"I'll fight you," Zhang Mingtao's expression darkened as he summoned his qi, preparing to fight to the death, but a figure in a blue robe landed in front of him: "You go take care of Xintong."
"Step back, the Rakshasa Sect is nothing!" At the same time, a loud shout resonated across the field. The figure in the blue robe altered his hand signs, and a fist-sized water column swept out, cutting through the air and aiming directly at the young man in fine clothes.
"Is that the new disciple taken in by the sect leader? How did he get involved?"
"Is his strength even greater than our senior brother’s to dare to confront death?"
"But he’s got guts, daring to fight against the Rakshasa Sect. I like that."
"Bang!"
The young man in fine clothes, initially intending to deal with Zhang Mingtao, was caught off guard by the sudden attack. His expression turned cold, his eyes filled with frost, as he changed his palm sign to meet the incoming water column.
The two forces collided, dispersing the water column and unleashing a powerful surge of energy. Both figures were forced to retreat several steps to stabilize themselves.
"Such strong power."
The Flying Spirit Gate disciples immediately exclaimed in awe. They might be weak, but they could recognize strength, and to confront the Rakshasa Sect member without losing ground was a feat far beyond their senior brother’s capability.
"Who are you?" the young man in fine clothes asked Li Lin, steadying himself.
"A new disciple of Flying Spirit Gate. Our sect is not a place for you to run wild. Get back to your Rakshasa Sect," Li Lin said with a stern look.
"You’re courting death," the young man's expression darkened significantly, his qi surging again. With a swift motion, a broad-bladed saber appeared in his hands, emitting a chilling glow. He drew an arc in the air as he lunged towards Li Lin once more.
The young man's strength was certainly not weak among his peers, especially compared to the Flying Spirit Gate disciples.
Li Lin, however, did not dare to be careless. In the Wudu Mountain Range, he wouldn't have taken a first-level martial master too seriously, but here it was different. He couldn't fully unleash his power, nor use his Ling Technique and Vermilion Bird Art or execute any of the three martial arts techniques.
Thus, Li Lin initially employed a water-based martial technique, and now he had to rely on it to counter.
As the young man lunged towards Li Lin, the Flying Spirit Gate disciples watched anxiously, wondering if the new disciple could withstand the attack.
The thirty or so disciples from the Rakshasa Sect showed cold intent, confident in their third senior brother's strength, as he had broken through to the martial master level. To them, he was more than enough to handle anyone from Flying Spirit Gate.
The seventh-level warrior who had encountered Li Lin previously was puzzled. He remembered Li Lin using a fire-based technique, but now Li Lin was employing water-based techniques.
The young man's speed was incredibly fast, closing in on Li Lin rapidly. The saber glowed faint yellow as it descended swiftly.
Just then, Li Lin reacted. His agility and reflexes, honed in the Wudu Mountain Range for nearly half a year, were genuine and not something the young man could match.
Li Lin's qi flashed under his feet, and he quickly retreated to the side, narrowly avoiding the young man's attack. The sharp blade of the saber struck the ground, splitting it and sending dust flying.
Simultaneously, Li Lin unleashed a powerful water column, its energy tearing through the air with a piercing sound. This attack, from the Yellow Level initial stage martial technique Furious Sea's Roar, was formidable. Relying on his eight-level warrior strength, Li Lin would struggle to compete with the young man without using this technique.
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Surprised by Li Lin's speed and the strength of his attack, the young man no longer underestimated him.
"Hmph," the young man in fine clothes grunted, retreating as he leaped up, narrowly avoiding Li Lin's attack. He then counterattacked with several saber beams from above, enveloping Li Lin.
Li Lin quickly formed a hand sign, creating a huge blue light barrier in front of him, transforming into a thick mist to block the attack.
The saber's light cleaved through the mist, creating ripples. The saber light and mist immediately intertwined in the air, the whistling sound of breaking wind causing a series of explosive echoes.
"Bang, bang..."
The mist shattered, and the saber light vanished in mid-air. The young man in fine clothes lunged down again, his saber slashing horizontally.
