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Everyone knew that Shaolin Temple's martial arts had always been known for their fierce, imposing might, while the Esoteric Sect's martial techniques tended more toward the yin, sinister, and bizarre.
Yet Ye Jianan's moves were the opposite. That technique of his just now had already captured eighty percent of the essence of Shaolin Temple's Great Dragon-Capturing Hand. It was incomparably fierce and domineering; even within Shaolin Temple, few could rival it.
Sword intent blazed around Su Xin. His entire body seemed to transform into a heaven-shocking sword as he crashed down, directly shattering Ye Jianan's attack. As his sword emerged, waves of blood surged forth and slashed toward Ye Jianan.
The phantom of the Two-Faced Wisdom King behind Ye Jianan was incomparably sinister. The phantom gradually merged into his body, and a strange aura surged around Ye Jianan. He was clearly alone, yet when he attacked, it was as though he were two people.
On the left was a man, whose attacks were fierce, tyrannical, and grand, like an eminent Shaolin Temple monk who specialized in cultivating the physical body.
On the right was a woman, whose attacks were insidious and vicious, ever-changing and unpredictable. They did not resemble Buddhist techniques at all, but rather those of some demonic path sect.
Though he was clearly one person, Ye Jianan brought forth the presence of two. His attacks were like a man and woman joining forces, tangling up Su Xin almost instantly and leaving him unable to do anything about it.
Su Xin's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, he had to admit that Ye Jianan was