"What is he planning to do?"
"No idea. Is he actually going to fight those helicopters head-on?"
"Those are helicopters! Massive things just hovering up there—can any human really take them on?"
As Evan Lin stood up, everyone felt a jolt of tension deep inside.
In the eyes of the crowd, the space in front of the young man was pure emptiness.
Beneath the seven-colored rainbow bridge stretched a sheer abyss, hundreds of meters deep.
The roar of the rotors never stopped, slicing cold arcs through the air as waves of wild wind swept by one after another.
"Surrender now, or face the consequences!"
Inside the helicopter, someone shouted at Evan Lin through the radio.
To their eyes, the young man's frame looked thin—like he might drop from the sky at any moment.
The key thing was, the young man didn't look intimidating at all.
Calm.
Quiet.
Serene.
He looked just like any ordinary person—completely average.
But somehow, there wasn't a trace of fear or unease on him.
"This kid is standing a dozen meters away from us. Does he really think he can cross all that space, get right up to our helicopter, and take us out—without a scratch?"
The pilot glared at the figure with a cold expression.
"This so-called Master Lin from Seacrest has already twice declared he's going to go up against the Li family and Grandmaster Victor Zhou. He hasn't even thought about what kind of person he really is."
Another gunner, eyes full of disdain, said, "Just the skill of hovering in mid-air is way beyond anything he could pull off."
"Back when Grandmaster Victor Zhou was training, I saw it with my own eyes—he walked through mid-air like it was nothing. That kind of skill? That's real earth-shaking stuff. Truly impressive!"
As he spoke, his face was full of longing, clearly remembering the Divine Sign Grandmaster Victor Zhou displayed before.
"Compared to that, this kid is just hanging out in mid-air. It's worlds apart."
The man sneered, finishing his sentence with contempt.
"Sounds like Victor Zhou does have a few tricks up his sleeve."
A cool, aloof voice sounded right by his ear.
"Of course he does..."
"Wait, that's not right—his name is Grandmaster Victor Zhou! How can you be so disrespectful? You—"
Hearing the voice, the man instinctively snapped back.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was off.
Where did this kid come from?!
His eyes went wide as he stared at the youth now standing right at the tip of the gun barrel, face utterly calm—like he'd just seen a ghost.
Just a second ago, that kid was over ten meters away!
Even if he could fly, it should take time!
"Ah!"
He cried out, trying desperately to swing the gun around and aim at the youth.
But he didn't even have time to move.
Evan Lin tapped lightly with his toe, landing right on the gun barrel beneath him.
With a single step, the whole gun barrel twisted and warped.
It looked downright terrifying.