The killing intent missed its mark.
Lin Xiao's reaction speed was equally swift. The moment he realized it was an afterimage, he used his right foot as a pivot, transforming the force of his failed dodge into momentum. He spun around, his body forming a forty-five-degree angle with the ground, revolving around his right foot.
Nangong Huang's palm grazed past Lin Xiao. At their closest, the hand was less than a centimeter from Lin Xiao's nose. Lin Xiao could even feel a slight burning sensation on his nose.
"Look..."
The construction workers repairing the upper floor slowed their movements, watching the spar below.
"Is this a movie shoot?"
They watched with curiosity. The two figures moved with incredible speed, creating countless phantom images. Lin Xiao's near-ground spin especially resembled a scene from a film.
It looked as if he were suspended by wires.
"Kind of. This must be the home of some famous actor. Such a large house. Ah, actors have it good, making so much money!"
One of them remarked.
"Can't help it, they're talented. Look how dedicated they are."
"Indeed. Much better than the fight scenes in that TV drama we watched the other day."
Five minutes.
In just five minutes, Lin Xiao and Nangong Wentian had separated. Both their chests heaved slightly.
During these five minutes, they had exchanged over two hundred moves.
Their clothes were inevitably slightly damaged.
"Senior, you are formidable."
Lin Xiao had never truly sparred with elders like them before. Only Zhao Yuanchao had offered him some guidance back then, but it was nothing like this full-fledged sparring session.
He could feel that Nangong Wentian had not held back at all.
"Young friend, my old bones must concede defeat!"
Nangong Wentian had no intention of continuing. He withdrew his hands, brushed some fallen leaves off his person, and wore a wry smile.
Just moments ago, when he faced Lin Xiao, he had found himself at a slight disadvantage. Though the disadvantage seemed insignificant—not a single fallen leaf clung to Lin Xiao's person—it was enough.
He had dedicated over eighty years to martial arts, witnessed several eras of the Dragon Country, fought in battles to defend his nation, and mentored countless students in his martial arts school.
Yet, he had never imagined that one day, in pure hand-to-hand combat, he would be helpless against a young man.
At this moment, he finally understood.
No wonder he couldn't open that door, even with the key.
He had strived for so many years, studied for so many years, and now he knew that some things were not achievable through effort alone.
Ordinary people who experienced life and death, accumulating experience over countless years, could only reach the peak of ordinary humanity.
The Divine Realm, a state not even considered human, could naturally only be entered by those who were not ordinary to begin with.
For example, Lin Xiao, now.
In his twenties, he had reportedly only practiced martial arts for four years.
In those four years, he had honed the art of combat for killing to such a degree.
Without any wasted movements or superfluous actions, had he made even the slightest mistake just now, his life would have been in danger.