It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

The human arm has a significant number of nerves. At least a wound that exposes the bone is extremely prone to extensive nerve damage, rendering the arm unable to move normally. Bai Lin, however, calculated the angle and distance to minimize this. This is true steel-willed character. His steely strength, combined with Bai Lin's calm and daring mind, led to this dramatic turnaround.

Despite the numerous wounds on his body, Bai Lin showed no sign of resting. He exhaled, thrust his legs forward once more, and with a gloomy expression, he launched a powerful punch. The punch, no less powerful than before, landed firmly on the side of He's head. Instantly, He, who had the upper hand just a moment before, was knocked unconscious by his own confident finishing move.

Of course, Bai Lin wouldn't miss the opportunity. He quickly swerved sideways, avoiding He by half a body length. He then raised his lacerated arm in front of He, tensed his muscles, grabbed He's neck, and slammed him to the ground. He, struck twice, lost consciousness even further away.

Having already tasted bitterness, Bai Lin didn't hesitate. She slammed her knee down on He's shoulder, yanking his arm back towards her body. With one hand, she pressed down on He's elbow, while with the other, she ruthlessly twisted it in the opposite direction. Feeling the intense pain, He instantly opened her eyes. She struggled to resist Bai Lin's actions, but Bai Lin showed no sign of letting go.

Chapter 519: Are You Killing Me?

With half her body pinned against Bai Lin's, He had no chance of rising. She could only rely on the strength of her waist to turn sideways on the ground and kick Bai Lin's cervical spine. The sound of the wind breaking through brought an incredibly heavy blow. Even without a proper fulcrum, He's attack was still so destructive that Bai Lin's neck instantly bent, but the latter still clenched his teeth tightly, not letting up at all.

Then, the second kick, and the third, the one with the force of a plum blossom, sent Bai Lin's neck flying, drawing blood. He quickly jumped to her feet, enduring the pain. Before she could even get into position, she saw Bai Lin, who had lowered himself, charging at her like a mad dog, grabbing her waist and slamming her to the ground.

Is this guy crazy? Can't he feel any pain even when he's injured?

He was thrown to the ground again, gritting her teeth. Before her upper body was hit, she quickly arched her lower body to prevent Bai Lin from completely suppressing her body. Looking at Bai Lin, who was gasping for breath and covered in blood, she couldn't help but think so.

In reality, Bai Lin wasn't the type to fight to the death. She had no grudge against He. If it had been Manjushaka fighting her, perhaps Bai Lin would have gone all out. Right now, Bai Lin was already injured. She rationally knew that if she dragged it out any longer, she wouldn't be able to recover from her injuries while breathing. She could only rely on this moment of adrenaline rush to quickly injure the opponent and have a chance of victory.

In this kind of fighting situation, she remained absolutely rational. Was she less skilled than the other party? Damn it, the old dog still had two teeth. After all, even if he got hit, he had to lose some blood. It seemed crazy, but how could rationality during a fight be compared to normal rationality?

He's arm, broken by Bai Lin, wasn't completely severed, but it was affected to some extent. Honestly, while it wasn't noticeable on the surface, it was more serious than the horrific bloodstains left on Bai Lin's body. In this situation, Bai Lin used the strength of his hands to pin down He's shoulders, ignoring the blows He launched from the ground and attempting to push up with his lower body to completely suppress He.

Bai Lin's attempt to abandon defense, to trade injury for an offensive opportunity, was blocked. He bent his pinned hand and thrust it directly into Bai Lin's already opened wound. With just a slight burst of force, the flesh was torn open again. Pained, Bai Lin abandoned his attack and leaped away, clutching his newly injured arm. He pulled his grip a little wider and thrust violently.

The pain wasn't a big deal; it would only last a few seconds. The key was that if the muscle tissue was completely injured, its power would be greatly affected, making it difficult to fight the crane again. And now... it had already been affected to some extent.

Bai Lin moved his five fingers, trying to feel the sensation in his arms. He watched He stand up and place one hand diagonally under his abdomen, his fingers hanging naturally, with the other hand naturally placed on top of it. His eyes were calm, and his breathing slowly became calm, as if he was not seriously injured.

Zhi Lanming

Gentle as orchid, fragrant as orchid. Her breathing gradually became regular, just like her injuries and damage, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Bai Lin cursed in his heart again, and rushed forward again with his fists raised.

**, there is also a reply function, is this a competition of martial arts or magic?

Bai Lin's injuries clearly wouldn't heal overnight, but He's situation was different. The pain and discomfort in her arm from excessive bending would heal with a little rest. Furthermore, she seemed to possess a breathing technique that allowed her to calm her mind and regulate her physical condition. Therefore, Bai Lin had to defeat He as soon as possible, otherwise he would be at a disadvantage.

