In contrast, the faces of the Tianyin Sect members were not looking too good. Mengdie was incredibly powerful. It was clear her mastery wasn't limited to the arts of the Five Elements; in addition, her speed and skills were also a notch above their own.

"Master, I lost."

"There's no need to say more. Losing to Mengdie is normal," Qing Yin said with a wave of his hand, gesturing for his disciple to step back, as his gaze like lightning shifted toward the direction of the Holy Hall.

Indeed, with the sparring between the two great hidden sects concluded, it was naturally time for the disciples of the Holy Hall to demonstrate their martial prowess.

Looking at the empty field, Forbes, with a benevolent smile on his aged face, said, "Which disciple would like to try their skills against Miss Mengdie?"

"Your Excellency, I wish to battle," said a blond, blue-eyed man as he stepped forward. Standing at roughly 180 centimeters with a muscular build, his explosive muscles appeared somewhat enchanting under the light of the Purple Sun.

At this moment, the other disciples also began to plead for a chance to fight... Setting other considerations aside, to exchange a few moves with this young woman and broaden their horizons was worth the trip in itself. It had to be said that showcasing one's strength in front of a beautiful woman is a trait shared by most men, and the clandestine Holy Hall was no exception.

"You will fight then, Beto," said Red Cloak, adhering to the principle of first come, first served, and thus nominating the first man who had spoken to enter the fray.

Beto grinned confidently upon hearing this, and without another word, he strode meteorically towards Mengdie... As he walked, it seemed as though a weighty presence began to emerge mysteriously around him, an imperious aura, like that of a boulder, as if no attack could harm him in the slightest.

"Beauty, are you the top disciple of the last cohort?" Beto suddenly spoke when he was still 30 meters away from Mengdie.

Mengdie blinked her long lashes, seemingly unable to comprehend the man's intent, and chose to not respond...

"Hey, I knew you wouldn't talk, but your eyes have already answered me. Well, I don't usually fight women, and certainly not pretty girls like you. Go ahead, I'll give you three moves," he said.

Upon hearing this, Mengdie's eyes remained calm, and her aura discreet. At the flick of her finger, a droplet of water shot from her hand towards the man as an indication of her attack. Although it didn't have great destructive power, it still carried some force upon impact.

The man, however, acted as if he saw nothing, continuing to walk brazenly in Mengdie's direction. His steps were steady and heavy, his aura fierce and raging.

Snap!

The droplet clearly did not touch Beto at all, shattering immediately upon reaching the surface of his body, as if there were an invisible wall of air separating the two. Could this be the famed Impenetrable Golden Body propagated by the Holy Hall? No, it didn't quite seem so. While the Golden Body could negate many of the hidden sects' mystical techniques, it was reputedly vulnerable to Illusion Techniques. However, the special ability displayed by the man did not appear to be the Golden Body, as legends said that a golden halo faintly shone around it. Instead, the man seemed to be surrounded by an invisible barrier of imposing energy. Or was it that only the highest realm of the Golden Body manifested a golden halo?

Mengdie's eyes widened slightly when she saw that he did not dodge or avoid her attack. She leaped into the air, her hand forming into a palm, nearly parallel to the ground, and sent a strike flying towards her opponent.

For an agile female practitioner, this technique was among the superior surprise attacks belonging to the Taoist disciples, capable of swift and unpredictable strikes in the opening onslaught. Not only Nangong Qi but also the junior protector Mengdie had mastered this skill. In terms of comprehension, Mengdie had clearly reached the pinnacle. Her luminous fingertip movements dazzled, captivating the man's entire gaze, and he stood there, transfixed...

But Beto reacted quickly, realizing he was still in the midst of battle. No matter how extraordinary the technique, it was futile if it could not break his defense. Thinking this, the man continued to move forward, then suddenly became aware that his body felt no sensation of contact. The strikes Mengdie sent towards him seemed like incarnations.

Hmph, it's merely an illusion, he thought, likening it to a feint in a soccer kick, confident in his ability to counter.

However, the illusions of the striking palm technique were not just one but countless, assaulting him in a relentless barrage that made Beto realize this Mengdie was not to be underestimated. In an instant, he found himself as if in a void, utterly incapable of discerning which of the approaching figures was real and which was a fake.

As this thought crossed his mind, a sudden snap resonated, and Beto was squarely struck by Mengdie, the hit not coming from the front but from behind. Accompanied by a surge of coldness, the moment her hand touched the man's back, his spine instantly turned to ice.

However, the freezing did not have any substantial effect, as with a sudden explosive release of energy from Beto, the ice immediately shattered...

Despite the swift onslaught of Mengdie's palm wind, she was repelled by the rebounding force, flung back a great distance, landing gracefully. Her eyes widened again as she looked at the man, seemingly not anticipating that he could forcibly withstand her attack without any harm and, instead, repel her.

"That was the first move. Please, continue," said Beto, his expression calm, his aura heavy, as he gestured for her to go on.

Mengdie heard him, her delicate face remaining serene, but her actions were anything but slow. Her hands moved rapidly to form seals, embodying the techniques of Qimen Dunjia and the Five Elements of Yin and Yang. With snaps in quick succession, barely perceptible droplets of water suddenly materialized out of thin air, a display of her unique ability to gather water from nothingness.

In a moment, the water around her turned into sharp icicles, continuously revolving around her. Several ice needles launched silently towards Beto, fast as lightning, accompanied by the sharp sound of shattering glass, as the ice needles suddenly fragmented just before reaching Beto's skin.

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