"Interesting. You've only just broken through to the Inner Strength Realm, yet you're already this arrogant." Ou Tianrong tossed aside the note and flexed her gloved hands.
"I think I understand your intentions. But unfortunately, everything ends here with me."
With two heavy thuds, she shoved aside the Hundred Flowers Sect women blocking her path. Her body was nearly as wide as it was tall, like a mountain of flesh, as she strode straight toward Lin Hui.
She stopped when only two meters remained between them.
"Come, let me see how fast your sword is!"
Her features tightened as she stared at Lin Hui before her. To be honest, he was exactly the type she hated most.
Yet since he had come knocking at her door, as the sect master, she had no choice but to fight. Otherwise, the backbone of the entire Hundred Flowers Sect would crumble. At this moment, she somewhat understood how Daoist Baohe had felt back then.
She could neither flee nor avoid this.
She could only fight.
If she still wanted to remain the master of the Hundred Flowers Sect.
Screech.
Lin Hui's sword tip touched the floor and dragged lightly across it, producing a grating scrape.
"I can't imagine what method you could use against me. At your weight, it's basically impossible for your speed to keep up with mine." He fixed his gaze on her and spoke softly.
"Hundred Flowers Palm and Bewitching Incense Palm—these are the two greatest martial arts of our sect. I have already cultivated both to their highest realm. You may experience them for yourself." Ou Tianrong's voice was calm.
The remaining disciples at her side silently spread out, each retreating in a different direction.
Very soon, only the two of them remained in the second-floor hall.
Wind blew