In that moment, Lin Fan was a terrifying force, his spirit and essence blazing like fire. One symbol after another materialized, bathed in divine radiance, as he pressed forward.
It was hard to imagine that a six- or seven-year-old boy, could unleash such overwhelming might, like a god-demon reigning over the heavens.
Boom!
Lin Fan threw a punch, and a resounding dao chant erupted, as if ghosts and deities howled and sang in the wind, accompanied by a cascade of brilliant golden light.
The little girl's expression shifted, her delicate brows knitting in seriousness. This was a formidable foe, an unrivaled existence in their realm, not to be underestimated.
She extended her arm, sweeping it gracefully, conjuring crystalline glimmers. Amid dazzling rays, she intercepted and neutralized Lin Fan's attack, dissolving the terrifying runes.
Lin Fan's heart stirred. This little girl, though young, was mysterious and powerful—far from ordinary. In their realm, she could match him in combat.
When he attacked again, his punches grew fiercer, faster, relentless like towering waves crashing one after another, never ceasing.
The little girl felt immense pressure. Lin Fan's every move carried the air of a grand master, his combat prowess ruthless and seasoned, clearly honed through countless life-and-death battles.
Despite being a year younger than her, his composure and steadiness were unnerving.
Yet she remained unfazed, countering each move with calm precision, engaging him in battle.
This was a fierce clash. Though both were young, their explosive power shook the tranquil haven, cracking the earth beneath them.
Lin Fan was thrilled. It had been ages since he'd faced such a formidable opponent in his realm. Since joining the Heaven Mending Sect, he'd been bored out of his mind, craving a battle this exhilarating.
Boom!
Another savage, brutal exchange. Unlike the little girl, Lin Fan fought with straightforward ferocity, no flashy techniques or divine arts, relying solely on his golden fists to shatter all in his path, unstoppable and devastating.
In his realm, he was supremely confident. Even without divine arts or treasured techniques, his formidable physique convinced him he could crush any foe, invincible and unmatched.
His attacks were pure yang, bold and aggressive, striking with the dominance of an unrivaled supreme. Yet each blow was precise, targeting his opponent's weaknesses.
The little girl was stunned. To cultivate such an invincible aura at such a young age was extraordinary!
But…
"Hey, is this all you've got? Just crude attacks?" she couldn't help but shout.
Lin Fan shot her a disdainful glance, retorting coldly, "Who cares how I attack? If I can make you squeal, it's a good move."
"Take another punch!"
Bang! Bang!
The void trembled as fierce gusts roared, unleashing sonic booms. The ground crumbled, fissures multiplying, and even the purple bamboo grove toppled in swathes.
What was once a serene, picturesque haven had become a battlefield, its tranquility shattered, ravaged beyond recognition.
"Damn it, this is all your fault! You not only broke my bed but turned this place into a mess. When beautiful sister returns, she'll definitely blame me," Lin Fan growled, scanning the devastation with irritation.
"Hmph, you're just as guilty," the little girl huffed proudly, her attacks unrelenting as she countered in turn.
In an instant, her jade-white palms glowed with divine light, sacred and radiant.
She and Lin Fan were polar opposites: he fought like a god-demon, with savage, straightforward assaults; she moved like an exiled immortal, her techniques graceful and luminous, emphasizing skill.
"Agumo Ni…" The little girl began chanting, her voice like gods reciting sutras, causing her and the world around her to glow with sacred light.
Her incantation carried the power of a curse, generating a vast aura that surged toward Lin Fan, overwhelming and oppressive.
She's strong! Lin Fan's expression shifted as he stepped back, but he felt no fear, confident he could shatter anything.
But who is this little girl? Sneaking in here without a sound, with such extraordinary strength—she's a prodigy among our peers.
He recalled that since arriving at the Heaven Mending Sect, he'd only met a handful of people and hadn't offended anyone. Why had she ambushed him?
Regardless, she had trespassed into this haven and attacked him unprovoked—she was an enemy!
And with enemies, there was no need to hold back. Beat them senseless and be done with it.
Lin Fan's demeanor changed. His gaze sharpened, his combat strength surging, his aura soaring like a beast awakening its true power.
In the next moment, his body blazed with light, bathed in golden divine rays. Every inch of his skin turned golden, as if forged from divine metal, sacred and awe-inspiring, like a war god.
"A special physique?" The little girl's eyes widened in shock. Lin Fan had transformed, his presence and strength elevated, doubling the pressure on her.
"Take my Meteor Shower Fist!" Lin Fan roared, his raised hand sparking countless radiant points, surging with overwhelming power.
Though it seemed like a single punch, countless fists rained down, dense and all-encompassing, threatening to engulf her.
The little girl struck back, her jade-like fingers meeting his millstone-sized golden fists. The collision unleashed a terrifying energy storm, fiercer than a hurricane.
Boom! Sand and stones flew, broken bamboo and massive boulders were hurled into the air, and the lake churned with towering waves. The ground split, a massive crater forming.
The little girl's heart tightened. She knew the sect had welcomed a primal genius, but she hadn't expected him to be this formidable—younger than her, yet with astonishing potential.
It sparked a sense of urgency in her. Are all primal geniuses this strong?
"What kind of fist technique is that? I've never seen it before," she asked, shaking her numb arm. The technique was not only fierce and yang but also swift as a meteor, relentless and unending.
"My self-created Eighteen Fists to Subdue Girls—one punch, one whimpering monster!" Lin Fan replied coolly, leaping forward with an unparalleled aura, as if he alone reigned supreme.
The little girl's forehead twitched with exasperation. What kind of ridiculous name is that? He made it up on the spot!
"Take this!"
"Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"
"Daluofa Chant!"
"Prajna Buddhas!"
"Prajna Bama Kong!"
Lin Fan's fists and palms struck in unison, his momentum vast. Each blow carried devastating force, like divine blades slashing down, shaking the heavens and trembling the void.
Yet the names he shouted bore no relation to his attacks, chaotic and nonsensical.
The little girl struggled to keep up, retreating under the onslaught, fuming as she snapped, "What kind of garbage move names are these? None of them match! They sound like something those bald monks from the Western Sect would chant."
"Heh, silly girl, you actually believed me?" Lin Fan grinned, mocking her.
This little girl didn't seem too bright. Didn't she know an enemy's words were as trustworthy as a ghost's?
"What? You dare call me silly girl?!"
Her voice turned shrill, her eyes widening like an enraged kitten. Her sparkling eyes blazed with fury, her pearly teeth clenched tightly.
Her small fists balled up, her body trembling as if every inch of her skin radiated anger.
"No one's ever dared call me stupid! I'll beat you to death!" she cried, her eyes glinting with strange light as runes appeared, signaling a powerful divine art.
"Hah, that's my line, you trespassing, violent little girl!" Lin Fan sneered, fearless and ready to meet her challenge.
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