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"What? Is what Qingyun said true?" Another discussion broke out in the audience. "Wasn't the 'Amazing Step' created by Mr. Lin?"

"Qingyun must be talking nonsense. This 'Amazing Step' is something we've watched Mr. Lin gradually evolve in match after match!"

"As for your family, it's just a second-rate aristocratic family. What good martial arts skills do you have?"

"Watch closely, this is the Qing Family Flying Snow Step, not your attention-grabbing 'Flying Swan Step'." Qing Yun said coldly, her figure suddenly becoming ethereal, silently following behind Lin Yuhao like snowflakes falling in the night sky.

Lin Yuhao's pupils shrank, his heart filled with disbelief. His Jinghong Step was indeed from the Qing family's Flying Snow Step. This Flying Snow Step was the essence of the Qing family's martial arts. Qing Haolin couldn't even achieve the minor Chengdu step back then. How did Qing Yun, this good-for-nothing, manage to do it?

Qingyun's every step seemed to follow some mysterious trajectory, unexpectedly blocking Lin Yuhao's path each time. His movements were sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and finally he practically disappeared from the arena, causing everyone to widen their eyes and follow his figure, yet they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the hem of his clothes.

Qingyun was a martial arts genius. He could master the martial arts techniques of this small world at a glance. Although the Flying Snow Step was exquisite, it was not difficult for him.

Nie Chenyuan stood in the Nie family's private room, pulled back the curtain, and looked at Qingyun openly, his eyes filled with infatuation.

"These two movement techniques seem to originate from the same source, and Qingyun's is obviously..." One person stopped mid-sentence, but the onlookers all knew that Qingyun's was clearly more authentic and superior in skill, full of beauty yet containing hidden killing intent, making it extremely eerie.

"Good!" Suddenly, a deep, aged voice filled with admiration rang out, its powerful energy resonating throughout the entire venue.

Upon recognizing the man, Zhang Jingguo's expression immediately changed to one of surprise: "Old He!"

Ignoring the obstruction of those around him, Old He followed Gu Lang, circling around the outer edge of the arena: "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful! Every step is like a snowflake falling, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, leaving no trace, killing without a trace like a ghost!"

"No!" His expression turned serious, then he became completely absorbed, bending over to watch Qingyun's landing trajectory without any regard for his image. However, he seemed to be struggling greatly, losing track of her several times. "This...this trajectory..."

The more Old He looked, the more alarmed he became, and he couldn't help but take a deep look at Qingyun.

"Who is this guy? He's so annoying, circling around like that!" someone in the audience shouted impatiently. The slovenly old man circling the ring was seriously affecting their enjoyment of the match. At that moment, they didn't realize that their attention was completely drawn to Qingyun's movement technique.

"Keep your voice down!" One person slapped the audience member who had just spoken and leaned over to whisper, "Don't let his slovenly appearance fool you, he's the number one martial artist in the ancient martial arts world today, the most powerful one at the peak of the acquired realm!"

"What? He's at the Perfected Stage of the Acquired Realm? Then how come he still can't catch up with Qingyun?"

The audience was astonished, shaking their heads and sighing as they looked at Qingyun. This match had truly exceeded their expectations.

Lin Yuhao was driven to despair by Qingyun's relentless pursuit, but Qingyun played like a cat toying with a mouse, easily stopping him without launching a direct attack. He struggled to escape, only to be caught again and again, leaving Lin Yuhao utterly defeated.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible!" Lin Yuhao looked at the mocking smile in Qingyun's eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, and when he turned his head, he saw that the old man He, whom he had been looking forward to, was now chasing after Qingyun like a madman. He was immediately filled with resentment and spat out a mouthful of blood!

Qingyun slowly stopped, looked at Lin Yuhao, and her eyes held a hint of mockery.

"good!"

The audience was completely bewildered, unaware that Lin Yuhao had vomited blood because he was angry; they assumed Qingyun had injured him. They were so moved by the scene that they immediately forgot their pre-competition stance and cheered for Qingyun. Afterwards, they looked embarrassed, only to find that their companions all shared the same expression.

"Kid! Kid! Teach me! Teach me that Flying Snow Step technique!" Old He immediately tried to climb onto the stage, saying, "I'll become your disciple!"

He then knelt down and kowtowed several times to Qingyun.

Inside the private room, the family heads remained silent, looking at Elder He, who was kowtowing to Qingyun and declaring his intention to become her disciple, and then at Qingyun, whose unsteady gait made it impossible to discern the depth of her cultivation. Their eyes were filled with bitterness.

On the other hand, Nie Songping stopped pretending and happily started eating sunflower seeds.

Qingyun ignored Old He. He knew the man's identity; he was a martial arts fanatic, and it seemed that his relationship with Lin Yuhao wasn't very deep.

Qingyun didn't care, but when Lin Yuhao saw that Old He, whom he had desperately tried to get attention from, was treating Qingyun so enthusiastically, his mind was shaken again. He raised his fist, roared, and charged towards Qingyun.

He appeared impulsive and reckless, but a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. Lin Yuhao's punch contained a hidden, insidious force; if Qingyun were hit, the consequences would be the same as his father's—he wouldn't even know how he died.

"Thunderbolt?" Qingyun laughed loudly, raising his fist to meet the attack. A visible shockwave erupted, and Lin Yuhao collapsed onto the stage like a rag doll.

This Thunderclap Fist was Lin Yuhao's signature move. It wasn't a special martial art at all; it was just a common, introductory technique in the ancient martial arts world. Lin Yuhao displayed astonishing power with this simple technique, which is why he became famous overnight.

Unexpectedly, Qingyun used this very move to defeat him.

Ignoring Elder He, who was still pestering her to become his disciple, Qingyun slowly walked towards Lin Yuhao.

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