"Senior Brother Huang Wen, you're done. Then it's my turn."
Ye Lin smiled faintly at Huang Wen. Huang Wen's strength was only so-so; Ye Lin had not even used the power of rules. He merely glanced at his bleeding arm and smiled lightly.
That thrust had still left him with a minor injury, but it was nothing serious.
"Senior Brother, watch out. Saint-Falling Fist."
Moving with the wind, Ye Lin stomped fiercely upon the Arena. Like an arrow loosed from the bow, he shot toward Huang Wen in an instant, his entire body turning into an afterimage that ordinary people simply could not track.
Before Huang Wen could even raise his spear to defend himself, Ye Lin was already before him.
Huang Wen stood there with a blank expression, as though Ye Lin had frightened him senseless.
This punch carried the momentum of heaven and earth. Ye Lin directly claimed the surrounding momentum of heaven and earth for his own, and Huang Wen could not sense even the slightest trace of power.
Even the stars filling the sky could no longer answer his call.
Seeing Huang Wen like this, Ye Lin immediately reined in his strength. His fist stopped steadily before Huang Wen's face, the force of the punch sending Huang Wen's hair flying.
Clatter.
The spear in Huang Wen's hand had somehow fallen to the ground, yet he seemed not to notice. His vacant eyes remained fixed on Ye Lin.
"Senior Brother, excuse me."
Ye Lin withdrew his fist. The golden light receded, and he returned to normal.
"It... it's fine."
Huang Wen picked up his spear and walked off the Arena in a daze. He had always believed himself inferior to no one, and he often sparred with the other Inner Sect disciples of the Heaven-Overturning Sacred Land.