Greenhorns might’ve cracked under his menace—lost their nerve.
Not Lin Yun.
“Scum like you shouldn’t breathe—since we’ve crossed paths, I’ll end you,” Lin Yun smirked.
“Ha, kid—uncle’s killed more than you’ve had hot dinners, you’re done today!”
Cackling wild.
The prisoner flared his second-turn Tribulation realm aura.
Second-turn, sure—but Lin Yun knew he outclassed Cao Zheng by a mile!
And this nutter was out for blood.
A fearless second-turn Tribulation realm scrapping for his life? Way dicier than your average one!
“Blood Curse!”
*Boom!*
A terrifying soul-sense wave blasted toward Lin Yun!
Laced with brutal killing aura!
In a blink, it swallowed him—bloodlight haloed him from afar.
“Soul-sense—on!”
Lin Yun unleashed his own—countering the smothering malice.
*Boom!*
The bloodlight shattered.
The grey-robed prisoner blinked, stunned, “No effect? Not a scratch?”
His trick could rattle foes—cloud their minds, tank their state—or drive them mad outright!
“Neat move—cooked up with some grim stuff, eh? Too bad it’s useless on me,” Lin Yun stared him down.
His soul-sense was too high—immune to mind-melting junk.
“Little git—taste real terror then!”
The prisoner flicked his hand—red claws snapped onto his fists.
Blades three-four centimeters long, beast-like, glowing bloody red.
“Die, heh!”
He cackled, lunging for close-quarters!
“Fun—I love a mad scrap, keeps it spicy!” Lin Yun grinned—no fear, just thrill.
He’s a psycho?
Lin Yun’s a nut too—a battle-junkie, dancing on death’s edge!
Sword flashed—power surged, all in!
The prisoner’s claws closed in.
Lin Yun swung!
*Clang!*
Sword swept the claws aside—blade aimed for his heart!
The prisoner yanked a claw back to block—mid-move, he twisted, slashing at Lin Yun point-blank, body contorting!
“What?!”
The switch caught Lin Yun flat-footed.
*Splurch!*
Sharp claws raked his chest—five deep gashes, flesh gaping!
Lin Yun’s sword stabbed his collarbone—blood gushed from his shoulder.
“Gah-gah!”
“Again!”
Pierced, he laughed—claws slashing for Lin Yun’s throat!
Sword stuck in his bone—too late to pull!
Lin Yun threw up his left arm.
*Splurch!*
Claws tore his forearm—deep cuts—Lin Yun yanked his sword, leaping back!
Judges’ stand.
“Trouble—Lin Yun’s hurt!”
“Looks like 36’ll stop him.”
“His foe’s a lunatic—doesn’t play normal, regular second-turn Tribulation realm can’t match this!”
“Aye, a seasoned, fearless second-turn’s a nightmare—way tougher!”
Envoys sighed at the screen.
Cowards fear the bold—bold fear the reckless—fearless foes are hell!
“Lin Yun’s got cards left—hasn’t gone all-out, might flip it,” Liang Yuan stared, hopeful.
On the arena.
Lin Yun checked his arm and chest—nasty wounds.
Blood soaked his robes red.
But the gashes wriggled—bleeding slowed.
Surface wounds—no biggie for him!
They fired him up—made it juicier!
The claws carried thick malice—like plague, creeping in.
Lin Yun surged inner force—quashing it.
His body’s grit held—malice just nicked his strength a tad, 10-20% tops!
Weaker frame? That’d kill!
The prisoner licked blood off his claws, sneering, “Kid, your defense’s decent—most second-rank Mahayana’d be dead!”
His claws were razor-sharp—weak armor meant curtains.
“You’re not bad—didn’t dodge, shoulder hole sting much?” Lin Yun smirked.
“Heh, wounds? I said I’d show you crazy—fear!!!” He cackled.
He charged again—reckless as ever!
“Come on—I live for this!” Lin Yun licked dry lips—psyched.
Fear? Nah!
Blood just cranked his madness!
*Boom! Rip! Splurch!*
Clash exploded.
Lin Yun’d been duped once—warier now.
Malice cut his edge, sure—but that shoulder gash dropped the prisoner’s too!
Frenzied blows—both racking up cuts!
“Now!”
“Heaven-Shaking Hand, Second Turn!”
Mid-scrap, Lin Yun nabbed his shot.
