Wherever everyone looked, they saw the young man walking forward at a leisurely pace, each step landing precisely on the shattered cracks in the floor.
Every step was perfectly ordinary, showing no sign of any force at all, yet wherever he passed, those shattered cracks seemed to be stirred by some mysterious power and slowly knit themselves back together.
Every spot he stepped on was restored to its original state.
"Breaking something is simple—it only takes enough strength. But to restore what’s been broken, mere strength is useless."
Old Master Wu let out a sigh. "This boy... he’s probably already entered the Vajra Realm!"
"You mean... he's a Vajra Realm expert?"
Martin Wu shuddered all over. When he looked at Evan Lin again, his gaze was completely different.
Thinking back to the questions he’d just asked the young man in the hall, Martin Wu now felt a gnawing anxiety, his mind in turmoil—and suddenly, it all made sense.
"No wonder, even when I kept pressing him, he could calmly and confidently deny everything."
"He never seemed weak just because he lacked a powerful family background."
He never seemed humble just because he lacked a powerful backer.
That kind of calm and composure—it turns out he really is a Vajra Realm expert!
Martin Wu’s voice sounded strained, his face twisted in a bitter smile. As he looked over at Evan Lin, and saw the once-shattered floor behind him now perfectly restored, he felt a deep sense of embarrassment, as if he’d been showing off his skills before a master.
How old is he anyway? Seventeen? Eighteen? A Vajra at that age—his future is limitless. Even if he just stands there and says a few words, countless families would be eager to win him over! A single person like him could carry the prosperity of an entire clan!
I was blind—I misjudged him completely.
Martin Wu muttered, full of regret, "Only a genius like this could ever catch Selina's eye. No wonder... no wonder."
If only I’d treated him with respect earlier, maybe I could’ve earned some goodwill.
But now, looking back, it seems it’s already too late.
He’s not just some ordinary Vajra—being able to silently restore the floor like that is far beyond the power of a fifth-grade Vajra.
Old Master Wu’s face grew solemn.
Martin Wu trembled all over, his heart in turmoil. "Not a fifth-grade Vajra... could it be, he's already reached fourth-grade?"
Fourth-grade Vajra!
Even Old Master Wu, after a lifetime in the military, only ever reached fifth-grade Vajra.
Looking across all of Jinnan, maybe only a handful of experts in the Southriver Sword Sect have surpassed fourth-grade Vajra.
For someone this young to reach Vajra Realm is already a miracle. If he’s truly a fourth-grade Vajra...
That would be a terrifying level of talent!
Martin Wu’s mouth was dry, his expression deeply conflicted. Old Master Wu remained silent, lost in thought.
Tyson Tu watched Evan Lin approach, his gaze growing grave as a powerful sense of danger welled up inside him.
"You were looking for me—well, here I am."
Evan Lin spoke with indifference, striding forward until he stood before Tyson Tu. As soon as he finished speaking, he calmly raised his right fist and, without hesitation, landed a clean punch right to Tyson’s face!
"Courting death!"
Tyson Tu's face turned cold. Seeing Evan Lin strike first, he quickly gathered his inner strength, stepped back with one foot, then swung his right leg upward, aiming a fierce kick at Evan's elbow.
He thought Evan Lin would dodge, but to his surprise, his kick landed squarely on Evan's wrist.
But before Tyson Tu could feel pleased, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Instead of forcing the youth back, his foot throbbed with pain—as if he’d kicked not a human limb, but solid steel!
And that young man's fist, instead of being thrown off course by the kick, stayed perfectly on target—landing the next instant, right on Tyson Tu’s cheek!
Bang!
A tremendous force exploded outward.
Tyson Tu was sent flying, crashing into the wall behind him with a deafening boom. His body smashed into the old gray stone courtyard wall, leaving a deep, human-shaped pit.
"I came here to settle things between us. Your son is the one I beat. If you’re still upset, I can always make time to kill him too—end it once and for all. What do you say?" Evan Lin’s eyes grew cold; without even glancing at the Tyson Tu he’d just sent flying, he turned to Sandra Guan, whose face was twisted in horror as if she’d seen a ghost.