C14 The Might of the Grade 8 Lotus King!

Is Lin Ming out of his mind?

Not at all.

Lin Ming was once so proud that he turned down the highest salary offer. He braved countless frigid nights alone, and ultimately, he rose to the pinnacle of the internet world.

Now, reborn, his pride remains indelible.

The trouble with the Outer Sect was Huang Yaofeng's own doing. He even sought to cripple Lin Ming's cultivation and kill him during their duel.

Lin Ming had no reason to hold back against him!

Currently, Huang Yaori, believing himself superior as a disciple of the Inner Sect's Soaring Cloud Peak, looked down on Lin Ming.

He wanted Lin Ming to cripple his own cultivation and grovel for forgiveness. Lin Ming was seething with anger!

Lin Ming declared, "Since you're keen on making a wager, I'll play along. I'll make sure you live to regret it."

"This newcomer is outrageously arrogant. Senior Brother Yaori, give him a lesson he won't forget."

"He needs to be soundly defeated to uphold the honor of our Soaring Cloud Peak!"

Huang Yaori's supporters jeered at Lin Ming, their contemptuous stares piercing him. The slender youth stood like a fragile skiff amidst a tempest, seemingly on the verge of capsizing at any moment.

Especially the people from Soaring Cloud Peak and those accompanying Huang Yaori, they scorned Lin Ming even more.

Huang Yaofeng himself was momentarily taken aback.

Then, a savage grin spread across his face.

"So be it, I'll grant your request. But I won't let you off with an easy death. I will make you rue the day you were born."

His voice, chilling and sinister, echoed around them.

It was as though the crowd could already envision Huang Yaofeng mercilessly slaughtering Lin Ming.

"Do you think he can withstand even a few of Senior Brother's moves?"

"Senior Brother has advanced to the Middle Period of the Earthly Origin Stage. He could defeat Lin Ming in just three moves."

"Three moves? You're giving Lin Ming too much credit. I doubt he could handle even one."

Huang Yaofeng proclaimed with a sense of justice, "Everyone, bear witness for me. Today, Lin Ming, a newly advanced Inner Sect disciple, has challenged me to a duel to the death. I accept his challenge. Regardless of life or death, we shall not hold each other accountable!"

"Senior Brother Yaofeng, we stand as your witnesses!"

"Senior Brother Yaofeng, rest assured, we will bear witness for you."

The crowd echoed in agreement.

"Cold Wind Bone-twisting Hand!" Huang Yaori called out in a low voice.

In the next instant, Huang Yaori sprang into action. His hands were wrapped in a chilling, purple-black aura.

"This is a High Grade Human Rank martial skill. Paired with Senior Brother Yaofeng's formidable Elemental Energy, this technique is fearsome."

Someone marveled, "Senior Brother has merged with a Grade-3 Evil Aura, perfectly complementing his claw technique. Its destructive power is horrifying!"

Huang Yaori's move immediately betrayed his sinister intentions.

A biting cold wind swept through, tousling Lin Ming's black hair.

His face was revealed, handsome yet with a hint of youthful innocence.

"He's probably scared stiff," someone jeered.

Among the spectators, a petite yet strikingly attractive girl with an adorable face watched intently.

Her eyes were fixed on the slender young man on the stage, her fists clenched with a trace of sweat.

"Scream in agony!" Huang Yaori's face twisted with malice.

At that moment, within Lin Ming's Dantian, a deep icy blue vortex swirled violently.

Suddenly, a torrent of overwhelming power surged through Lin Ming's body.

He launched a punch directly at Huang Yaori's claw attack.

The claw and fist collided with a thunderous impact.

The Evil Aura burst forth.

Nearby disciples scrambled to unleash their Elemental Energy to shield themselves from the blast.

But then, they witnessed a scene that left them utterly astounded.

Huang Yaori was sent reeling backward.

"How is this possible?" someone shrieked.

Even those disciples who had scoffed at Lin Ming found their smirks freezing on their faces.

They were rendered speechless, as if choked into silence.

They had been shamed.

Meanwhile, Lin Ming stood unshaken, his punch still extended, with delicate ice crystals drifting down before him.

"Earthly Origin Stage!"

"Impossible. Even if he's reached the Earthly Origin Stage, he's only in the Early Period. How could he possibly repel Senior Brother Yaofeng?"

The disciples of Soaring Cloud Peak were utterly astounded.

Even more astonished was Huang Yaori, whose hand, previously outstretched to seize Lin Ming, now bore the marks of frostbite.

Such a fearsome and domineering Evil Force!

What grade of Evil Force had he merged with? Grade 4 or Grade 5?

Impossible, how could a newcomer possess such a rare Evil Force?

Hundreds of thoughts raced through Huang Yaori's mind, tinged with a wild envy.

Yet, without a doubt, Lin Ming had no intention of giving his adversary any respite.

He intended to strike at his opponent's vulnerability and secure victory.

"Completeness Ghost Step!"

For a moment, Huang Yaofeng, still stunned, found himself shrouded by nine substantial shadows.

Simultaneously, the shadows executed the Mystic Fist with impeccable coordination, each mirroring the Completeness level of the technique.

In an instant, the space seemed to fracture under the barrage of Fist Prints.

Seventy-two Fist Prints assailed Huang Yaofeng!

Moreover, even the onlookers surrounding the arena could sense the chilling Evil Force within Lin Ming's Elemental Energy. It effortlessly overpowered Huang Yaofeng's Elemental Energy.

Huang Yaofeng's Elemental Energy, infused with Evil Force, quivered as if a commoner cowering before a monarch.

"No, Black Tortoise Protection Barrier!"

In that moment, a flicker of terror crossed Huang Yaori's eyes.

He unleashed all his Elemental Energy, a formidable force befitting the Middle Period of the Earthly Origin Stage.

The energy coalesced into a massive tortoise shell around his body, radiating with an earthy yellow sheen, seemingly impregnable.

But then, the dreadful Fist Prints collided with the shell, and the sound of it shattering echoed throughout the venue, causing many warriors' pupils to contract sharply.

Lin Ming's fistwork was indeed masterful and complete, but it was the integrated Evil Force that truly struck terror into the hearts of the spectators.

The Evil Force disregarded any disparity in martial skill levels, erupting with an awe-inspiring might.

Above, the drifting ice petals resembled a cascade of blooming snow lotuses.