11: Chapter 11 You asked me if my eyes are dry?

As his voice fell, Ye Hai made no apparent movement, yet an invisible pressure suddenly filled the great hall.

Regardless of their strength, everyone felt difficulty breathing, as if a wild beast was standing right beside them.

The big one is coming!

"Great Axe Descend!"

Ye Hai held an axe with both hands and performed a leaping hack towards Wang Yunshan, fierce and domineering.

Logically speaking, such a wide-open attack could not possibly hit Wang Yunshan, who had a thousand ways to counter it.

But at this critical moment, it was as if he had suddenly logged out of the game interface; he didn't Move at all, only reacting when the axe was upon him, forcing a hasty defense.

Using one's own weakness to attack the enemy's strength; the outcome was predictable.

With only a dull thud, Wang Yunshan took the hit head-on, his expression changing drastically, his face flashing between green and red.

He stumbled back two steps, opening his mouth to speak, but ultimately failed to utter a word before collapsing with a thud.

A powerhouse at the half-step True Aperture Realm was actually not a match for even one of Ye Hai's Moves, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

Lin Yuan, sitting nearby, saw it clearly; it wasn't that the gap between the two was too large, but rather that Wang Yunshan had been intimidated by Ye Hai's aura, preventing him from utilizing his full strength.

This fierce-looking man likely mastered a secret technique involving the Soul, which he triggered the moment they clashed to seize his opponent's will.

Even if it was only for an instant, in a life-and-death battle, it was the difference between heaven and earth.

Very good, I'll write that down in my little notebook and learn it when I have time.

Lin Yuan thought to himself.

Of course, not everyone could discern the mystery behind it like he could.

The hundreds of Disciples inside and outside the great hall only saw the arrogant Wang Yunshan being killed in one hit, their faces filled with shock.

"Senior Brother Wang Yunshan was insta-killed just like that? How is that possible! He really has the level of the Hidden Dragon Ranking; it's just bad luck that he didn't enter the Outer Sect!"

"Could it be that Senior Brother Ye Hai is comparable to an Inner Sect Genius?"

"Impossible, there were three dominant Disciples in the previous generation of the Outer Sect; Ye Hai cannot be stronger than them!"

"Good heavens! What kind of monsters were the Senior Brothers of the previous generation? Looking at our generation, it's actually a guy who Cultivates the Qi Cultivation Art carrying the load."

"Don't look down on Senior Brother Lin Yuan; didn't you see his fast blade technique crushing experts of the same level?"

"It's just cheap tricks, relying on one aspect of excellence to make up for deficiencies. When encountering a real expert, it's completely vulnerable. For example, if I put up a shield, how can he hit me? He can't hit me at all! He can't break my defense, you know?"

As they argued, the conversation veered back to Lin Yuan.

That is the nature of a trending Martial Artist with a full sense of contrast.

Inside the great hall, Ye Hai stood above and looked down; no one dared to meet his gaze, fearing they would become the next Wang Yunshan.

Except for Lin Yuan.

"Hmm?"

Ye Hai looked at him with a half-smile and said, "I've heard of you, Lin Yuan, right? Others say you are an idiot, eager for quick success and instant benefits, only seeing the immediate gains."

"But I don't think so; you are a smart person."

Oh?

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow; this person seemed vulgar, but actually had a good eye, being able to see through the phenomenon to the essence.

The world is mostly foolish; seeing him choose the Qi Cultivation Art, they think his future is bleak, not knowing that...

"Geniuses have the choices of a Genius, and trash have the way of living of trash. Many people cannot see themselves clearly; they are obviously trash, but insist on squeezing into the world of Geniuses, which is simply absurd. You are not bad; you understood your position early on. This is very good."

Ye Hai laughed out loud.

I take back what I said earlier; this guy is just a stinking moron!

"You say I am trash?"

Lin Yuan pressed his hand on his blade and stood up.