Li Lin instantly retreated, narrowly avoiding the attack. His qi surged under his feet, and with a light tap, his body flipped in mid-air. Then, like a hunting eagle, he launched a lightning-fast blue light palm imprint towards the young man in fine clothes.
The young man frowned again, seemingly impressed by Li Lin's speed and agility. He retreated a few steps, his qi flashing under his feet, and swung his saber fiercely.
Everyone around was surprised, especially the people from Flying Spirit Gate. The exquisite moves in the intense battle were something they had never seen.
"The new disciple taken in by the sect leader is so formidable. That martial technique must be at least a mid-tier star level, right?"
"I think it's high-tier star level. His strength is much stronger than our senior brother’s."
"Teach those Rakshasa Sect people a good lesson. Let them know that we, the Flying Spirit Gate, are not to be trifled with. Hit them hard!"
Many from the Flying Spirit Gate started to get excited, seeing someone finally standing up for them after so many years.
"It won't be easy to kill this guy," Li Lin thought, realizing he couldn't fully unleash his strength and needed to find a way to handle the young man in fine clothes.
The battle continued intensely, opening the eyes of the second-generation disciples of the Flying Spirit Gate. With his honed reflexes and agility, Li Lin and the young man exchanged dozens of moves before finally reaching a stalemate again.
"I didn't expect Flying Spirit Gate to have a disciple like you. Quite surprising," the young man in fine clothes said coldly.
"Is that so? Then you can go back to your Rakshasa Sect," Li Lin replied.
"Hmph, you think I really can't do anything to you?" As he spoke, the young man's body shook slightly, his qi bursting out, tinged with black. Both his hands were now enveloped in a faint black color.
"Poison Palm," Li Lin frowned. The young man was emitting a pungent and unpleasant odor, likely poison. Judging by the appearance of his hands, it seemed related to poison.
Li Lin wasn't too concerned. The poison on the Rakshasa Sect young man was mild compared to the Blood-Devouring Bone-Eroding Pill given to him by the Old Poisoner master of Huyin Poison Sect. With the little dragon's help, he wasn't afraid of this level of poison.
"Poison Sand Palm," the young man shouted, his face showing black blood streaks. A domineering qi with a nauseating smell came from his palm strike.
The palm strike created a howling air current, and the surrounding space suddenly became oppressive. The onlookers felt their hearts palpitate as the violent power descended instantaneously.
"Come on," Li Lin's eyes filled with cold determination, knowing the young man was using his full strength. As he shouted, his powerful qi burst out from within his body, forming a massive water curtain in front of him.
At that moment, Li Lin's blue robe fluttered without wind, his aura surging. The rain curtain in front of him began to spin rapidly, the mist expanding and rotating fast, eventually forming a giant water wave hundreds of meters high, exerting a more powerful force than his opponent and spreading outwards.
"What kind of martial technique is this? So powerful."
"Is this a Yellow Level technique, or a high-tier Star Level one?"
The Flying Spirit Gate disciples watched, dumbfounded, as Li Lin conjured the massive water vortex. They had only practiced Chen Level techniques, and only the personal disciples could learn low-tier Star Level techniques. They had never seen such a formidable technique.
"Sss..."
The young man with the black palm imprint plunged downwards, landing in the rotating water wave, causing it to sway as if about to disperse.
"Furious Sea's Roar, explode!" Li Lin pushed his hands forward, another surge of qi bursting out. The rapidly rotating water vortex in front suddenly contracted and expanded rhythmically as if brewing something.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
A loud explosion echoed across the field, the immense vortex instantly bursting, releasing water waves that almost covered hundreds of meters before dissipating in mid-air.
The surrounding ground was upheaved by this ferocious force, scattering debris everywhere. A figure was sent flying several meters and crashed heavily onto the ground, spewing blood – it was the young man in fine clothes.
Li Lin also staggered back several steps, his blood churning within his body. If not for his strong physique, he would have been injured. The young man's strength as a first-level martial master was significantly higher than his.
Seeing this scene, the people from the Flying Spirit Gate were shocked and speechless. The strength of this new disciple was incredibly formidable.