"The look in that woman's eyes makes me want to punch her," Ghost Marquis said.
Lu Yin laughed. Everyone felt the same way. Had someone messed with that woman's eyes in the Technology Starfield? Her disdain was so obvious that she really did look like she needed a good punch.
"How are you?" Lu Yin asked Grandini beside him.
Grandini looked at her snow-white little fists. "Those Modified Humans are too tough. I can't hit them hard enough."
Lu Yin was speechless. She'd said she couldn't hit them hard enough, yet she'd still nearly beaten one to a pulp.
The battle in the arena began. Han Chong reached out, using star energy to paint a landscape of mountains stretching ten thousand miles. Countless towering peaks bore down on his opponent.
Yun looked up, the disdain in her eyes even more pronounced. Just as everyone expected her to take Han Chong's attack head-on, she raised her hand and swept her arm through the air. Han Chong's vast mountain landscape then faded away.
The entire arena fell silent. Everyone stared in a daze, including Lu Yin.
What was that?
It was an art of deciphering, and an extraordinary one at that.
Lu Yin stepped forward several paces and instinctively circulated the Heavenly Star Art as he stared at Yun. That woman was even better than he was at deciphering. She was too fast, too practiced—as if Han Chong's landscape were nothing more than a few strands of thread, easily pulled apart.
Star Picking Girl's expression shifted as she stared at Yun. A flash of disbelief crossed her eyes. She couldn't sense the slightest trace of anything she could divine from that woman. It felt almost as if Yun had transcended the world.
Han Chong stared at Yun in shock. Above his head,