"I am not talking about you, but rather, everyone present here is trash!"

"What did you say!"

The few people on the main seats changed their expressions drastically.

Even if they were not as good as Ye Hai, they could not tolerate being humiliated to their faces; this concerned the dignity of a Martial Artist!

"Isn't it?"

Ye Hai sneered, "You, just like Wang Yunshan, are all toys raised by the Sect. You usually go to the nearby forests to play around, and you don't understand at all what a real Martial Artist is."

"In my journey, I have crossed wildernesses, stepped into wolf dens, fought with bandits, and danced with demons. Every day, I am either killing people or on the way to kill people. I still remember three months ago, I held my battle blade and hacked from the Black Soil Wasteland to the Black Mist Mountains, hacking back and forth for three days and three nights. It was a river of blood, but I just kept hacking—hand rises, blade falls, hand rises, blade falls, hand rises, blade falls—without blinking an eye!"

His words were filled with palpable Killing Intent and the domineering aura of someone who had walked over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, instantly intimidating everyone.

Until—

"If you don't blink for such a long time, won't your eyes get dry?"

Lin Yuan asked with malicious intent.

"Hahahaha!"

Ye Hai laughed, relieved: "I said I kill without blinking, and you ask me if my eyes are dry?"

"You motherfucker, you're looking for death!"

He roared and lunged at Lin Yuan.

Before he arrived, his evil intent had already reached him; before Lin Yuan's eyes, it seemed as if an endless sea of blood appeared, with countless charred arms reaching out from the ground, trying to drag him into Hell.

Little thing, you're quite scary.

But it was useless; Lin Yuan was just an emotionless repeating machine. No matter what Move he faced, he always used only one Move.

"Soundless Blade!"

The air hissed, and a terrifying wave of Qi exploded, then condensed into a single line under the guidance of the blade technique, turning into the ultimate blade that broke the sound barrier, slashing towards Ye Hai's head.

Ye Hai's expression changed slightly.

Speed is power; he dared not take this blade head-on.

So he changed his movement technique in mid-air and retreated violently.

Lin Yuan stuck to him like a pole; one blade failed, so he struck with another.

"Soundless Blade!"

Ye Hai retreated again.

Soundless Blade, Soundless Blade, Soundless Blade!

With every step forward, he struck a blade; the entire space was covered by Lin Yuan's blade light, and even the space itself seemed to be distorted.

Ye Hai was forced to retreat repeatedly and shouted angrily, "Kid, if you have the guts, don't use this Move."

"As you wish!"

Lin Yuan shouted in a low voice, then immediately changed his Move.

"Good!"

A flash of ferocity crossed Ye Hai's eyes. His Martial Skill was known for its violence. After his mental attack method failed and was restrained by high-speed Moves, once the opponent stopped using high-speed Moves, he could use his beautiful stats to teach the opponent a lesson.

"Soundless Blood Blade!"

Ye Hai: ...

In the midst of the intense battle, Lin Yuan had a flash of inspiration and fused the Blood Blade Technique and the Soundless Blade together.

A thick layer of fresh blood swirled around the blade, triggered by the Soundless Blade.

Suddenly, terrifying force poured into the blood mist, condensing into a blood aura that broke through the body, violently slamming into Ye Hai's chest.

Bang!

Amidst a huge explosion, the ground suddenly sank a large area, and Ye Hai's body, like a kite with a broken string, slammed heavily into the stone pillar of the great hall.

The entire great hall shook violently, shaking off countless dust.

The outcome was decided.

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, Lin Yuan sheathed his blade and stood still.

The martial arts tea party organized by Wang Yunshan to establish his authority and recruit others became the stepping stone for Lin Yuan's fame.

He was no longer an idiot who only Cultivated the Qi Cultivation Art, but a Genius with powerful strength and a unique understanding of martial arts.

No one could deny this.

Because Lin Yuan's fist was as big as a sandbag.