Those in the martial arts world must never lose their intimidating presence, or their fate will be equally tragic.
Often, it's not that people don't want to retire gracefully, but rather that they have nowhere else to retreat.
The Lin family's search for a son-in-law was far more complicated than it appeared.
Lin Tiannan's gaze swept across the audience once more, and a young man standing in a remote spot came into his view.
Just then, the other person also looked up.
Their eyes met, and a flash of sword-like sharpness disappeared in an instant.
Lin Tiannan blinked involuntarily. The young man's gaze was deep and unfathomable, like a deep pool in the mountains. He couldn't help but wonder if he had just seen things wrong.
Lin Yi sized up the middle-aged man on the arena. Lin Tiannan had already stepped into the Celestial Realm and entered the third stage.
This person can be friends with the Sword Saint of Mount Shu, so his strength must be considerable.
A lion's friend cannot be a sheep.
On the stage, Lin Tiannan suddenly pointed and said, "Would this young hero be willing to come up and give it a try?"
Everyone turned their gaze to what was behind them.
Zhao Ling'er stood awkwardly behind Lin Yi, unsure of what to do.
Lin Yi waved his hand, politely declining, "Miss Lin's martial arts are superb, so I won't embarrass myself by showing off."
Having lived two lives and traversed various realms, he had long since passed the stage of "being fond of beauty and admiring young women," and it was impossible for him to rush over to any beautiful woman he saw.
Otherwise, so many teenagers would have wasted their lives.
On the stage, Miss Lin said disdainfully, "She looks like she has a beautiful face, but I didn't expect her to be all show and no substance, a coward as timid as a mouse."
The scholar next to him blushed, unable to speak, realizing this was entirely an accidental injury.
Lin Yi, with his six senses, naturally heard what Miss Lin said. He turned to look at Zhao Ling'er behind him, a thought forming in his mind. He said, "How about I do you a favor for you?"
"What are you going to do?" Zhao Ling'er asked in a low voice.
Lin Yi chuckled and cast a minor spell to distract the viewer. Then, with a flick of his finger, Zhao Ling'er transformed into a handsome man in white, leaping out from the crowd and onto the arena.
"My name is Zhao Hao. Please enlighten me, Miss Lin."
A clear voice rang out. Zhao Ling'er looked at Lin Yueru, who was wielding a whip, and then used a set of martial arts that she had never learned before.
Water, fire, wind, thunder, and earth—the five spiritual energies intertwined within his body, transforming into an explosive surge of power.
Lin Yi watched the two figures fighting fiercely on the stage with a smile. Lin Yueru was dressed in a red dress, like the red clouds in the sky, while Zhao Ling'er was dressed in white, as pure as snow, and ethereal as a fairy.
The two didn't seem to be fighting; rather, they seemed to be dancing.
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Chapter 151 Learning from the Strengths of Others
Lin Tiannan looked at the scene on the stage and nodded slightly. He put his left hand behind his back and stroked his long beard with his right hand, seemingly deep in thought.
The handsome scholar standing to the side was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan—pacing around in circles, but he was at a loss for what to do.
On the arena, Zhao Ling'er and Lin Yueru were locked in a fierce battle, exchanging blows.
After watching for a while, Lin Tiannan slowly frowned.
Martial artists are different from cultivators. Martial arts masters do not have ever-changing and wonderful spells, but they have the spiritual insight to see through the fog and point to the true nature of things, as well as an iron will forged between life and death.
"Stop!" Suddenly, Lin Tiannan shouted, leaping into the air and lunging towards the center of the arena.
The onlookers were stunned. What was going on?
Lin Yi's lips curled up, and his five fingers in his sleeve flicked the invisible threads. Suddenly, a cloud of mist appeared in the center of the arena and then quickly spread outwards.
Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, two figures could be seen leaping and swooping, exchanging more than ten blows in the blink of an eye.
Under the immense pressure from Lin Tiannan, Zhao Ling'er has revealed her true form: a snake tail swaying, long hair flying, surrounded by clouds and mist—a truly peerless demon.
She moved like the wind, attacked like fire, remained as still as a mountain, and moved like thunder, managing to completely overpower Lin Tiannan.
Lin Tiannan held his position firmly, his every move grand and imposing. Although he was temporarily at a slight disadvantage, he possessed a style that was as graceful as "a gentle breeze caressing the mountain ridge, and a bright moon shining over the great river."
The basic Five Elements Immortal Techniques were unleashed from Zhao Ling'er's hands. In this world, the boundary between the Immortal Path and the Martial Path is rather blurred, and the combination of magic and martial arts is not uncommon.
In comparison, cultivators pursue longevity and freedom, while martial arts are more direct and domineering.
As Lin Yi watched Lin Tiannan's performance, he couldn't help but wonder what the fourth level of martial arts would be like.
The situation was gradually leveled by Lin Tiannan. After the initial panic, the surrounding martial arts figures calmed down and began to cheer for Lin Tiannan, the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance.
"At the third level of martial arts, the martial artist can manipulate the changes in heaven and earth to create effects similar to magic. Due to the difference in control, the martial artist is even more powerful in terms of the specific control. This can be called external scenery, Dharma form, etc."
Lin Yi obtained the first-hand information he wanted; it was a path different from the Human Immortal Martial Arts.
However, the paths of immortality and martial arts, though different, lead to the same goal.
Now he is qualified to say that he has learned from many sources, integrated various schools of thought, and achieved his own unique path.
A bright white light suddenly shone, extremely dazzling.
Caught off guard, everyone closed their eyes.
Zhao Ling'er had already received Lin Yi's instructions; with a flick of her snake tail, she disappeared from the arena.