[Desperate Duel]
Lin Ye’s gaze was unwavering. Confronted by a Sea‑of‑Qi master, he showed not the slightest intent to retreat. Vengeance blazed within him, twined with his fierce concern for Uncle Wang. He knew he could afford no slip—only absolute commitment.
He hurled his demon‑power into motion; aura surged like a storm tide. Dragon claws, vast as greatswords, cleaved the air to meet the enemy’s palm. The instant they collided, thunder shook the ruin—shockwaves flung rubble and dust aloft, the whole chamber quaking. Lin Ye skidded back a step, yet his eyes shone fiercer: there was no way back.
The fight was merciless. Every strike from the Sea‑of‑Qi expert carried annihilating force, while Lin Ye relied on his awakened Reverse‑Scale bloodline and indomitable will to hold the line in a savage clash.
[Skill Suppression]
Though he gradually read the foe’s rhythm—and with agile tactics plus that draconic blood barely kept pace—Lin Ye still felt the gulf in raw power. Each blow landed like a sledgehammer, pain ripping through him with every impact.
Then, at a critical instant, he unleashed a newly comprehended demon secret art. Murmuring an arcane phrase, he gathered energy; a crimson beam burst from his jaws like a serpentine spear, spreading in a breath. The beam carried a fearsome corrosive power, eating at the very air and forcing the Sea‑of‑Qi master into a hurried retreat.
The man’s face darkened; clearly he had not expected Lin Ye to wield such might. In that heartbeat of hesitation, Lin Ye seized the opening and pressed a step closer.
[Successful Rescue]
While the foe reeled from the crimson beam, Lin Ye fired off his swiftest technique—“Prathamik Acceleration!” He became a streak of sanguine lightning, flashing across the battlefield and tearing toward the outpost’s depths.
A stone door barred his way, but he did not falter; with a surge of power he shattered the heavy slab, shards exploding outward. He burst inside and at last found the barely breathing Uncle Wang.
Wounds covered Wang’s body; his face was ashen, breath faint—long deprived of care. He lifted his head with difficulty, surprise and emotion glimmering when Lin Ye appeared.
Gently, Lin Ye braced him and whispered, “Don’t be afraid—I’m here.”
Though dreadfully weak, Wang managed a slight nod, forcing a fragile smile in Lin Ye’s arms.
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