If Xin Lin wants to defeat Tuoba with just the Nine Streams Spiritual Technique, she’s too naive.
"Without her Spiritual Beast, she’s nothing to fear."
Tuoba sneered lightly when he saw the Water Mist.
The Water Mist Technique is easily dispelled, it disappears with just a bit of Spiritual Power.
He shook his body, and the spirit spear in his hand danced.
The dancing of the spirit spear was like a Jiao Long unleashed, extraordinary indeed.
After so spear dancing, Tuoba’s spiritual energy was mostly consud, but when he retracted his spear, his face froze.
The white mist had not dispersed.
This?
Tuoba was dumbfounded, sensing sothing wrong with his limbs.
His limbs were numb!
Even his internal Spiritual Power wasn’t working well.
Oh no, this wasn’t an ordinary Water Mist Technique!
By the ti Tuoba realized his limbs were paralyzed, it was too late.
Little did he know, the more he recklessly used his Spiritual Power, the more effective the Mist Technique beca on him.
The result of ineffective Spiritual Power was his Turtle Shell Transformation rapidly fading.
Tuoba’s face changed drastically.
Bang—
Amidst the mist, a foot erged, kicking Tuoba onto his back.
"Stop... stop... I..."
Knowing the situation was dire, Tuoba wanted to beg for rcy.
But after stamring for a while, he found that even his tongue was stiffened.
He couldn’t articulate, couldn’t even utter a coherent plea for rcy.
In stark contrast, Xin Lin’s fist showed no hesitation, raining down on Tuoba...
What kind of Spirit Art is this?
At this point, the other students, except for Master Fang, also felt a paralysis in their limbs.
"This is not the Water Mist Technique."
Realizing sothing was wrong, Master Fang knew things had gone awry.
He wanted to rush in to stop Xin Lin, but although he would not be affected by the Mist Technique’s paralysis, his vision was impaired.
All he could hear were continuous cries of pain.
Those cries belonged to Tuoba.
Eventually, the cries stopped abruptly, clearly indicating he had fainted.
After a quarter of an hour, when the mist finally dissipated, Master Fang’s sight cleared montarily, seeing a figure fly out and crash onto the training ground.
Tuoba had already been beaten unconscious by Xin Lin.
"Is there anyone else who has a problem with my leadership position?"
Xin Lin’s voice rang with authority as she stepped on Tuoba’s back, her small figure suddenly exuding an awe-inspiring aura like a long-dormant volcano erupting.
Around her, students from the other two classes fell silent, not daring to utter a word.
If Tuoba couldn’t match her, others stood no chance.
Master Fang’s face was grim, trembling with anger.
His prized students, Tuoba and Yu Jian, had both been taught a lesson by Xin Lin.
"Xin Lin, what is the aning of this? The practical class is ant for you to exchange Spirit Art techniques. The way you dismantled Tuoba, this wasn’t an exchange, it was clearly settling a personal vendetta!"
Master Fang pointed at Xin Lin, scolding her.
"Master Fang, you can’t bla for this. You saw it yourself, this Spirit Art was my first ti using it. I am not yet familiar with it, and before I knew it, I couldn’t control it myself. Inside the mist, I couldn’t even see my Five Fingers, and I heard sothing swoosh by my ear and panicked, leading to a frenzy of attacks. As a result, Tuoba ended up like that. Once I beco skilled with it, this will never happen again!"
Xin Lin looked helpless.
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