When the opponent teleported to the Pantheon, Bai Lin had already sensed the energy fluctuations and was aware of the opponent's presence. This was why he kept staring at the wall. The opponent was obviously also staring at Bai Lin, so once their eyes met, just a glance of confirmation led to the subsequent direct attack.

This is a fatalistic stare, a two-way stare. Each side feels that the other is "very dangerous" and would rather strike at the first opportunity than miss it.

When Bai Lin shot the first arrow, she was a bit too confident. She wanted to freeze the arrow and return it, a trick she had already mastered. Regardless of whether protecting the informant distracted her, the opponent's arrow technique seemed to have an unusual trajectory, causing Bai Lin to miss.

Starting from the second arrow, Bai Lin instantly adapted to this strangeness. This was her foundation as a martial arts practitioner.

The immense force of the arrows collided repeatedly with her blade. Remember, as an archer, the opponent had to complete three steps: grasping the arrow, drawing the bow, and releasing the arrow, which required the full force of his entire body. Meanwhile, Bai Lin used almost exclusively the strength of her upper body, swinging her sword to cut through the arrows.

Under such circumstances, the opponent was able to shoot so hard that Bai Lin felt overwhelmed. This was not like "archery" at all. It was like a machine gun was set up in front of her, attacking continuously.

Of course, although Bai Lin was slightly restricted, she still walked forward with firm steps, and in a few steps she shortened the distance between the two.

Two steps, one step. When the distance between them was compressed to the limit, the other party instantly put away her bow and pulled out a silvery object from her waist, which looked like a large animal trap. She expertly opened it and threw it at Bai Lin's feet, while simultaneously leaping diagonally backward.

However, such tactics seemed less effective against Bai Lin than bows and arrows. With a casual kick, she lifted the trap from its perch, sending it careening straight into the face of the person who had thrown it. The person, in turn, quickly drew the axe she had prepared and chopped the trap apart. Her expression was composed, yet a hint of discontent lingered, as if she was unhappy that her attack hadn't been effective.

Without pausing, Bai Lin raised his sword and charged forward, slashing horizontally. Unexpectedly, the opponent's movements were so shaky that he didn't even bother to block, instead he flexibly crouched down and attacked Bai Lin's lower three positions.

Unfortunately, when it comes to changing moves, it seems that not many people are better than Bai Lin. She strikes first, twisting her waist and directly blocking the opponent's axe blade with her blade, making it impossible for the opponent to retreat and can only be led by Bai Lin's blade.

Just as Bai Lin was about to seize the initiative and launch a surprise attack, the opponent's axe suddenly vanished. In a flash, she was several steps away from Bai Lin. She raised the axe blade high and hurled it at Bai Lin.

The spinning axe, like a mountain splitter, whirled through the air, carrying a powerful gust of wind straight towards Bai Lin's head. Bai Lin didn't dare to take it head-on, and ducked with his neck. Meanwhile, the opponent suddenly accelerated, arriving in front of Bai Lin at the same time as the axe. She already had a saber in her hand, and she chopped down at Bai Lin's face.

When facing a one-handed weapon like a saber, finding another opportunity to attack is much more difficult. Bai Lin raised her shield to block, but it was clear that the opponent was very powerful, and even she had a hard time resisting. The force was powerful and heavy, and it was enough to take advantage of the swiftness.

However, Bai Lin sensed something subtly amiss at this moment. While the opponent's power generation and the effectiveness of his attacks demonstrated his mastery of the saber, his attacking methods were limited and overly mechanical, like a novice player in a fighting game who only used a single set of punches and kicks.

This contrast made Bai Lin notice an unexpected difference. She seized the opportunity and immediately countered with her shield. Sure enough, the opponent had no awareness of the attack. Although she failed to deflect the opponent's blade, a flaw in her stance was clearly revealed. She gathered her sword and brought it down, colliding with her shield. A dangerous aura descended upon the opponent's heart.

