At a deafening crash, a tremendous wave of energy swept outward, forcing the spectators all around to stagger back several steps.
"What a powerful aura."
An elder said gravely, "The two of them are already almost as strong as someone at Foundation Establishment Peak Stage."
"Ice-Sealing Sword."
Li Miaoling was like a swan high above the world, her Long Sword tracing one beautiful arc after another.
A terrifying chill rose from the Arena, gradually enveloping everything.
Even crystals of ice formed along the hem of Ye Lin's robe.
"So... so strong."
An Inner Sect disciple stared wide-eyed, mouth hanging open as he watched.
So this was a true disciple? So this was what it meant to be strong?
"Slash!"
A few seconds later, Li Miaoling seemed to have finished gathering her strength. She gave a soft cry and thrust her Long Sword at Ye Lin.
Everywhere it passed, a thick layer of frost formed.
"Tiger Roars in the Mountain Forest."
Ye Lin roared, and the phantom tiger appeared once more. The entire Arena trembled.
The ice crystals all around shattered in an instant.
A fist and a sword.
A layer of energy enveloped Ye Lin's fist, keeping Li Miaoling's Long Sword from advancing another inch.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of deafening explosions rang out. The elders remained composed, but the lower-ranked disciples clutched their ears in agony, their bodies driven backward against their will.
"Senior Sister, it's over."
Ye Lin met Li Miaoling's gaze. In an instant, he poured even more spiritual power into his right arm and swung a mighty punch.
The Long Sword in Li Miaoling's hand bent into a bizarre curve, and she shot backward at tremendous speed.
Li Miaoling slammed into the railing at the edge of the Arena with a deafening crash.
"Pfft."
Li