"Are they going up against each other?"

"So exciting, Lin Yuan actually challenged someone for the first time, this is the first time I've heard of it."

"Yes, I wonder who will come out on top between Gu Tianle, the newly minted genius, and Lin Yuan, the already renowned talent."

"No matter who wins or loses, both definitely have the potential to become core disciples of a superpower!"

...

The duel between Zhang Menglong and Lin Yuan immediately drew countless spectators, more than the changes on the Heavenly Prides list or the prowess of Dao Realm experts. Most people were more concerned with things that had some connection to them.

They also wanted to know how they compare to these top-tier talents, and what exactly is the ceiling for the young generation.

"Boom!" Lin Yuan took out a colossal piece of metal from his body.

"Let's compete on this," Lin Yuan said, "This is a piece of Myriad Shimmering Silver, a metal used to forge weapons for top-level Divine Cultivators. It should be able to withstand our strength."

"Fine, you're the boss." Zhang Menglong rolled up his sleeves, "Let me give you a heads-up, my Kirin Arm is pretty badass, so be careful."

"Hahahaha," Lin Yuan was not angered by Zhang Menglong's words, "Same to you. When I compete with others, I usually end up breaking their wrists directly. Today, let's see if your Kirin Arm is more formidable, or my Dragon Scale Arm!"

Lin Yuan also pulled up his sleeve, revealing a peculiar scar on his upper arm, as if it was burned by something, leaving a dragon claw-shaped mark.

"Whoa!" The crowd gasped instantly, as everyone seemed aware of his arm's special nature, except for Zhang Menglong.

"Hehe," Lin Yuan chuckled, "This arm of mine is not just any ordinary arm."

"Oh? How special is it?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously.

"Once, a Black Dragon King had a conflict with someone in our Empire and barged into the Capital City, even reaching above my family's courtyard. To protect our family and the Empire, my grandfather fought a battle with that Black Dragon King."

"Black Dragon King? Your grandfather is quite something!" The Black Dragon King, a notorious ferocious beast across the land, Zhang Menglong had naturally heard of its fame. It boasts a top-level dragon clan bloodline, almost akin to Zhang Menglong's Destruction Demon Dragon.

Preliminary estimates suggest this Black Dragon King reached the Dao Xuan Realm! In other words, it is comparable to a medium-grade Ultimate Lifeform, almost a peak existence in this world.

If Lin Yuan's grandfather could fight the Black Dragon King, he must be an extraordinary figure.

"My grandfather got severely injured, but the Black Dragon King also didn't fare well, getting wounded on its reverse scale, leaving a drop of reverse scale blood, which is its condensed essence blood, coincidentally landing on my arm."

"Such immense essence blood energy, wouldn't it burn you to death?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"Normally, yes," Lin Yuan replied, "But I have unique gifts, possessing 12 Divine Veins. Although I suffered a bit, this drop of essence blood not only didn't kill me but even tempered my body, making it as powerful as a warcraft!"

Lin Yuan clenched his fist, the scar on his arm emitting a faint glow.

"This guy's story really is similar to the origin of Bu Jingyun's Kirin Arm," Zhang Menglong couldn't help but make a snarky comment, amazed at this coincidental occurrence in the world.

"My physical strength alone is enough to rival, even surpass, first-grade Divine Cultivators," Lin Yuan said confidently, "Honestly, fighting over these mediocre spots with others is really pointless."

Lin Yuan didn't lower his voice; everyone present heard his words. Yet, what he said was the truth — among his peers, hardly anyone could last a few moves against him, even the second-ranked Mo Lingyun was vastly inferior.

Though everyone felt angry internally, they had nothing to counter, as he indeed has the right to speak such words.

"I heard you resisted the oppressive aura of a core disciple from the Divine Profound Hall. It seems your body must be quite unusual, so I believe you can handle some of my strength, right?"

Lin Yuan placed his elbow on the piece of metal, causing the ground to emit a dull sound.

"Be careful, brother Gu, he's pretty much a walking monster!" Long Sen secretly advised Zhang Menglong through a device, "I've heard that not less than fifty or forty Divine Cultivation Realm experts have been crippled by his arm; even established Divine Cultivators fear facing him."

"So many rumors?" Zhang Menglong chuckled.

"Lin Yuan loves to compete, especially with those stronger than him," Long Sen explained, "Initially, people would accept his challenges, but eventually, few Divine Cultivators under third-grade dared to take him on. Do you have confidence?"

"Don't worry, my Kirin Arm is not famed in vain." Zhang Menglong approached the metal block, "Do you know my Kirin Arm's origin?"

Lin Yuan shook his head because, from appearance alone, Zhang Menglong's arm seemed ordinary, even somewhat delicate, with few hairs, making it hard to associate it with the formidable "Kirin Arm."

"Does Brother Gu's Kirin Arm also have a significant background?"

"Let's start from my hometown days," Zhang Menglong began, "Back then, I was quite handsome, but those women just had no taste; none found me attractive, leaving me single!"

Lin Yuan listened attentively, sensing this would be a rather eventful story.

"But you know, young people are full of vigor and have needs!" Zhang Menglong's expression shifted from serious to gradually sly, "If there's a need, it must be addressed. With no girlfriend, what can you do? I had to rely on myself. After extensive exercise, arm strength naturally grew. After two and a half years of practice, my arm became the Kirin Arm you see now!"

...

After hearing Zhang Menglong's words, Lin Yuan's expression turned into a bewildered face!

I've undressed, and this is what you've shown me?

This is a public venue! How can he utter such vulgar words?

"Heh heh..." Lin Yuan smiled awkwardly, at this point feeling less inclined to duel Zhang Menglong!

Seeing Zhang Menglong's outstretched hand, Lin Yuan hesitated to touch it, wondering how many descendants were on that hand!

But Zhang Menglong gave him no chance to retreat, grabbing his hand firmly, causing Lin Yuan to don the Mask of Pain.

"Young man, what's there to be bashful about!"

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, his expression suddenly becoming serious, "I'll count to three!"

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

In an instant, two monstrous forces erupted from the two, causing a visible shock wave!

No one emerged dominant; incredibly, their arms held steady in the middle of the metal platform, unable to gain an advantage!

Lin Yuan gazed at Zhang Menglong in disbelief, for the first time meeting someone from his peer group capable of this!

"How... how can he be simultaneously freakish and skilled? This Kirin Arm... can it really be trained this way?"