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The footsteps outside the cave grew closer, and Lin Yuan and Su Jiu'er held their breath, nerves taut like players awaiting the arrival of a boss—tense and thrilling.
Suddenly, a deep voice echoed from the cave entrance: "Listen up, those inside! We are from the Qi Gong Association. Come out!"
The voice struck Lin Yuan like thunder, jolting him awake. It seemed that this boss battle was finally about to begin!
Lin Yuan and Su Jiu'er exchanged a glance, determination evident in their eyes. They knew there was no escaping this; they could only brace themselves and face it head-on.
"What should we do?" Lin Yuan whispered, a hint of anxiety in his tone.
"Don't worry, I'm here," Su Jiu'er replied with a reassuring look before stepping out first.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Yuan clenched his fists and followed Su Jiu'er outside.
Standing before them were a dozen men dressed in black, all tall and imposing, radiating an intimidating presence that made it clear they were not to be trifled with. They wielded various weapons—knives, swords, and clubs—like soldiers preparing for battle.
At the forefront was a tall middle-aged man with short hair, a stern face, and sharp eyes that exuded a powerful aura, making it difficult to meet his gaze. This boss certainly commanded respect!
"Who are you? How dare you trespass in our training grounds!" the middle-aged man barked, his tone filled with hostility.
"We're just passing through and mean no offense," Su Jiu'er replied calmly, showing no signs of fear.
"Passing through? Hmph! I see you're here to steal our Qi Gong Association's secrets!" The middle-aged man scoffed, clearly unconvinced by Su Jiu'er's words.
"We're not interested in your secrets," Su Jiu'er maintained her composure. "We simply wish to train in peace without being disturbed."
"Training? I think you're just putting on an act!" the middle-aged man sneered. "If you know what's good for you, surrender quietly; otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"
"What do you want?" Lin Yuan couldn't help but ask, his tone laced with defiance.
"What's the matter? Hmph! Of course, it's to capture you and interrogate you thoroughly!" The middle-aged man sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Think you can catch us? We'll see if you have what it takes!" Lin Yuan replied, taking a fighting stance, ready to engage.
"You're overestimating yourself!" The middle-aged man said as he swung his longsword towards Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan didn't dare to be careless and quickly dodged. The man's swordplay was fierce, each strike lethal, resembling a boss skill from a game—powerful and difficult to defend against.
As Lin Yuan evaded, he looked for an opportunity to counterattack. Although he was unarmed, his body had been tempered by the Golden Armored Qilin and Lingqi, making him extraordinarily strong, as if he were wearing top-tier equipment with astonishing defense.
Suddenly, Lin Yuan seized a flaw and landed a punch squarely on the middle-aged man's chest.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the middle-aged man was knocked back several steps, surprise etched on his face. He hadn't expected this seemingly frail young man to possess such immense strength.
"Interesting," the middle-aged man sneered. "It seems I underestimated you."
"Realizing that now is too late!" Lin Yuan declared as he charged forward again.
An intense battle ensued. Lin Yuan and the middle-aged man exchanged blows, each struggling to gain the upper hand.
Su Jiu'er stood quietly to the side, watching the fight unfold without any intention of intervening. She understood that this was Lin Yuan's battle; she could not interfere.
Although Lin Yuan was not as strong as the middle-aged man, he had youth on his side, abundant stamina, and his combat skills were becoming increasingly refined—like a player leveling up, his fighting power continuously improving.
Gradually, the middle-aged man began to falter. His breathing grew labored, and his movements slowed down, resembling a robot running out of power.
"It seems today is my lucky day," Lin Yuan thought to himself, already catching a glimpse of victory.
At that moment, Lin Yuan's phone suddenly rang.
The unexpected ringtone broke the rhythm of the battle and distracted Lin Yuan.
The middle-aged man seized the opportunity and lunged forward with his sword, aiming for Lin Yuan's chest.
"Be careful!" Su Jiu'er exclaimed, wanting to rush in to save him, but it was already too late.
In a split second, Lin Yuan's phone erupted with a brilliant light, forming a golden shield that blocked the middle-aged man's attack.
This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.
What was happening?
Was this some kind of invincibility buff from a game?
Lin Yuan glanced down and saw a message displayed on his phone screen:
"Live Stream Teaching New Mode, coming soon!"
What did this mean?
Before Lin Yuan could ponder further, he felt a powerful force surge into his body. His strength skyrocketed in an instant, as if he had consumed ten bottles of Popeye's spinach, brimming with energy!
"What... what is happening?" Lin Yuan was filled with confusion, feeling as if he had activated some cheat, becoming incredibly powerful.
"It seems your Golden Finger has finally awakened," Su Jiu'er said with a smile, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
Golden Finger?
Lin Yuan suddenly remembered that Su Jiu'er had once mentioned he possessed a Golden Finger that could change his fate.
Could this be my Golden Finger?
Excitement surged within Lin Yuan; he felt as if he had just won the lottery, an unbelievable stroke of luck.
"Now, it's my turn!" Lin Yuan declared, raising his fist and charging at the middle-aged man.
His speed was like lightning, and his strength was immense, akin to a player in a game who had activated an invincible mode—no one could stand in his way.
The middle-aged man was no match for Lin Yuan; he was sent flying by a single punch, crashing heavily to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth as he lost the will to fight.
The other men in black, witnessing this, were terrified and scattered in panic, dropping their weapons and fleeing.
Lin Yuan did not pursue them. He stood still, watching the retreating figures of the men in black, his heart brimming with the joy of victory.
He knew this was just the beginning.
His journey in cultivation had only just begun...
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