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Lin Yuan sprinted like a wild dog unleashed, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of his throat. "This woman is ruthless! Good thing I run fast; otherwise, she'd turn me into sashimi!" As he ran, he glanced back nervously, fearing that Han Lingyun would catch up. When she got angry, she was merciless.
The alarm in the laboratory blared loudly, the shrill sirens only adding to his anxiety. "What the hell? This noise is insane! If someone didn't know better, they'd think I stole an atomic bomb!" He mentally complained, finding the alarm even more annoying than his own broken alarm clock. He wondered if it would wake up the neighbor's poodle.
Following the route Su Jiu'er had given him, Lin Yuan twisted and turned through the maze-like corridors until he finally reached a secluded exit. It was well hidden; without Su Jiu'er’s tip-off, he would have never found it. He pulled open a rusted iron door, and a wave of damp air hit him, mingled with the "fragrance" of mouse droppings and mold that nearly made him gag. "What kind of hellhole is this? It stinks worse than my bathroom! Su Jiu'er must be doing this on purpose!" He covered his nose and stepped inside, feeling as if he had fallen into a garbage dump.
As soon as he entered, the iron door slammed shut with a loud clang, echoing ominously down the corridor. Lin Yuan jumped in fright, nearly losing his mind. "What’s going on? Is this a trap? Su Jiu'er, you little trickster!" He cursed inwardly; the scene reminded him of something out of a horror movie—dark and eerie enough to send chills down his spine. What if something like Sadako suddenly appeared? He rubbed his arms to chase away the goosebumps that had formed.
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared behind him with astonishing speed, like a gust of wind bringing an icy chill. Before Lin Yuan could react, he was struck in the back with a powerful blow, sending him flying like a kite with its string cut. He crashed heavily to the ground, feeling as if his insides had shifted and his bones might shatter. "Ouch! My back!" he groaned in pain, feeling as though he had been hit by a truck.
"Cough cough..." Lin Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if fire had ignited in his throat. "Who? Who ambushed me? Come out and fight me one-on-one!" Struggling to lift his head, he saw only a blurry figure before him—tall and imposing, radiating an overwhelming pressure that made it hard for him to breathe.
"Are you Lin Yuan?" The shadow spoke in a deep voice that was cold and merciless, as if it came from the depths of hell. Lin Yuan felt as though he had been thrown into an ice cellar.
"Who... who are you?" Lin Yuan managed to ask through labored breaths, feeling like a mouse caught in the gaze of a giant python—completely immobilized. The pressure was more terrifying than Han Lingyun!
"I am Ying," the shadow replied coldly. "Senior Advisor of the Qi Gong Association and your opponent."
"Ying? What kind of ridiculous name is that? It's worse than mine! If I didn't know better, I'd think you were some anime character!" Lin Yuan thought to himself, finding the name absurdly juvenile and lacking any intimidation factor. It would be cooler if he were called "Shadow Demon" or "Nightshade."
Ignoring Lin Yuan's inner monologue, Ying slowly raised his hand. A powerful Lingqi began to gather in his palm, forming a glowing sphere that radiated suffocating energy waves. "Die!" he declared coldly, his voice filled with murderous intent as if pronouncing Lin Yuan's death sentence.
Lin Yuan's heart sank in terror. "Oh no! This old guy is serious! Looks like I'm done for today!" He quickly activated his Gazing Ability, trying to find any weaknesses in his opponent. This old man’s Lingqi was stronger than anyone he had ever encountered—like a moving nuclear reactor!
The way Shadow's Lingqi operated was truly unique, unlike anyone Lin Yuan had ever encountered. His Lingqi flowed like dragons within him, rolling and surging with immense power and explosiveness. Lin Yuan felt as if he were a small boat facing towering waves, on the verge of being swallowed whole. If he were hit even once, he would likely be reduced to ashes.
"With such little skill, you dare to challenge me?" Shadow mocked, his tone dripping with disdain, as if he were looking at an ant.
Lin Yuan gritted his teeth. He knew he was no match for Shadow, but that didn’t mean he would simply give up. He was not the type to sit idly by and wait for his doom! He began to utilize his agile movements to evade Shadow's attacks while seeking an opportunity to counterattack. Like a nimble monkey, he darted around within Shadow's striking range, jumping up and down, dodging left and right.
Shadow's attack speed was incredibly fast, each strike infused with powerful Lingqi. Lin Yuan could barely manage to evade them, having no chance to fight back. He felt like a mouse trapped in a cage, at the mercy of his predator. This old man was ruthless; every blow was lethal, showing no mercy whatsoever!
"Kid, your struggles are in vain!" Shadow sneered, his voice filled with confidence as if victory was already assured.
Lin Yuan's stamina was rapidly depleting; sweat soaked through his clothes, and his breathing became increasingly labored. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He had to find a way to turn the tide; otherwise, he would truly be finished.
Just then, Lin Yuan suddenly realized that Shadow's attacks did not solely rely on Lingqi but were also enhanced by some sort of special technological means. He noticed a Black Metal Ring on Shadow's wrist, which glimmered faintly and seemed connected to the flow of his Lingqi. This revelation sparked a glimmer of hope within him.
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