"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!