The duels between numbers three, four, five, and six soon followed one after another.
However, none of these battles managed to pique Lu Lin's interest much.
Until contestant number seven appeared, Lu Lin only watched with mild interest.
One of the number seven contestants was none other than the red-haired young man behind Yin Suli.
His opponent was a martial artist from Spirit Wind Valley, part of the Peacock Mountain faction, named Wang Kang.
"You're not surrendering?" The red-haired young man narrowed his long eyes slightly as he looked at Wang Kang. His voice was calm, but carried a hint of aloof condescension.
"Please, instruct me!" Wang Kang took a deep breath and cupped his fists. His gaze was solemn, but held a defiant edge.
Whoosh!
Before his words had even faded, Wang Kang suddenly sprang into motion!
He seemed to turn into a wisp of breeze that could slip through any opening, vanishing from where he stood in an instant.
The next moment, more than a dozen afterimages of Wang Kang appeared in midair, impossible to distinguish from the real thing. They circled the red-haired young man at great speed, stirring up streams of air.
It was an exceptionally sophisticated and subtle movement technique!
It was also the reason Wang Kang dared to challenge the red-haired young man, whose aura was clearly stronger, despite being only at the peak of the middle Golden Body stage.
He planned to use his peerless movement technique to disorient his opponent, search for an opening, then claim victory with a thunderous strike.
"Know your place!"
A cold glint flashed in the red-haired young man's eyes, and a sneer curled his lips.
He didn't bother distinguishing between the countless afterimages. Crimson True Aura erupted around him! Behind him, his True Aura condensed into a