, exuding an imposing presence.
He taunted him slightly, but Ling did not get angry as expected.
"This kind of ability should not exist in the universe..." Ling finally came to his senses, his gaze on Lin Feng's face becoming calm once more.
Lin Feng furrowed his brow, raised his arm, and looked at his palm.
Indeed, that punch he had thrown had accurately struck Ling while he was teleporting, which was an unexpected outcome.
At that moment, inspiration struck Lin Feng, and he instinctively locked onto Ling's spatial location.
In less than a second, Lin Feng felt his vision and perception ascend to an indescribable, terrifying level.
It was as if he were watching a scene unfold, with Ling as a character in a movie, his trajectory clearly visible to Lin Feng, allowing him to predict it with clarity!
That moment felt incredibly strange.
Even Lin Feng himself didn't know, nor could he ascertain, the intensity he had reached at that time.
"Stop spewing nonsense."
"Do you have any last words?"
Seeing Ling as if he had lost all will to fight, Lin Feng asked.
Ling did not answer Lin Feng.
His gaze bypassed Lin Feng, looking towards the planet that had birthed his current form.
"Pathetic..."
Ling sighed suddenly.
Various negative emotions welled up within him, but the most prominent was a sense of indignant grievance.
Why did Lin Feng possess such power in such a short time, merely a few years?
All sorts of treasures and opportunities seemed to fall into his lap, chasing him.
His progress in one year surpassed the diligent efforts of most people over a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand years.
Was this the protagonist? The protagonist's halo.
This was precisely what Ling had always detested the most.
It was because of these things that he, as a system, could only be an auxiliary; even with power far exceeding his host's, he couldn't shake this illusory halo?
After possessing the host, he thought he had broken free from this constraint, but reality had played another trick on him by sending Lin Feng.
What was this? Was it a punishment from the protagonist's halo for possessing a host?
"My plans for so many years, my waiting for so many years, my efforts for so many years, are they so fragile against this halo..."
Ling thought this, and unconsciously spoke it aloud.
On the other side, Lin Feng's brows furrowed.
"What strange nonsense are you babbling about."
"If you've lost your will to fight, I can give you a chance to end yourself, Ling!"
Lin Feng's arms remained crossed.
He didn't mind giving Ling a chance to end himself.
He admitted Ling's power was immense, even terrifyingly so.
But Lin Feng was an even more buggy existence.
Under overclocking, Lin Feng had a vague feeling and suspicion.
Perhaps it was the primordial cosmic consciousness outside the Fourth Wall that, sensing Ling as a future threat, had sent Lin Feng to the Marvel universe, rather than for the reasons the system had stammered out before.
However, these things were not important now.
After Ling's complete demise, Lin Feng believed he would be able to return to the outside of the Fourth Wall.
It was as if something, somewhere, was telling him this.
This was also what Lin Feng had sensed when he threw his second punch.
"End myself?"
Ling's voice changed pitch, and his shoulders began to shake.
He wasn't crying, but laughing.
The shaking of his shoulders grew more intense, and Ling gradually burst into laughter.
His laughter was manic, yet carried a hint of relief.
"A fine suggestion, to end myself."
"But I am not reconciled. I must try again."
After a self-mocking laugh, Ling's face suddenly fell, and he stared at Lin Feng with seriousness.
"I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled!"
"Do you understand, Lin Feng? I am not reconciled!"
Ling repeated each word with earnestness.
The intense unwillingness made even Lin Feng frown.
"Since I am not reconciled, let me see just how much power it takes to shatter that wall, to kill a protagonist!"
A terrifying light flashed in Ling's eyes. Lin Feng saw a resolute expression and a spirit of defiance in him.
The next second, the myriad stars within space began to tremble.
Following suit, the entire boundless expanse of space also began to shake...