But in a split second, the saber vanished. Instead, a large barrel, hurled at Bai Lin after the opponent leaped away again, appeared. Looking at the burning fuse on the barrel's edge, even an idiot could guess it was an explosive. Bai Lin casually kicked it away, and sure enough, it exploded in the air far away. He followed with another saber, quickly deflecting a thrown crossbow.

A wave of surprise and strangeness washed over Bai Lin, her gaze narrowing slightly. She casually rubbed the blade, swung back by the force, against her shield, and the sword ignited, a fiery burst of flames. Meanwhile, the opponent before her had already pulled out an old-fashioned tunnel-fire pistol. With one eye closed, he aimed at Bai Lin.

“! (Stop)”

At this critical moment, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded, followed by another deafening sound of great force and weight, which shocked Bai Lin. Reinhardt suddenly fell from the sky and blocked the way between the two. But the two people's attacks were already about to be released.

Bai Lin is a man who knows how to relax and control his movements. He will stop immediately if he sees that the situation is not right.

Chapter 1133 My My

The flaming energy that was about to be released dissipated instantly, harming the other party. Meanwhile, the person on the other side seemed to have already pulled the trigger. The bolt of fire shot directly towards Reinhardt's outstretched hand, piercing through him. Blood gushed out, and Reinhardt's face revealed a hint of impatience and pain.

Bai Lin glared and was about to step forward. However, Reinhardt waved his other hand towards Bai Lin and looked to the other side. The person who attacked Bai Lin looked very calm. She said in a calm tone with a hint of apology,

"I'm sorry, bro. Oh my, I called the wrong number. Come, let me give you an injection."

As she spoke, she took out a syringe and stabbed Reinhardt. In the blink of an eye, the wound on Reinhardt's body began to heal rapidly. Reinhardt didn't say much and just spoke,

"You're really too impatient! We're all standing next to her. If we wanted to take action, we would have done it long ago. Do you still think we're in any danger?"

The other party casually put away the gun and continued calmly,

"Not really. It's just that I feel it coming."

Feeling it?

This sounds quite awkward, but the three people here seem to understand its meaning instantly.

In fact, the moment before the opponent launched the attack, Bai Lin also had the urge to attack. The reason was simple: she sensed a similar aura from the opponent.

A powerful individual often kills people, not out of fun or any emotion, but simply out of duty, and begins to hunt down living beings one after another. When they discover a similarly powerful individual, they immediately sense the danger.

Then, I want to take more initiative.

Thus, this unclear battle began.

Bai Lin sighed. No matter how much she thought about it, she was not the one who took the first step. So she tilted her head casually and said,

"This is the second time I've been attacked here. What do you mean?"

"Don't say that, as if to deliberately provoke me, Holy Son. We all know that the moment you entered the Pantheon, you were ready to kill everyone. And you know this better than us."

Anya, from the inner room, led the others out slowly. The battle just now seemed to have lasted for quite some time, but in reality, it happened in a split second. It wasn't that they didn't react, but if they had just stood by and watched, it would be normal for them to react now.

The timid informant, as soon as she came out of the inner room, quickly ran to Bai Lin's side. She excitedly grabbed Bai Lin's hands and said to Bai Lin,

"Thank you so much! If you hadn't protected me just now, I would have been shot through! You really are the hero who saved the world. Thank you, thank you for saving me! If there's anything I can help with, please let me know. I'll do whatever it takes!"

The informant's eyes were filled with tears. It was hard not to see that she was almost frightened to the point of calling for her mother. At this moment, her eyes were more excited than before, as if she was completely devoted to her gratitude to Bai Lin. Her enthusiasm was almost pathological. Bai Lin felt a little too excited, so he responded vaguely,

"Uh... it's just a piece of cake, just a piece of cake."

Looking at the other person's appearance and recalling the previous scene, Bai Lin found it hard to imagine what kind of life the informant had led. Indeed, the people in the Pantheon were either taciturn, unsympathetic, or insane. Reinhardt, who seemed relatively normal, was a rare sight. His appearance seemed to make it difficult for this informant, who seemed to have a limited understanding of the situation, to approach him.

