Xu Xun spoke, his voice carrying a rough, broken laugh.
"It has awakened..."
"It said it had slept enough..."
"It said it wanted to have a proper fight..."
"Are you ready?"
"I hope you're not too weak."
"If you're too weak, then there really won't be any fun in it."
With that, he suddenly raised his foot.
When that foot came down, it stamped a clear crater into the arena floor.
Though the restriction itself could not be damaged, the Gold-Patterned Restriction at the very center of the crater had visibly dimmed.
"You!"
He pointed at Yun Qingyin, madness churning in those blue eyes filled with purple vortices.
"You play beautifully!"
"It said you play beautifully!"
"It said it wanted to hear you play a little longer!"
"But..."
He suddenly took a step forward.
That single step spanned thirty meters. His body shot toward Yun Qingyin like a cannonball fired from a massive bow, streaking forward with a purple tail flame and arriving before her in an instant.
His right fist was raised high, the purple runes on its surface so densely packed that they nearly wrapped his entire fist.
A punch crashed down.
Yun Qingyin plucked the strings with both hands at once, raising a heavy wall of bass before her.
That punch struck the wall of bass.
The wall shattered into azure fragments of light that sprayed across the sky.
Xu Xun's punch lost none of its momentum. His fist continued forward, smashing into Yun Qingyin's crossed arms resting atop the zither.
Yun Qingyin was blasted backward by the punch. Her bare feet carved two long skid marks across the ground, and her purple dress fluttered wildly before she barely managed to steady herself thirty meters away.
A patch of bruising appeared on her arms. The power of