Lin Shen looked at Vice Dean An and took a deep breath.
This should have counted as his first true confrontation with an Immortal. Immortal in the Clouds's condition back then had been nowhere near enough to represent the true standard of an Immortal.
Lin Shen had always wanted to find out just how powerful the Intelligence Brain's computational capacity was.
With a flick of his hand, a Folding Fan spread open in Lin Shen's grasp like a peacock fanning its tail.
Immortals possessed the Intelligence Brain's computational abilities. Ordinary techniques were certainly ineffective against them. Lin Shen had already realized this when he fought Vice Dean An with the Surging Wave Fist.
Lin Shen felt that his Surging Wave Fist had become quite flawless, yet before Vice Dean An, it seemed riddled with openings. He could not even sustain the force of his punches, much less stack their power.
Lin Shen himself was not skilled at variations in techniques, but he had one move that was the most ever-changing of all: this Butterfly Fan Technique.
"Vice Dean An, are you ready?" Lin Shen still called him Vice Dean An rather than Yun Bieli because he still cherished a measure of their old bond. If possible, he did not wish to become enemies with Yun Bieli.
"Please, Dean." Vice Dean An still addressed Lin Shen as Dean, whether intentionally or not.
Lin Shen glanced at Vice Dean An, then swung his arm and flicked his wrist. The Folding Fan in his hand fluttered up and down like a butterfly, flying toward Vice Dean An.
Lin Shen had trained this Butterfly Fan Technique to the realm of being chaotic and unpredictable. Even Lin Shen himself did not know where the Folding Fan would ultimately fly after leaving his hand. Its transformations