In addition, Anya also used PUA to help this informant, so she must not have had a good life. Perhaps it was because this place was too depressing, so she had such a big emotional fluctuation after being rescued by herself.

After calming down for a while, the man who had just attacked Bai Lin came over. She didn't interrupt Bai Lin and the informant, but just said from a distance,

"Brother, I misunderstood you. If anyone attacks you again, I'll protect you."

The crisp and dry voice made people feel a little weak. It seemed to confirm her voice, she was also a petite girl:

Black hair and dark eyes, with sparse bangs, her hair, apparently untended, was casually tied into a single ponytail. Her features were rather delicate, seemingly featureless. It was said that Bianya and the guitarist looked human, somewhat emotional, though not particularly expressive.

She was dressed very casually, wearing a dark grey loose-fitting sweatshirt, casual shorts, and a pair of slippers. Add to that her lackluster demeanor, and she looked even more like a nerd hunched over a computer all day, unkempt. Not exactly decadent, but certainly out of touch with the world.

However, Bai Lin could always sense a certain feeling from her.

That is, she is a master.

Even if they had never fought, she would have had a vague feeling about it, not to mention that she had already witnessed her skills.

From the outside, she was indeed unremarkable, someone you'd forget once you saw her. However, her actions had shown some real skill, which impressed Bai Lin. Perhaps this was the case of a little thunder, but a lot of rain.

This time, it seemed that everyone who could be present in the Pantheon had finally gathered. Everyone sat down again, and Anya continued to play her leading role, concluding,

"That's about it, Holy Son. If you agree, we'll all be united before destroying God. If you need help, feel free to ask here, and we'll do our best to assist you. If you need intelligence, our informants will provide it to you on an equal basis. The same goes for shelter. As long as you're sure the information won't be exposed to God, you can come here for a while to rest."

This condition was quite generous. It sounded simple, but it was much better than directly opposing every single Twilight God. It was equivalent to the Twilight Gods accepting Bai Lin, a being different from them, as an equal without any exclusion.

At least that's what Bai Lin thought.

"So, what do you think?"

Anya asked Bai Lin a question, but Bai Lin seemed to have made a decision long ago. She shook her head.

"I'm not rejecting this plan, but I still have some doubts. Of course, for now, I'm willing to contribute my part, but I'm personally conservative. Don't expect me to give it my all. We'll discuss the details later."

Chapter 1134: See You Once, Kill You Once

Anya nodded at Bai Lin, just like her usual indifferent attitude, as if she didn't care whether Bai Lin agreed or not. She said,

"That's good. Everyone, let's adjourn."

After saying this, most of the Twilight Gods dispersed. Few seemed interested in Bai Lin. From this perspective, this so-called meeting itself wasn't very fruitful for them. Bai Lin might have received some information, the authenticity of which was questionable, but most of them simply wanted to meet him.

The informant waved cautiously at Bai Lin, seemingly wanting to be friendly and polite but also unwilling to appear out of place. Then, he vanished from the spot, leaving the Pantheon. Léyer approached Bai Lin, a massive black scissors blade swung from her hand, pressing it against her neck. Bai Lin instinctively pressed it down, staring at the girl who seemed to be staring at him.

Seeing this, Lyell once again revealed her devilish smile. She freed her other hand and waved it towards Bai Lin.

"You know what? I'm not interested in these boring plans at all. I only care about you."

"I don't know, and I'm not interested in you."

Bai Lin responded in this way. She believed she had seen her fair share of psychopaths, including those like Lyell. It seemed that even though the Twilight Gods were supposed to live for quite a while, some of them were as clueless as most humans.

"You'll be interested soon, I promise—from the moment you leave here, I'll start trying to find you. Every time I see you, I'll kill you."

As Layer spoke, she placed her hand on Bai Lin's shoulder, gradually reaching towards his neck. Her expression grew increasingly self-absorbed and erratic, but Bai Lin remained composed. You never know what kind of behavior will excite a person with a weak mind. Perhaps cold indifference is the most appropriate option.

