To Chen Lin, Hu Qing's Crimson Flame Hand was the most ordinary of attacks, inferior even to those of Qi Condensation cultivators, yet it gave him an intense sense of danger.
He dared not be careless.
In an instant, he unleashed every means at his disposal.
Soul-Destroying Finger, Death Gaze, Sword Will, Spirit Infusion Realm, the Azure Moon Saber, and more.
He threw out every ability he could activate simultaneously. The radiance and manifestations of his various spells engulfed the entire arena.
"Ah!"
"What kind of move is that?"
"How did he do that?"
The extravagant spectacle stunned everyone watching the martial contest, drawing wave after wave of startled cries.
Hu Qing was dumbfounded too.
He had already decided to ignore whatever "illusions" Chen Lin produced next, but the sight before him was more than he could bear. He feared Chen Lin had hidden real attacks within his illusion techniques.
Every one of those attacks exuded an intimidating presence.
Whichever one was real, it could separate his head from his shoulders.
Unable to suppress his terror, Hu Qing abandoned his attack and dodged, moving his vital points out of harm's way.
Chen Lin did the same.
He was equally afraid that none of his attacks would work. While casting his spells, he retreated to the arena's edge, deciding to jump off if necessary. Losing would not require him to pay a penalty anyway, and he had already achieved his goal of increasing his renown.
Both men retreated at the same time.
Their situations, however, were completely different.
Chen Lin only felt a scorching blast rush toward him. All his defenses proved useless, and the wave of heat struck his body, but it did little damage, merely making him feel hot all over.
Hu Qing, on the other hand, went pale.