They no longer held back and fully surrounded the opponent.

However, an even eerier scene unfolded as Yan Weiwei's figure twisted and turned. She didn't show any distinct movements to dodge, yet managed to weave through the seven attackers like a specter.

Her actions appeared sluggish, but she always managed to evade every attack at just the right moment.

Her steps were light yet firm, each one carrying an air of calm confidence, perfectly showcasing her grand style.

The seven attackers' offensive became fiercer, even Xiang Wenlong gritted his teeth and repositioned his dislocated shoulder, rejoining the fray.

However, Yan Weiwei never struck back, only kept evading, with even a relaxed smile playing at her lips.

This feeling...this is...Power Transformation!

With a single twist of her hand, she countered the incoming Iron Sand Palm, imprinting it onto Li Lei's chest, forcing him to stagger back.

You couldn't see how much effort she exerted, but the several masters attacking her stumbled one by one, flipping over, as Yan Feng's eyelid twitched.

"Now it's my turn!"

As soon as the words dropped, Yan Weiwei stepped forward like drawing a bow and, for the first time, launched an attack, a light jab aimed straight at Ah Xing...

"Hmm?" Initially swinging wide, the Five Ancestor Fist fiercely attacked, but Ah Xing never managed to even graze her clothes, prompting a crossed-arm block.

With a stature taller than Yan Weiwei by a head and taut muscles all over, Ah Xing's build made her jab appear powerless...

Yet...

"Bang!"

Ah Xing, a burly man hitting close to two hundred pounds, found himself disbelievingly blasted straight away by Yan Weiwei's feather-light punch!

Midair, he flew four or five meters before crashing into a heap of debris and was thrust out of the arena!

"How...is this possible?!"

Everyone stared slack-jawed at the scene.

Outside the arena, Fan Shigang watched Ah Xing struggle but fail to get up, swallowing hard.

"Ma...Master...which sect's technique is this?"

Yan Feng was dumbfounded.

You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?

This was clearly just a regular straight punch!

Even with Dark Energy added, the power was simply too exaggerated.

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, a dagger shimmering with cold light flew across eight meters, aiming for Yan Weiwei's leg!

The Tang Sect expert who had been waiting on the periphery finally made his move!

Yan Weiwei was besieged by two people, and the dagger was in a blind spot. Even Yan Feng couldn't help but tense up.

Yet Yan Weiwei, as if she had eyes at the back of her head, astonishingly turned and reached out at the moment the dagger was about to hit her!

"Swish!" "Whoosh!"

The crowd couldn't see what happened, only witnessed Yan Weiwei spinning around, returning the dagger faster with a "swoosh!" past the Tang Sect expert's side.

"Swoosh!" The dagger flew out of the arena, directly embedding itself into a nearby practice wooden stake, penetrating almost half its blade.

Now it was the Tang Sect expert's turn to swallow nervously, knowing full well it was an unsharpened blade; if it had struck him...

Watching all this, Yan Feng was completely dumbstruck.

What...what is going on?

If not for his keen eyesight, he might suspect this to be a meticulously orchestrated "artistic sparring"!

When did Yan Weiwei gain so many killer moves?

Faced with a grappling expert, she used grappling, faced Five Ancestor Fist and sent someone flying, and now she could even return hidden weapons...

Could it be the legendary "using one's own method against oneself"?

I always thought that was just a novel...

Watching that figure inside the arena, effortlessly heavy, lightly powerful, gradually exceeding common martial arts knowledge from nine-year compulsory education.

Mysteriously, Yan Weiwei's words echoed in his mind twice...

"Who told you...this was a secret technique to break through Dark Energy?"

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