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In the Arena, Mu Deng stood relaxed with his hands behind his back, completely dismissing Lin Yin.
"I'll let you use one hand; don’t say I’m bullying a girl," Mu Deng said with a smile.
"You should pray for an extra hand instead. Here it comes!" Lin Yin replied, a smirk playing on her lips as she activated her technique. The thin strands of Spiritual Energy within her surged, propelling her forward like the wind straight towards Mu Deng.
Mu Deng’s casual demeanor faded, replaced by a serious expression. It seemed that Lin Yin was more formidable than he had anticipated. He recalled his master’s teachings: never underestimate anyone in battle. His eyes sharpened as he focused on Lin Yin. Despite her impressive speed, he could still gauge her movements.
The two engaged in a fierce exchange, their figures darting like shadows in a dance of combat. Initially, Mu Deng intended to conceal half of his strength and face Lin Yin with one hand, but within moments he found himself struggling. He had no choice but to use both hands and give it his all; it was better than being defeated by Lin Yin.
“Boom!”
Mu Deng stomped down hard, as if a steel pillar had crashed into the ground, creating a deep crater in the marble floor.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The sound of shattering marble echoed throughout the Arena, the floor cracking like spiderwebs beneath their feet. In terms of practical combat skills, Lin Yin was indeed inferior to Mu Deng at this moment. However, she practiced celestial techniques that granted her agility and swiftness. Although Mu Deng fought with brute force and aggression, he couldn’t close the distance to Lin Yin. After dozens of exchanges, neither side had gained the upper hand.
Now, Mu Deng felt increasingly anxious; his face flushed red, contrasting sharply with his earlier calm demeanor. He appeared somewhat flustered.
“Are you toying with me?” Mu Deng shouted angrily. Lin Yin continued to evade him without engaging directly, causing his internal energy to boil over in frustration. Meanwhile, Lin Yin remained composed, her skin as flawless as jade without even a bead of sweat on her brow. If this continued, Mu Deng would exhaust himself.
“It’s just your incompetence,” Lin Yin chuckled lightly.
Being publicly mocked for incompetence by a young woman was something no man could tolerate. Mu Deng had initially regarded Lin Yin with newfound respect; now only anger filled him.
“Fine! Since that’s how it is, I won’t play with you anymore,” Mu Deng declared angrily. His aura surged dramatically as he gathered his energy.
As a Master of Transformation and a martial arts prodigy backed by the century-old heritage of Shen Xue Men, Mu Deng was indeed formidable.
He steadied himself in a horse stance, grounding his energy deep within before unleashing a stream of Inner Strength Threads towards Lin Yin.
“It is said that Transformation Realm Experts can project their Inner Energy into threads that can kill with a breath; witnessing it today is truly astonishing,” many martial artists observed with envy.
However, some younger practitioners found it hard to believe.
“These Inner Strength Threads are just like our breath forming mist in winter; can such a thin thread really kill? It probably couldn’t even cut through leaves!”
Hearing the younger generation’s skepticism, the elders admonished them sternly. “Don’t speak without understanding! If you offend a master from the Hidden Sect, we’ll be doomed! And don’t underestimate the Inner Strength Threads of a Master of Transformation; this is genuine energy condensed into form—it can cut through metal and stone and slice through flesh like cutting watermelon. Just wait and see; if that girl gets touched by these Inner Strength Silk Threads, it’ll be like being struck by knife or axe—at best she’ll lose limbs; at worst…”
“So powerful?” The younger ones looked on in shock, their eyes wide as they watched the unfolding scene in the Arena.
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