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In the Arena, Mu Deng stood relaxed with his hands behind his back, not taking Lin Yin seriously at all.
"I'll let you use one hand; don't say I'm bullying a girl," Mu Deng said with a smile.
"You'd better pray for an extra hand; here comes my attack," Lin Yin replied, a smirk playing on her lips as she activated her techniques. The thin strands of Spiritual Energy within her flowed, making her figure dart towards Mu Deng like the wind.
Mu Deng's casual demeanor faded, replaced by a serious expression. It seemed that Lin Yin was more formidable than he had anticipated. He remembered his master's teachings: never underestimate anyone in battle. His eyes sharpened as he focused on Lin Yin. Although she moved swiftly, he could still track her movements.
The two engaged in a fierce duel, their figures intertwining like shadows in a dance. Mu Deng had initially intended to hold back and fight with one hand, but within moments he found himself struggling. He had no choice but to use both hands and give it his all. Although he felt he was breaking his promise, it was better than being defeated by Lin Yin.
With a loud thud, Mu Deng stomped his foot on the ground, creating a deep crater in the marble floor as if a steel pillar had crashed down.
The sound of cracking marble echoed as the entire Arena's floor began to resemble a spiderweb.
In terms of combat experience, Lin Yin was indeed no match for Mu Deng. However, she practiced celestial techniques that allowed her to move with agility and speed. Despite Mu Deng's brute strength and aggressive style, he couldn't get close enough to Lin Yin. After dozens of exchanges, neither side had gained the upper hand.
Mu Deng grew increasingly anxious, his face flushed and contrasting sharply with his earlier calm demeanor; he even appeared somewhat flustered.
"Are you playing with me?" Mu Deng shouted in frustration. Lin Yin continued to evade him without engaging directly, causing his internal energy to boil over in chaos. In contrast, Lin Yin maintained her composure, her skin as smooth as jade without even a bead of sweat on her brow. If this continued, Mu Deng would exhaust himself.
"You're just incompetent," Lin Yin chuckled lightly.
Being mocked for incompetence by a young woman was something no man could tolerate. Although Mu Deng had initially respected Lin Yin, anger now consumed him.
"Fine, if that's how it is, I won't play with you anymore," Mu Deng declared angrily, his aura surging as his presence intensified dramatically.
As a Master of Transformation and a martial arts prodigy with the deep heritage of Shen Xue Men behind him, Mu Deng was indeed exceptional.
He firmly planted his stance and concentrated his energy before unleashing Inner Strength Threads towards Lin Yin.
"It is said that Transformation Realm Experts can project their Inner Energy outward and condense it into threads that can kill with a breath. Today’s display is truly extraordinary," many martial artists observed with envy.
However, some younger martial artists found it hard to believe.
"These Inner Strength Threads are just like our breath turning into mist in winter; how can such a thin thread kill? It probably couldn't even cut through a leaf!"
Hearing the younger generation's skepticism, the elders admonished them sternly. "If you don't understand something, keep quiet! If you offend a master from the Hidden Sect, we will be doomed! And don’t underestimate the Inner Strength Threads of a Master of Transformation; this is real energy condensed—it can cut through metal and stone and slice through flesh like cutting watermelon. Just wait and see; if that young girl gets touched by these Inner Strength Silk Threads, it will be like being struck by knives or axes—she could lose limbs or worse."
"Is it really that powerful?" The younger ones stared wide-eyed at the spectacle unfolding in the Arena.
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