Facing lethal attacks from both above and below, Lin Yan remained where he stood, without moving so much as a foot.
The venomous mire, seething with black bubbles, could advance no farther once it reached within three inches of his feet. An invisible layer of protective True Qi formed an absolute barrier, keeping all filth and malice outside. His white shoes remained spotless.
He raised his head and looked at the enormous spiked club descending from the sky with enough force to destroy heaven and earth.
The violent wind whipped his clothes, but there was not a trace of fear or apprehension in his deep, steady eyes-only a faint hint of disappointment.
"Is this the best Meteor City has to offer? All strength, not a shred of technique. How boring."
He shook his head lightly.
Then, beneath the muscular giant's vicious gaze, certain of victory, beneath Sarah's distant gaze, eager for blood, and even beneath the cold scrutiny of the thirteen elders deep within Meteor City, Lin Yan slowly raised his right hand.
He extended his index finger.
It was a perfectly ordinary finger-fair, slender, with a neatly trimmed nail.
It looked more like the finger of a pampered scholar than a martial artist.
With that seemingly fragile finger, he met the enormous spiked club fashioned from railway tracks, weighing several tons and imbued with terrifying Enhancement Nen.
The sight was utterly absurd, like a mantis trying to stop a speeding train with its forelegs.
"You're asking to die!" A glint of cruel delight flashed in the muscular giant's eyes.
He could almost see the bloody scene that would unfold in the next second: this arrogant fool crushed to pulp, arm and all.
Yet what happened next overturned everything he knew.
Clink-
A clear, delicate sound rang out, like a