Supreme of the Heavenly Realm

"Young man, you are quite strong," Du Hanlin said, rubbing his chin. "But if you aim for twenty consecutive victories, you still lack some experience."

Du Hanlin, seasoned in battle, did not truly dismiss Ye Xuan with his words but aimed to bolster his own presence and suppress Ye Xuan’s sharpness, shaking Ye Xuan’s resolve.

"You cannot stop me."

Ye Xuan’s gaze was resolute, undisturbed by any external interference.

"If that’s the case, further words are useless. Let’s see the truth in action."

Admiring Ye Xuan’s steadfast nature, Du Hanlin raised his specially crafted pen in his hand, which was slim at the tip but thick around the handle and carved with scriptural inscriptions—clearly a weapon customized for him by the extreme combat arena.

Swoosh!

True Qi burst from his arm, pouring into the pen, causing the inscriptions to rapidly light up. He then suddenly stepped forward, his pen slicing through the air, as if it were tracing a stroke in a mural, radiating golden light as it struck towards Ye Xuan’s face.

This seemingly simple stroke was incredibly forceful and vigorous, containing a powerful righteous aura not expected from an old man.

Ye Xuan’s eyes flashed; he locked onto the pen stroke and simply flicked his sword to deflect it.

However, Du Hanlin’s offensive moves did not stop there. The first strike was merely a warm-up; the real fight was about to begin.