The Eye of Void Shatters the Four Witches Technique

In the air, two figures stood facing each other from a distance.

The astonishment on Tien Shinhan's face was gradually replaced by a grave expression.

The opponent's unheard-of method of flight was indeed bizarre, but the pride of a top disciple of the Crane School would not allow him to retreat.

Three eyes flashed with a cold light, and his surging ki erupted once more!

"Hmph! So what if you can fly fast? In the face of absolute power, all of that is just for show!"

Tien Shinhan let out a low shout, the muscles in his arms bulging as he unleashed a barrage of ki blasts, firing them at Lin Fan like a rapid-fire cannon!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The blue ki blasts trailed dazzling exhaust plumes, densely covering every possible escape route for Lin Fan.

This time, he attacked in a fit of rage, his speed and power far surpassing his previous efforts!

The audience gasped, as if they could already see Lin Fan being blown away.

However, Lin Fan's figure became like a phantom in the air.

He did not rely on the linear acceleration or sudden stops characteristic of the Flight Technique; instead, he wove through the gaps in the barrage with a grace and fluidity that defied logic.

At times he drifted with the wind like a falling leaf, narrowly avoiding the core of the explosions; at others, he veered suddenly like a swimming fish, leaving the ki blasts to strike only his afterimages; and at times, he seemed to lose all weight, plummeting or ascending in an instant to dodge the lethal convergence of attacks.

His movements lacked the jet-like, violent propulsion of the Flight Technique, possessing instead a strange sense of rhythm, as if he had already predicted the trajectory of every attack, always using the minimum amount of energy to execute the most effective evasion.

His grey cloth robes fluttered wildly in the shockwaves of the explosions, yet he was never truly touched.

"He... he dodged it again!"

"How is that possible?! Those movements..."

"It's as if he knows exactly where the ki blasts are going to come from!"

The audience watched in stunned silence, and the announcer's commentary couldn't keep up with the dazzling display.

Tien Shinhan grew increasingly alarmed as the fight dragged on, fine beads of sweat even beginning to seep from his forehead.

His attacks were swift and covered a vast area, but his opponent was like a slippery loach, always managing to slide away at the very last second!

This stifling feeling was even more frustrating than going head-to-head with Son Goku!

"Damn fly!"

Unable to secure a victory after a prolonged assault, Tien Shinhan's patience wore thin, and his anger flared.

He abruptly stopped firing his ki blasts, his hands forming a strange seal in front of him as the ki within his body began to circulate in a far more sinister manner!

"Let me show you the true secret art of the Crane School!"

Tien Shinhan roared, and the clothes on his back suddenly bulged!

Before the horrified eyes of everyone present, two phantom arms, formed from pure ki and knotted with muscle, burst forth from beneath his shoulder blades!

The four arms danced in the air, the pressure they exerted instantly doubling!

"Four... Four Witches Technique!"

The announcer shouted the name with a trembling voice, "Contestant Tien Shinhan has unleashed the forbidden Four Witches Technique! He has gained four arms!"

In the VIP box, Master Shen wore a smug, cruel grin: "It's over! To force Tien Shinhan to use this move, kid, you have every right to be proud!"

Krillin's face turned pale: "Four arms?! How is anyone supposed to fight that?!"

Bulma covered her mouth in shock.

In the air, Tien Shinhan's four arms clenched into fists simultaneously, the violent ki aura nearly distorting the air around him!

An attack from four arms meant a range of strikes with almost no blind spots and speed that defied common sense!

"Let's see you dodge this!"

Tien Shinhan's four eyes widened, and as all four arms swung in unison, a storm of fist shadows instantly enveloped the airspace where Lin Fan stood!

The wind from his fists tore through the air, emitting sharp, explosive cracks!

The onslaught was so dense it was despair-inducing!

No matter how refined Lin Fan's Wind Control Art was, facing this omnidirectional, saturated assault, he was instantly plunged into extreme danger!

His figure flickered continuously amidst the fist shadows to evade, but his movements were clearly becoming strained; several times, the wind of the punches grazed his body, leaving him in constant peril!

"It's no good! It's too fast! There are too many!"

Krillin shouted in anxiety.

Lin Fan's brows were locked in a tight frown, his focus pushed to the absolute limit.

Relying solely on sensing ki and prediction was no longer enough to fully avoid this frantic assault.

If this continued, being hit was only a matter of time!

He could no longer hold anything back!

His thoughts raced, and the incantation for a basic auxiliary technique from the Great Dao Source Scripture instantly flowed through his mind—Void Eye!

It was not some profound divine ability, but merely a method of condensing true qi intensely into the eyes to temporarily boost dynamic vision and insight, allowing one to peer through energy flows and illusions; however, it consumed a massive amount of true qi and spiritual sense!

Do or die!

Lin Fan gritted his teeth, and the true qi within his body—already not particularly deep—surged frantically toward his eyes!

Deep within his pupils, a faint, fleeting glimmer of gold flashed and vanished; had one not been observing closely at a short distance, it would have been impossible to detect!

In an instant, the world in Lin Fan's eyes underwent a sudden transformation!

The speed of the four arms belonging to Tien Shinhan, which had previously been so fast they left only afterimages, seemed to slow down just a fraction!

More importantly, he could clearly "see" that those four arms were not entirely identical!

The two "Witches Technique" arms behind his back, condensed from qi, possessed a slight, discordant sluggishness in their energy flow; every strike they delivered differed in trajectory and force-application point from his real arms by a minute margin!

They were more focused on simulating power and range, leaving tiny flaws in their ultra-fine movements!

Now!

Lin Fan no longer attempted to dodge every attack completely; instead, he pushed his Wind Control Art to the limit, his figure becoming like a lone skiff in a raging sea, weaving through the violent shadows of fists with hair-raising narrowness!

His movements became smaller and more precise.

At times, a seemingly impossible, minute sidestep allowed a Witches Technique arm to graze past the tip of his nose; at others, a sharp dive narrowly avoided a pincer attack from above and below.

Sometimes, he even exploited the nearly non-existent hesitation during the Witches Technique's transition, shifting his position in advance as if he possessed foresight!

To onlookers, it seemed as though Lin Fan would be swallowed by the dense barrage of fists at any moment, yet he always managed to evade the most lethal strikes in a near-miraculous fashion at the very last second!

Though he remained in a sorry state, having been clipped by fist winds several times, his gray cloth robes torn in places, and his body swaying, he was indeed managing to hold on with great difficulty.

"How is this possible?! Even the Four Witches Technique can't hit him?!"

"It's as if he can see exactly where the fists are coming from!"

The audience was already shocked to the point of numbness.

The horror in Tien Shinhan's heart was beyond measure!

Under the Four Witches Technique, the opponent was actually still holding on?

And even... even giving him the feeling that the opponent was gradually seeing through the attack pattern of the Four Witches Technique?

This was impossible!

"Bastard!"

He roared, pushing his qi and speed to the limit, his four-armed assault becoming even more frantic, desperate to smash this slippery fly before him into a pulp!

Above the arena, fist winds whistled and air exploded repeatedly.

Lin Fan's figure swayed within that destructive storm, appearing ready to capsize at any moment, yet he persisted with stubborn tenacity.

The pale golden glimmer in his eyes flickered continuously, fine beads of sweat already seeping from his temples, and the true qi within his body was depleting rapidly.

Void Eye, piercing through illusion! Wind Control Art, dodging and weaving!

This duel had already transformed into a battle of attrition and willpower!