"Ah, I remember my informant saying that you sometimes work with others. I know, I remember! You value them very much, right? Well, how about this, whenever I meet them, I'll take them along..."

A loud noise erupted, and Lyelle raised her scissors, while Bai Lin's fist had already struck them. Bai Lin's fierce aura was already revealed, and it was clear that she was serious enough at this moment. Even the entire Pantheon seemed to tremble for a moment. However, Lyelle easily blocked the attack and happily jumped back.

"Don't be so impatient. I told you to start after you leave. Or are you angry? Hahahahahaha, it's so boring to be so calm and composed all the time. I'm looking forward to your every smile, frown, and... scream."

In the blink of an eye, Léyer vanished without a trace. Bai Lin also retracted his fist and stood still.

She wasn't angry, as Léyer had said. However, from her perspective, Léyer was serious. She was indeed a dangerous being capable of killing many people. Killing her now was the right choice, rather than facing a surprise attack from her later.

From the moment she threw the punch, Bai Lin was already filled with murderous intent, but at the same time, she also realized more clearly that the other party was not someone she could kill at will. It even made Bai Lin feel that taking action without authorization would be tantamount to committing suicide in advance.

Recalling the last time Saint Qili cornered her and killed her, the feeling this time was probably even worse. While Bai Lin's opponent's strength didn't affect her decision to attack, she had always been the type to resist pushback. But beyond that, she sensed something else. Something that definitely shouldn't be happening here with Lyell.

After all, this was a place that had discussed cooperation with her on the surface, but there was no sign of so-called cooperation in their attitude.

Bai Lin had always been diligent in her training, but now it seemed she needed to intensify her efforts. After adjusting her mindset, she looked at the prisoner, one of the few Twilight Gods who hadn't left the table.

He was fiddling with a deck of cards in his hands, and next to him was a pulled-out chair. It seemed that the prisoner was waiting for other players to join the poker game in his hand. After noticing Bai Lin's gaze, he raised his head and took the initiative to invite,

"Want to play some cards?"

The long table was very quiet, and seemed to be a suitable place for two people to play cards. Hearing this, Bai Lin raised his head slightly and said,

"Okay, but..."

Bai Lin casually pulled out a card from the inside of his forearm. It was a seven of hearts, which didn't seem important. But coincidentally, the back of the card was exactly the same as the one the prisoner had placed on the table.

"I'm going to play with my cards."

Bai Lin said, and handed the card to the other party. The prisoner laughed twice.

"There's not much interesting to be said for playing a card, but you're really unique—"

Suddenly, the prisoner froze. When he turned the card and saw the face of it, he, already distant from the meeting, fell into another long silence. He stared at the card for a long time, no longer in the mood to invite Bai Lin to play a game. He even ignored her, as if Bai Lin didn't exist.

Seeing this, Bai Lin didn't say anything. Just as she stood up and prepared to leave, the prisoner suddenly grabbed her hand. It wasn't so much a pull as a grip, a powerful grip, nearly causing Bai Lin to fall. He met Bai Lin's gaze for the first time, and it was also the first time Bai Lin realized that he, too, had eyes.

Those pupils, blazing like an eternal flame, burned with a magical aura that overwhelmed day and night, filling and possessing everything in the world. Yet, this was woven with a profound rationality, like the laws of life, aging, sickness, and death, or the tendency of water to flow downwards. This theory, constructed from a series of rationalities—perhaps the world's final conclusion—formed this powerful rationality.

It is a vibrant orange, a burning dawn, and a quiet amber, which contains a myriad of rationality and tranquility in its brightness. He only heard him say clearly to Bai Lin,

"We are no match for him, so don't go."

"At least, not now."

-

The clash of hammers and weapons clashed. On an island covered in black rocks and swaying on lava, fierce battles were taking place.

Chapter 1135 Lava Island

Swords flashed and clashed, and it seemed as if the ground beneath their feet was still surging as the battle unfolded.

Only one person, amidst this earth-shaking chaos, remained as steady as a rock. She stood in this tumultuous environment, just like everyone else, no different from anyone else. Yet, she simply stood there, like the focal point of the world, as if she wasn't standing at the same starting line as everyone else, but rather, she stood tall, atop the island's peaks.

