That blade of red-gold, appearing out of thin air in the void, gleamed with a chilling, icy light.
Its edge pointed straight at Gavin Duan, who was still trapped by the Akagold Net!
"With one slash, even if you had copper skin and iron bones, you'd be utterly erased beneath my blade!"
Elder Gordon Jin wore a cold smile. The red-gold blade surged with light, floating gently—every slight movement seemed to split the very air itself.
"Elder Gordon Jin of Medicine King Valley!"
"I've long heard that the elders of Medicine King Valley possess immortal-level techniques. Seeing it today, it's truly deserving of their reputation!"
"Dying at Elder Gordon Jin's hands—what an honor!"
Many people stood up, faces flushed with excitement as they stared at Elder Gordon Jin in the arena.
Most of those present had never even qualified to meet anyone from Medicine King Valley before.
Right now, seeing Elder Gordon Jin in person, plenty of them wished they could rush up and cling to his leg, desperate to make a connection.
Gavin Duan struggled fiercely against the red-gold net, but no matter how hard he tried to tear it off, the Akagold Net kept winding around him, impossible to break free.
"Slash!"
Elder Gordon Jin spoke coldly, pressing his palm downward.
In the air, the red-gold blade slowly descended, heading straight for Gavin Duan's head.
This strike—enough to split mountains and shatter stone!
That icy blade glow was just about to reach its target.
At that moment, everyone’s gaze was locked on the red-gold blade.
A young man rose from his seat.
The wind stirred.
Evan Lin gently tapped the ground with one foot, his hand behind his back. With a few light, graceful steps, he landed right in front of Gavin Duan. Looking up, his face calm, Evan stared at the red-gold blade descending toward him.
Under the red-gold blade, his black hair was dyed a shimmering golden hue.
In those dark eyes, there was nothing but coldness—a detached indifference.
"Evan Lin!"
Seeing Evan suddenly appear beneath the blade, Rachel Liu's expression instantly changed.
Sawyer Summer jumped up from his seat, eyes wide, too late to stop him.
Quentin Wang grinned, looking like he was here just for the show.
Aiden Li sneered coldly, just waiting for Elder Gordon Jin’s blade to fall and slice that reckless kid in two right on the spot.
Once Evan Lin died, Aiden Li could take over the Summer family's five billion yuan business!
At that point, the Summer clan would be wiped out, and the Li family would reign supreme in Seacrest Prefecture for the next fifty years!
"Is that kid insane?!"
"Damn, he only managed to fight Huang Longji to a draw, and now he dares to step up at a time like this!"
"He’s looking for death, seriously!"
"With this slash, that kid’s gonna get split in half!"
The crowd broke out in heated discussion, staring at Evan Lin as he stood calmly beneath the blade’s glow.
Gavin Duan looked up at the boy’s thin figure standing before him. Right now, in his eyes, Evan was like a god descending to earth—unrivaled and awe-inspiring!
Courting death! My blade is nothing like those so-called inner-strength techniques—this is true mystical power! You’re just an ordinary kid. Even if you fought Huang Longji to a draw, in my eyes, you’re nothing but a bug!
Fine, I’ll just cut you down too and be done with it!
Elder Gordon Jin let out a cold laugh and slammed his palm downward.
The red-gold blade blazed with light, hurtling down toward the youth’s head.
In everyone’s eyes, the boy’s face remained calm and silent. He slowly raised his right hand, and in the red-gold glow, that palm seemed especially dazzling and radiant.
Ding!
The moment that red-gold blade pressed all the way down, a metallic clang rang out.
In the next instant, everyone was suddenly stunned.
"That kid—he caught the blade!"
More than just caught it, he straight-up grabbed the whole thing!
Over there, Evan Lin reached out his hand and pinched the descending red-gold blade between two fingers, right in midair.
The domineering golden blade was completely stopped by Evan’s fingertips—unable to drop even a millimeter!
"Reckless brat!"
Elder Gordon Jin sneered, roaring as he attacked again.
The golden net that had trapped Gavin Duan suddenly flew off him and shot toward Evan Lin from behind, trying to wrap him up.
If the Akagold Net could fully ensnare Evan Lin, the blade would be freed to strike down.
"Break."
Surrounded from both sides, Evan Lin spoke calmly. Misty water vapor erupted from his body.
That mist condensed into a water wall—so thin it looked like a cicada’s wing, yet it completely blocked the golden net. Not only that, the water wall surged back, tangling itself around the red-gold net.
Water vapor roiled and surged, impossible to separate. The Akagold Net was stuck like it had fallen into a swamp, unable to break free.
"How is this possible?!"
Elder Gordon Jin’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the water wall.
That was definitely not just inner-strength externalization!
If the boy in front of him was merely a Vajra Realm expert, Elder Gordon Jin wouldn’t be so shocked. But that water wall, it had clearly surpassed the limits of martial arts!
"You—you’re a Mystic Arts Adept too!"
Elder Gordon Jin kept talking, utterly shocked. The look in his eyes as he stared at Evan Lin was beyond mere astonishment.
"What?! That boy is a Mystic Arts Adept too?"
"No way! He’s so young!"
In the audience, many people were amazed after hearing Elder Gordon Jin’s words.
"Evan Lin… is a Mystic Arts Adept?" Rachel Liu was stunned.
"He’s only in his teens, yet he can block the skills of an Elder from Medicine King Valley!" The Liu family patriarch was overwhelmed.
"That’s child’s play for him—he’s Lin Jiuxuan!" Liu Lumeng, who hadn’t spoken until now, suddenly muttered.
She stood up, looking at the lone youth in the arena.
At first glance, he seemed calm as water; look again, and he was a raging storm; examine closer, and he was like a mountain or an ocean—sharp and unmatched!
"What did you say? Lin Jiuxuan!"
The Liu patriarch whipped his head around to look at Liu Lumeng, eyes full of shock; even his voice turned hoarse.
"That’s right, he’s the Lin Jiuxuan who killed a fourth-grade Vajra in Luyang City, and who defeated Elder Mu from Medicine King Valley."
Liu Lumeng nodded, "That day, Quentin Wang and I went to Luyang City to watch the match. It was him—he’s insanely strong."
"Lin Jiuxuan… Lin Jiuxuan is actually Evan Lin, Rachel’s classmate!" The Liu patriarch muttered, face extremely agitated.
The others were all startled by the Liu patriarch’s reaction.
"Is Lin Jiuxuan really that powerful?" Du Jing asked cautiously. She wasn’t part of this circle; she spent most of her time shopping with rich ladies.
"If he really is the legendary Lin Jiuxuan, then he’s a genius who appears once in a hundred—no, a thousand years! Forget being the best in Jiangcheng; even calling him Seacrest Prefecture’s number one, no one would disagree!" The old Liu patriarch took a deep breath, full of awe.
He turned his head, eyes burning as he looked at Evan Lin, murmuring, "He alone could support an entire clan. If my Liu family had his help, we’d be the number one in Seacrest Prefecture!"
The patriarch’s words made Liu Xuelong’s hand tremble, Du Jing’s face turn pale, and Rachel Liu dazed and absent-minded.
She lowered her head, looking at the youth in the arena, unable to calm herself for a long while.