"Go die!"
The impostor Master Lin roared in fury.
The power of the Pointing-to-Mystery Realm lies in condensing inner strength at the fingertip—quantity transforms into quality, unleashing a devastating killing move.
The white qi ribbon at the impostor Master Lin's Pointing-to-Mystery fingertip instantly sliced through all the flames blocking Evan Lin's fist.
The unstoppable white ribbon slammed straight into Master Lin from Seacrest's fist.
A tidal wave of inner strength exploded on impact.
Boom!
The massive explosion made the entire Illustrious Gate Arena shake violently.
The ceiling lights swung back and forth; the whole building looked ready to collapse at any moment.
The impostor Master Lin performed 'one finger into Mystery' without a moment's hesitation, abandoning caution once again.
The moment the impostor Master Lin's finger-light struck, Evan Lin was sent flying backward, his body quietly digesting the invading inner strength.
The impostor Master Lin's heart suddenly sank, a wave of intense unease flooding him.
Evan Lin stared at the impostor Master Lin, flames swirling around his body, his expression tinged with oddness.
Luo Xiaozhi turned to Molly Su, forcing himself to stay calm. "That kid must be dead by now!"
The impostor Master Lin's eyes locked onto Evan Lin, rage twisting his face.
"After today, there will only be one Master Lin from Seacrest in the world—me!"
But then he saw Molly Su, her face bathed in firelight, smiling serenely.
"Go die! If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being weak—for stepping right up to me!"
The impostor Master Lin howled, his face pale as if he'd just seen a ghost.
Luo Xiaozhi was so enraged by Molly Su's words that his face turned red, veins bulging on his forehead. He clenched his fists, fury written all over him.
"Because he's Master Lin from Seacrest."
Molly Su spoke softly, her face full of resolve.
He was convinced that the finger strike just now had seriously injured Evan Lin's internal circulation—at the very least, Evan shouldn't be able to use inner strength for a while.
If a Pointing-to-Mystery expert is like a bottle crammed full of inner strength, then that white qi ribbon was jammed right in the bottle's neck.
Unless the inner strength inside the bottle completely neutralizes the ribbon, there's absolutely no way for it to burst out!
A Pointing-to-Mystery expert without inner strength is just a guy with a tougher body than most ordinary people.
"You'll tell me the answer."
Evan Lin shook his head. As he retreated at high speed, he suddenly came to a halt.
He tapped his toe on the ground, and from that point, ripples of fire spread across the floor.
Those ripples formed a strange symbol on the ground. Wherever the fiery lines passed, even broken, uneven rubble was burned flat.
"What the hell is this?!"
Master Lin's heart suddenly sank, a wave of intense unease flooding him.
The blade he condensed slashed for the youth's neck, but just as it was about to decapitate him, it melted away in an instant.
Melted!
Master Lin's eyes locked onto the youth, rage twisting his face.
Right before him stood an exceptionally handsome youth, his expression rebellious and full of disdain. Lava-red pupils glared at him, filled only with mockery and contempt!
No sign of pain, no sign that the finger-light had caused him any harm at all!
"Impossible!"
Master Lin howled, his face pale as if he'd just seen a ghost.
A Pointing-to-Mystery master, achieved with a single finger.
There was no way anyone could just take that finger strike so easily!
That finger strike!
It turned out to be utterly useless!
And his blade was shaped from inner strength—how could it possibly melt like that?!
Yet this impossible scene unfolded right before his eyes!
"You need to tell me what I want to know."
"Though you won't live to see the sunrise tomorrow."
Evan Lin's words shattered Master Lin's last psychological defenses. Sensing the danger, he stomped the ground and darted away, trying to escape.
Puh!
A cracking sound echoed in everyone's ears.
Just a moment ago, everyone watched as Master Lin pressed the youth again and again, forcing him to the brink of death.
But in the next instant, as Master Lin leapt backward, a searing pillar of fire erupted from the ground.
The massive pillar pierced the ceiling, melting through layer after layer of steel and concrete webbing above.
Boom!
The second-floor casino beneath Illustrious Gate was pierced through, and in the underground parking lot, a luxury car parked right above the fire was swallowed by the flames—its steel frame reduced to molten iron.
Above Illustrious Gate, the hotel rooms used for leisure and entertainment were burned through floor by floor, until even the rooftop was left with a gaping hole.
The pillar of fire shot skyward, breaking through every obstacle, lighting up the surroundings in a blazing red!
"They're all surrounded by that fire!"
"Are they trying to die together?"
"Oh my god..."
In the stands, countless people screamed in terror. Many scrambled to escape, afraid the sudden pillar of fire would reach them.
The extreme heat sent temperatures in the arena soaring.
"That's insane... Is he even human?"
Shen Yuanbao's lips were pale, his fat body drenched in sweat from the heat.
Rong Yue looked up at the pillar of fire. Its diameter was at most five meters, covering half the arena—and engulfing both the youth and Master Lin.
Both their bodies were swallowed by the flames—there was no sign of anyone escaping.
"This Pointing-to-Mystery is way too strong."
Lu Zi'ang's face was flushed red. Gripping the railing, he stared at the fire, eyes filled with excitement and awe.
"What is that thing?"
Luo Xiaozhi sat there, face full of horror, trembling uncontrollably—his back soaked in cold sweat.
Even among the Luo family's Pointing-to-Mystery experts, he'd never seen anyone summon so much fire!
It just didn't make any sense!
"Should we go?"
Luo Xiaozhi turned to Su Mo'er, forcing himself to stay calm. "That kid must be dead by now!"
"We..."
He wanted to say more.
But then he saw Su Mo'er, her face bathed in firelight, smiling serenely.
"He won't lose."
"Why are you so sure he won't lose? He must be dead already!"
Luo Xiaozhi was so enraged by Su Mo'er's words that his face turned red, veins bulging on his forehead. He clenched his fists, fury written all over him.
"Because he's Master Lin from Seacrest."
Su Mo'er spoke softly, her face full of resolve.