Today, Bai Lin wasn't wearing armor. She was still wearing her tight-fitting sportswear, with her hands still wrapped in the familiar hand wraps. But underneath, she wore a clean, spacious coat. On the back of the coat, four large, clear characters were written with a bold, imposing manner:

Unparalleled in the World

The title of "Unparalleled" was earned from He after defeating him. In fact, during her free time away from home, Bai Lin would return to He to learn martial arts. Her clinginess aside, she was a good sparring partner, and since He himself wasn't the type to cling, the two of them became more like friends, sparring with each other.

There is already a lot to learn from He, and since He no longer mentions love and other things, Bai Lin will naturally be more willing to go.

"Actually, I should have given it to you after you beat me for the first time."

This is what Crane said. She was referring not only to the long robe that symbolized honor, but also to the title of "Unparalleled in the World" itself.

Bai Lin has now mastered her own martial arts and has a mindset of striving for perfection. In the rest of her martial arts career, all she needs to do is continuously improve her foundation, hone her skills, and become sharper and more powerful.

Her relentless training while away from home, along with the constant battles she faced during her travels, only made her stronger. She was now fully worthy of the title of "the pinnacle of martial arts," and she continued to grow stronger.

Just like she is now, she is on the road to becoming stronger.

Bai Lin glanced around. She was surrounded by a sea of ​​black monsters, seemingly a fusion of flesh and bone rather than a structure. They resembled human forms, albeit with wings. Their eyes were like caverns, gushing the color of molten lava. And they, in turn, surrounded Bai Lin.

Rather, a group of people gathered here, all intimidated by her presence. No one dared to strike first. Fearful, they carried a variety of weapons, and although most of them had a considerable advantage in size over Bai Lin, none of them had the courage to attack her.

It was them, surrounded by Bai Lin alone.

Finally, after a prolonged stalemate, one of the monsters gave in to the pressure. Perhaps thinking it would be better to explode in silence than to perish in silence, it charged forward with all its might, flapping its wings and raising its seemingly incomparably heavy sword. It leaped high and slashed with a powerful, devastating blow, directly in Bai Lin's face.

The wind whistled, and in an instant, the sound grew heavy as thunder. But Bai Lin, unknowingly, had already turned sideways. She casually freed two fingers, gently clamping the blade behind the opponent's attacking sword. The remaining three fingers pressed firmly against the broadside of the sword. Then, a violent tremor erupted, a humming sound like a bell, causing the opponent's sword hand to go numb, making it difficult to hold it.

Meanwhile, Bai Lin's other hand had already touched the opponent's body. It was like the force penetrating through paper, and there was no unexpected sound, but everyone present seemed to sense the powerful blow that had already occurred. The next moment, the monster's entire body flew backwards and fell into the distance. Bai Lin, holding the sword in his hand, shook it for a few seconds and evaluated it.

"It's quite heavy. Choosing a weapon that suits your strength might indeed be the right choice. But just because you can wield it doesn't mean it's suitable. If you're just using a heavy weapon as a weight, it might be better to not use weapons at all. Wouldn't it be nice to just use some raw materials to hit people with?"

She had actually been meaning to say this for a while. In this other world, she often saw races of outsized stature and weapons of equally outsized proportions. There were also those who appeared petite yet insisted on wielding massive weapons. For one thing, size didn't necessarily indicate mass, let alone strength, here. Furthermore, weapons could be made from countless different materials; larger wasn't necessarily heavier.

But the problem is that no matter how these factors change, the fundamental theory of combat remains unchanged. Combat itself is a resort to violence, and whether it's improving martial arts, weapons, or physical fitness, it's all a way to make violence more thorough and more advanced.

Going in any direction, or even attempting all of them, could be a successful solution. Everyone has their own understanding of martial arts. But it was clear that the monsters before him, especially the one that had already launched the attack, had a very mixed understanding. They wanted to use skills, but they used weapons that were not suitable for their body size.