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They were tied together tightly and securely.
In my eyes, they were nothing more than two defenseless lambs, waiting to be slaughtered.
I can easily and effortlessly suppress them completely, leaving them no chance to fight back.
He spoke at length,
He clenched his strong fist and swung it forcefully in the air.
His expression suggested that, in his eyes, the two opponents were so fragile and easily defeated.
They are nothing more than ants that can be captured with a mere flick of the wrist, insignificant and not worth mentioning.
Upon hearing this, Lin Wanting
Her originally gentle and docile eyebrows, like crescent moons, instantly turned upside down.
It looked like two gleaming, incredibly sharp blades were slanted into her smooth, jade-like forehead.
Her chest heaved violently with anger, like surging, turbulent waves.
Each violent rise and fall seemed to be an attempt to vent the burning anger within.
"You're just bragging!"
Her voice was sharp and filled with rage, like a sharp dagger.
It instantly pierced the slightly dull and oppressive atmosphere around them.
"Aren't you just like them, a martial artist at the Transcendent Realm?"
After all,
She clasped her hands tightly to her chest, as if building an impenetrable, airtight defensive barrier.
His eyes were full of doubt and suspicion, as if his gaze could penetrate He Yuzhu's body and see right through him.
In her opinion, He Yuzhu's words were utterly absurd, a boast that was practically out of this world, and completely lacked any credibility.
He Yuzhu was rebuked by her like that.
However, not a trace of anger appeared on his face.
Instead, he chuckled twice, his laughter carrying a hint of nonchalance and indifference.
He slowly turned his head, his movements deliberately slowed, exuding an air of magnanimity and indifference.
He seemed unwilling to get entangled with her in this momentary verbal dispute.
He Yuzhu knew perfectly well what was going on.
It was clear that arguing with Lin Wanting about these trivial matters was completely futile.
He has always believed that "facts speak louder than words."
I think once we get to the actual site, we should let the tangible results speak for themselves.
This is far more convincing than any verbal sparring at this moment, and it will be more likely to convince Lin Wanting.
Lin Wanting looked at He Yuzhu's indifferent attitude.
It felt as if a sharp steel needle had pierced my heart.
A mixture of sourness and stinging pain surged within me, making it almost impossible to breathe.
In an instant, the past years surged back into her heart like a tidal wave.
She recalled the countless arduous mornings she had endured over the years in order to hone her martial arts skills.
Before countless dawns, when the sky was still dark and all was silent...
She had to fight off her intense sleepiness and struggle to get out of her warm bed.
Without hesitation, he threw himself into practicing martial arts.
In winter, the biting wind feels like a sharp blade, stinging your face.
The icy air, when inhaled, felt as if it were freezing the blood into ice.
Yet her figure remained agile, and every move she made was a testament to her hard work and dedication, even amidst the freezing snow.
Every drop of sweat that fell instantly froze into ice.
In summer, the sun blazes fiercely, its intense rays pouring down without any obstruction.
The ground was scorching hot; even walking barefoot on it felt like your shoes were going to go soft.
Her clothes were repeatedly soaked and dried with sweat, leaving patches of white salt stains, like marks etched by time.
And so, through the changing seasons, day after day, she never missed a single day.
Even with such extraordinary efforts,
To this day, Lin Wanting is merely a martial artist with internal strength.
She still vividly remembers that scene.
When the master looked at her, his eyes were full of helplessness, and he kept shaking his head.
His face was filled with deep regret.
This is because her meridians were naturally narrow, like a winding and narrow river channel.
It is difficult to smoothly accommodate and transport vital energy.
This congenital defect made it extremely difficult for her to embark on the path of cultivation from the very beginning.
For every bit of effort others put in, they will reap a corresponding reward.
But she has to put in double, or even more, time and energy.
Every step forward is several times more difficult than for ordinary people.
Even so, the peak of internal strength was still a distant dream for her.
That target was like a twinkling star in the night sky, seemingly within reach, but in reality, it was far away.
Lin Wanting gazed at the goal that seemed so close yet remained forever out of reach.
My heart is filled with helplessness and resentment.
But she never had the thought of giving up, and she always persevered and strived on the path of cultivation.
Every day at dawn, before the first rays of sunlight have completely dispelled the chill of the night...
She was already sweating profusely in the courtyard, every move and stance reflecting her yearning for the pinnacle of martial arts.
In the stillness of the night, when all is quiet and others have long since drifted into sweet dreams,
She was still in the dim light, reviewing the day's training and pondering the mysteries of martial arts.
Lin Wanting looked up at He Yuzhu, who was not far away.
He was only a few years older than me, and had not yet turned thirty.
His body already exuded the chilling aura unique to masters of the Transcendent Realm.
He stood there, like a towering, unshakeable mountain.
The surrounding air seemed to tremble slightly at his presence.
Lin Wanting felt a mix of emotions.
I envy He Yuzhu for reaching the pinnacle of martial arts at such a young age.
Every move he made, every technique he executed, displayed the demeanor of a grandmaster.
That was a height she longed for but could never reach.
Envy makes the scales of fate so tipped.
He was bestowed with such extraordinary talent and opportunity.
It was as if the god of fate had showered him with all his favor from the moment he was born.
But more than anything, it was a deep-seated sense of powerlessness.
He practiced diligently day and night, his hands covered with calluses and scars from years of weapon training.
My body was also exhausted from countless high-intensity training sessions.
However, they have always been unable to catch up with it.
In this cruel world of martial arts,
She was like a fledgling bird unable to flap its wings.
Facing the vast sky, I felt a deep sense of longing to soar but also a sense of powerlessness.
Amidst Lin Wanting's deep worry and unease, the taxi slowly drove towards the suburbs.
The car's air conditioning blew out wisps of cool air.
The cold wind, as if carrying shards of ice, pierced straight into her collar.
But it couldn't dispel the gloom in her heart.
The scenery outside the window gradually changed from a bustling metropolis with heavy traffic.