Facing Zi Ying's mockery, Lin Zhen, who had been about to leave, stopped in his tracks.
"Since someone wants to draw a prison around me, I might as well stay inside it. It's dangerous outside anyway, so I'd rather wait here until the assessment ends."
Zi Ying, who had intended to see how this young man would perform, had a trace of disappointment flash through her eyes.
"What a pity. You may have that person's looks, but you are nowhere near as bold as he was."
"Forget it. Since meeting is fate, I can't exactly give this to him, so I'll give it to you instead. Take care of yourself."
Zi Ying casually tossed down a sheet of paper, turned, and left without looking at Lin Zhen again.
Lin Zhen caught the sheet and discovered that it contained a technique.
It was a finger technique, covered in formulas, force application methods, and techniques. Its complexity left even Lin Zhen in awe.
"This finger technique... is quite interesting!"
The more Lin Zhen studied it, the more astonished he became. This finger strike faintly carried the essence of a Dominator Combat Skill.
Moreover, the more he looked, the more he felt that this move was especially suited to him.
Its requirements for physical strength and Armorization-based force application made it seem practically tailored for him.
But it still lacked many things. The person who had invented it was clearly not capable enough. They had only grasped a trace of its underlying intent, yet had no way to put it into actual practice.
At most, it could be considered an introductory-level Dominator Combat Skill. It was basically useless.
Clearly, Zi Ying also thought this thing had some value, but it was incomplete and unsuitable as a gift. Since she had some small connection