He read it.
He smiled.
He understood it completely — the mechanism she'd chosen, the world designed to hammer external cultivators down to manageable ranges, the trap built for exactly the kind of target he'd been presented as. She'd brought him here to level him.
His smile was still in place when her foot connected with his ribs.
BAANNNNGGG!!!
The kick was not a normal kick.
She'd unloaded everything she had into it — qi-burst at the point of impact, full body rotation, the heel-strike angled to maximize the structural damage to the target point, three years of combat cultivation compressed into a single movement that she'd been building toward for the last several minutes of hair-dragging.
It would have sent an Immortal Realm's King candidate through a mountain.
It did, in fact, send the mountain through itself.
