After speaking, the young man in white waved his long saber and slashed at Master Lin.
"Heh, kid, if you want to fight me, you should go back and practice for a few more years!"
Master Lin sneered, standing with his hands behind his back.
Facing the oncoming saber, he did not dodge or evade, his face full of arrogance.
A strange look flashed in the eyes of the young man in white, as he couldn't understand what gave Master Lin the confidence to disregard him.
Could it be that he had a body of bronze and iron bones?
Unfortunately, even with a body of bronze and iron bones, it couldn't withstand the might of this saber strike!
"You, die for me!"
The young man in white shouted and brought down the saber.
However, as the saber reached its highest point, it made a cracking sound, like the sound of breaking glass...
And as he slashed down, the entire saber suddenly shattered into a mist of ice, scattering with the movement of the saber...
It turned out that the white light emitted by Master Lin had frozen and shattered the saber.
If the saber was like this, one could imagine the consequences if it struck a person!
Behind the sky-filling ice mist, the young man in white wore an expression of disbelief, still clutching the saber hilt in his hand, the blade long gone.
Master Lin said dismissively, "I told you, if you want to fight me, you need to go back and practice for a few more years!"
However, as he spoke, Master Lin was suddenly startled, for he discovered that after the disbelief faded from the face of the young man in white before him, a strange smile had appeared.
"Brat, what are you smiling about? Putting on a show?"
Master Lin roared.
But the smile on the young man in white's face grew even wider, and he said calmly, "I'm not the only disciple of my master..."
Master Lin was a little confused and asked, "What do you mean by that? Who else is your master's disciple?"
At this moment, the young man in black beside the elder in blue, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.
"Me too!"
This young man in black looked like he was taciturn, and as it turned out, he didn't speak much.
"Hmph, what difference does one more make? Bring it on, both of you can come at me together!"
Master Lin said carelessly, his true target being the elder in blue. As for these two youths, he didn't take them seriously at all.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the young man in black said calmly, "I have already made my move."
"What?"
Master Lin was startled, "When did you make your move?"
The young man in black said he had made his move, but Master Lin hadn't felt anything.
At this, the young man in white said with a playful smirk, "Try attacking me, and you'll know!"
"Hmph, putting on a show!"
Master Lin grunted, formed another hand seal, and shot out a finger.
However, this time, his fingertip had no reaction.
"What did you do to me?"
Master Lin's face changed drastically, for he discovered that the spiritual energy within his body was as if frozen, unable to be mobilized at all.
The young man in white sneered, "You call yourself a master of Hong Kong, and you have no such insight? Look down at your feet!"
Master Lin looked down but found nothing. At this moment, He Xinyi exclaimed in shock, "Master Lin, your shadow..."
Reminded by He Xinyi, Master Lin looked carefully, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his head.
Because he discovered that his shadow, for some unknown reason, had become thin and long, and it was already connected to the feet of the young man in black.
The young man in black looked at him expressionlessly, his gaze cold.
This was a secret technique of his sect. Through the connection of the shadow, he could control the flow of spiritual energy within Master Lin's body.
It was clear that these two youths had coordinated long ago, and their coordination was extremely tacit.
The young man in white was responsible for attracting Master Lin's attention, while the young man in black secretly established the shadow connection, thereby controlling Master Lin.
In this way, the subsequent matters became simple. If Master Lin couldn't mobilize spiritual energy, he couldn't use his techniques, and he would be no different from an ordinary person.
On the other side, Chen Xiao and the others also showed surprised expressions, finding the shadow connection technique novel.
"This shadow connection technique looks very much like Japanese ninjutsu. Could these people be from Lieyang Country?"
Li Mu said in a low voice, his face filled with astonishment.
Lieyang Country in the East and the Jiaonan region were separated by a narrow strip of water, not far apart, so it was not impossible for them to be from Lieyang Country.
However, Gu Zhendong said calmly, "Mu'er, you don't know this, but what they are using looks like ninjutsu, but who says ninjutsu only exists in Lieyang Country?"
Li Mu was slightly taken aback and asked, "Uncle Gu, isn't it? Ninjas in movies and television are all from Lieyang Country!"
Gu Zhendong smiled slightly and retorted, "That's not quite right. In fact, the ninjutsu of Lieyang Country is merely a branch of Chinese secret arts. Legend has it that during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, a fugitive from the Eight Skills Sect defected eastward to Lieyang Country and spread the ninja techniques of the Eight Skills Sect there, making them flourish."
Li Mu slapped his forehead, suddenly enlightened, "So it's the Eight Skills Sect, how could I have forgotten about it!"
"Eight Skills Sect?"
Li Qin looked confused, "Brother, Uncle Gu, what are you talking about? What is the Eight Skills Sect?"
Li Mu smiled and said, "Little sister, you're good in every way, except you don't like to read enough. All these things are recorded in ancient books."
Then he began to explain,
"The Eight Skills Sect is a legendary secret martial arts sect. It is said to have been founded during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods and reached its peak during the prosperous Tang Dynasty. However, since the Song and Yuan dynasties, the Eight Skills Sect has become increasingly weak. In the last one to two hundred years, there have been very few disciples of the Eight Skills Sect active in the martial world, so everyone assumed that the Eight Skills Sect had gone extinct!"
Gu Zhendong looked at Li Mu with admiration in his eyes.
Although this nephew had no talent in cultivation, he knew a lot about history. In the future, he could embark on a path of writing and establishing a legacy, or at the very least, he could write a web novel.
He then added, "That's right, everyone thought that the Eight Skills Sect had no successors, but even a dying centipede is still formidable. For such a large sect, even if it declined, there would still be some inheritors alive in the world."
Upon hearing this, Li Qin and Li Mu both showed a hint of surprise.
Because they thought of their own backgrounds. Although the Mohe Sect had been tragically annihilated, they were still alive, leaving a spark for the Mohe Sect. Perhaps one day in the future, the Mohe Sect could regain its former glory!
Li Mu asked, "It seems that Master Lin from Hong Kong is in a dire situation. Uncle Gu, should we make a move?"
"Dire situation?"
Gu Zhendong smiled slightly, "Mu'er, it seems your eyesight needs further improvement. This Master Lin has not yet used his full strength!"