347: The little girl exploded!

Lin Yu's movements stopped.

Feeling the shackles of will being forced upon him, waves of emotion surged in his heart for the first time.

Was this the Mythical-grade profession [Asura]?

An unreasonable forced taunt.

It even came with a field-clearing effect.

In the very first second of the battle, his tactics had been completely upended by the opponent in the most overbearing manner.

Lin Yao's small face darkened completely.

She was being ignored.

She had been treated entirely like thin air.

That big guy named Zhao Tianyang only had eyes for her brother. And her brother? He only had eyes for that big guy.

The tension between the two, an aura so thick it was almost tangible, perfectly excluded her.

Where are your manners?

We agreed on a two-on-one, yet you're leaving me out in the cold?

The Little Girl's chest heaved violently as a surge of nameless anger flared up within her.

Fine.

You want to have your own little world, do you?

Then don't blame me!

Lin Yao stepped back a few paces and slammed her palms together.

“Myriad Laws Comprehension, Magic Specialization, full power, activate!”

Her crisp voice echoed throughout the Duel Arena.

In the next second, the clones stumbling behind her instantly changed their forms.

Warriors wielding swords, agile assassins, archers with arrows notched... all the physical-class clones dissipated at this moment.

In their place were figures wearing various colored mage robes.

Frost mages, fire mages, arcane mages, lightning mages, and even a few shadow warlocks and necromancers emitting an ominous aura.

A full hundred Lin Yaos formed a terrifying mage battalion.

Moving in perfect unison, they raised their staves simultaneously, their obscure and complex incantations echoing through the hall like a tide.

The elemental energy of the entire Duel Arena instantly went into an uproar!

...Inside the monitoring room.

Chen Jing's hand, holding a coffee cup, froze in mid-air.

He stared blankly at the chanting scene on the screen, which was comparable to a large-scale war spell, his mouth slightly agape.

“What... what is she doing?”

“With such a large-scale spell incantation, isn't she afraid of being interrupted?”

“Zhao Tianyang and Lin Yu, why... why is no one stopping her?!”

Chen Jing's voice was filled with incomprehensible confusion.

To him, such an unprotected large-scale incantation was practically a live target on the battlefield, the most basic of mistakes.

Wen Yan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses reflecting the brilliant magical glow.

“They can't.”

He uttered those words.

“What do you mean they can't?” Chen Jing asked instinctively.

“Look.” Wen Yan pointed to the center of the screen.

On the screen, Lin Yu and Zhao Tianyang remained in a state of confrontation.

From Zhao Tianyang's Eight-Headed Asura demon-god body, the pressure of his will radiated like tangible chains, tightly binding Lin Yu.

Around Lin Yu's body, the invisible [Eight Desolations Return to Origin] force field was also stubbornly resisting, even attempting to pull the Asura's will back to its source.

The two distinct forces formed an eerie balance.

Neither could easily break away to attack Lin Yao, who was unscrupulously gathering power.

“Momentum Lock,” Wen Yan stated as if it were a simple fact. “Until a winner is decided, neither of them can shift their attention to a third person.”

The monitoring room fell into a dead silence.

Everyone was stunned by this unheard-of combat style.

Using momentum as a control skill?

It's a battle of immortals, truly terrifying!

Zhong Huai yawned lazily, seemingly unsurprised by any of this.

“Alright, the foreplay is over.”

Despite his words, he was also inwardly shocked; this Lin Yu was not as simple as he had imagined!

Just as he finished speaking.

Boom!

Inside the Duel Arena, the stalemate was completely shattered by a loud explosion.

Zhao Tianyang moved.

One of his nearly twenty arms, wielding a giant axe the size of a door, swung down ruthlessly toward Lin Yu's head with a whistle that tore through the air!

This strike was incredibly heavy, enough to split mountains!

In the monitoring room, everyone instinctively held their breath.

They could almost see the figure in black armor being split in two by the axe in a bloody scene.

However.

Lin Yu neither dodged nor avoided it.

He raised his right hand.

No weapon, no shield—just an ordinary fist encased in black armor.

Fist and axe collided with a crash!

Clang—!

A deafening sound of clashing metal transformed into a visible shockwave, sweeping across the entire Duel Arena.

The hard white floor cracked inch by inch, centered around the two of them!

The expected scene of flesh and blood flying did not occur.

The massive battle-axe was stopped dead in its tracks by a single fist.

The ground beneath Lin Yu's feet sank half a meter, yet his seemingly slight frame remained motionless.

Inside the monitoring room, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone was like ducks with their necks squeezed, mouths open but unable to make a sound.

The coffee cup in Chen Jing's hand fell to the floor with a "snap" and shattered into pieces.

“No... impossible...”

He muttered to himself, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.

Physical strength... the physical strength of a Card Maker could actually stand on equal footing with Zhao Tianyang, who had unleashed his Asura form?!

This is a bit ridiculous... Inside the Duel Arena.

Lin Yu felt the Giant Strength coming from his arm, nearly enough to crush his bones, yet his heart remained calm.

A head-on clash?

Just what I wanted.

Inside him, the [Divine Skeleton Armament] and [primeval level Rock Shield] were operating at high speed, dispersing the terrifying impact layer by layer.

Seeing his strike fail, Zhao Tianyang's other dozen or so arms descended upon Lin Yu from all directions like a torrential storm!

Flashes of blades, shadows of swords, wind from hammers, and glows from halberds!

Every single strike was enough to insta-kill a level 100 powerhouse!

Lin Yu's figure was instantly swallowed by this storm of death.

Yet, within the storm, the sounds of clashing metal were incessant.

Every collision erupted in blinding sparks.

Lin Yu's figure was as fast as a phantom, weaving through the airtight attacks. His fists, elbows, knees—every part of his body had become a most lethal weapon.

Every block and every counterattack landed precisely on the weak points of Zhao Tianyang's strikes.

The people in the monitoring room were completely dumbfounded.

What they saw was not a Card Maker struggling on the brink of death.

But a pure, primal feast of violent aesthetics, combining skill and power!

Lin Yu's gaze bypassed the weapons dancing before him and glanced at the edge of the arena.

Lin Yao and her mage battalion's incantation was nearing its end.

Earth-shattering elemental energy was converging at the tips of their staves.

I can't delay any longer.

Since I can't hit you, I'll change my approach.