"Oh!" Lin Meilin's eyes narrowed into slits as her eyes darted between Yang Ze in front of her and the afterimage left behind that turned into a small speck of internal energy before falling to the ground and creating a small explosion that was enough to kill a mortal in an instant.
"Interesting."
Yang Ze's figure didn't just stop in front of her, but kept on circling around her. In less than five seconds, there were almost twenty afterimages left around her that all soon turned into specks of internal energy, creating explosions all around Lin Meilin, who didn't even move from her initial position.
It wasn't until the dust from the numerous explosions settled that Yan Ze appeared in front of her with a proud face.
"How was it?"
Even though he didn't mean to show off, he was undoubtedly proud of his skill. This was a technique that he created by himself. Although ninety-nine percent of it was due to enlightenment, the one percent was undoubtedly his effort.
