"Your music could cut through my skin."
There was a trace of delighted surprise in his voice, like a child discovering a new piece of candy.
"You were a little stronger than I expected."
He spread both arms at once, clenched his fists, and violently shook them outward.
At that jolt, the purple patterns on his forearms abruptly peeled away from the surface of his skin, turning into dozens of writhing purple ribbons of light that coiled around him.
The ribbons looked remarkably like tentacles. Each one was over ten feet long, with a bright purple rune slowly rotating at its tip.
"Fist Dao: Hundred Tendrils."
As he spoke those three words, the dozens of purple ribbons shot toward Yun Qingyin at the same time.
Every ribbon carried a purple rune condensed from pure fist force.
The arrangement of those runes followed no pattern whatsoever. Some charged straight for her face, some circled around for a sneak attack from behind, some pressed down from above, and some pierced up from the ground.
The dozens of ribbons interwove into an airtight web of attacks, sealing off every route Yun Qingyin could use to evade.
Yun Qingyin watched the purple web descending over her.
She did not dodge.
She lifted both hands from the strings, her ten fingers tracing an arc through the Void before her.
A ring of cyan soundwaves lingered along the path of that arc.
As the ring-shaped soundwaves expanded, they continuously split and multiplied—one becoming ten, ten becoming a hundred, a hundred becoming a thousand.
In the blink of an eye, layers upon layers of circular soundwave barriers enveloped the space within a hundred feet around her.
The purple ribbons crashed into the soundwave rings.
The rune on every ribbon erupted with a muffled boom the instant it