Under Hei Lin's control, every strike of the Blue Silver Grass was filled with sinister, vicious tactical intent!
At the same time, Hei Lin's body closed in like a ghost!
He abandoned Bai Lin's broad, forceful style of head-on clashes and switched to the most dangerous, most lethal form of close-quarters combat!
Fists, elbows, knees, shoulders...
Every part of his body became a deadly weapon, hammering Wu Changkong like a raging storm!
His attack paths were exceptionally tricky and vicious, targeting joints, pressure points, and points of exertion. He gave Wu Changkong no chance to widen the distance and make use of his swordsmanship advantage!
That fighting style was filled with primal battle instincts and the most efficient killing techniques!
Caught off guard, Wu Changkong was actually forced back again and again by this sudden, wildly different barrage!
Though the wooden sword in his hand could still deflect lethal strikes, Hei Lin's bone-clinging close-range entanglement and the Blue Silver Grass's pervasive, sinister harassment left him unable to establish an effective counterattack rhythm!
His proud and exquisite swordsmanship was, for the moment, difficult to unleash against this nearly beastlike style of fighting!
Wu Changkong was immediately shaken to the core:
What was going on?
This fighting style...
This aura...
They were like two completely different people!
Tricky, vicious, efficient...
It was instinct born entirely for slaughter!
This was definitely not the Tang Wulin from before!
What had happened to him?!
The battle instantly reached a fever pitch!
Icy blue sword shadows, tricky and vicious fists and kicks, and sinister Blue Silver Grass vines crazily intertwined and collided!
Gales howled through the training hall as Soul Power surged!
Like a tireless, pain-blind war machine, Hei Lin clung tightly to Wu Changkong, forcing even this six-ringed Soul Emperor to devote his full attention