My martial arts level is already inferior, and if I lose physically as well, then I will be completely defeated.

Facing Bai Lin's powerful punch once again, He, knowing full well the difference between their situations, chose not to engage him head-on, but instead quickly leapt away. Without stopping, Bai Lin took another step, following closely behind, and He then deployed her hands. With a sidearm, she deflected the seemingly powerful, yet unstable, attack, easily knocking Bai Lin off balance and causing him to misstep. Then, gathering momentum, He unleashed a reverse claw strike, striking Bai Lin's chest once again, leaving a bloody wound.

Bai Lin leaned back slightly, barely avoiding He's claws with her throat. She subconsciously raised her hands in front of her and stumbled back two steps, shifting her position while preparing for defense at any moment. However, He's attack arrived a step too late. Only when Bai Lin had straightened her head again did a spinning kick strike her from the side.

While seizing the enemy's gaps, one must not be overly anxious. Only by launching an attack at the perfect moment can one achieve the best results. However, this martial art is quite delicate for He. She is not very good at it and can only grasp the rhythm by chance.

Bai Lin's arms shielded her neck with a desperate effort, preventing He's kick from hitting her again. However, a large amount of blood spurted out from the wound, and her body undoubtedly became even weaker. Steadying herself from the blow, she bent sideways, shifting her back leg slightly to regain balance. From this position, Bai Lin quickly launched a low, low-handed counterattack, only to find that He had already circled close to her side. He spread his hands, one reaching for Bai Lin's shoulder, the other reaching down towards Bai Lin's crotch, as if preparing to use the "Chaos Bamboo Shadow" technique.

If he were to take another fall like that, he might not have the strength to stand up. With this in mind, Bai Lin forced his arm back on track, aiming for He's face. He lowered his already low form with a frivolous smile, avoiding being directly hit by Bai Lin's attack before he could launch his own attack. The heavy sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed again, but this time, it was He who was hit.

He lowered her body and took Bai Lin's elbow strike with her chest. A terrifying, spiral-like depression even appeared in front of her.

Chapter 520: Elbow to the Heart

Bending forward, Bai Lin thrust his elbow forward. Like a machine bursting with power, he launched the projectiles from his mechanism into his opponent's body. This was the "Heart Elbow," a dangerous move that was both extremely destructive and difficult to execute at the right moment and position.

Given the height difference between Bai Lin and He, if He didn't lower himself, it would be difficult for Bai Lin to strike in the right position. If he leaned forward, Bai Lin would attempt to attack from a distance with a kick or similar technique. Only at such a close distance could Bai Lin execute this attack with such determination and perfection.

Another glob of blood fell onto Bai Lin's clothes. This time, it gushed from He's mouth, splashing some onto Bai Lin's clothes from beneath the ghost mask. The ghost-masked warrior's hands went limp, his entire body in a violent convulsion. But Bai Lin's body wouldn't stop just because his opponent paused.

He threw a series of hooks and swift combination punches, taking advantage of the punch that hit the enemy, like a flood that broke through the dam, sweeping He in with a surging wave. Just Bai Lin's feint and He's misjudgment caused He to suffer such a heavy blow in an instant.

As Bai Lin continued to attack, He felt her body and brain grow heavier, and the rusty smell in her nose grew increasingly pungent, as if she were sniffing the end of her life. When she was caught off guard and hit by Bai Lin's first punch, this scene was about to happen.

Seeing He's footing becoming increasingly unstable, Bai Lin grabbed the hem of his wide robe, which was easily used to throw him, and slammed He to the ground. He seemed to have seized the opportunity, pushing off with his foot, arching his instep, and flipping backwards, he delivered a powerful kick to Bai Lin's jaw.

Victory without arrogance isn't just about one's own abilities. Following the enemy's momentum to pursue victory, intercepting them at the right moment, and returning to one's own rhythm is also part of returning to one's heart.

Bai Lin felt the pain and fell into a state of dizziness. She held her head and shook it. When she regained consciousness, He was also panting and posing, with her hands at her sides, not using Zhi Lan Ming to recover. It was not that she didn't want to use it, but the multiple fractures and internal injuries she suffered in this round of attacks had completely deprived her of the ability to enter that state of meditation and recovery.

Although only the bloodstains on his white robe were visible, He's injuries were far more severe than they appeared. One had to admit, Bai Lin was truly adept at pursuing his opponent relentlessly after gaining an advantage.

Feeling the warmth draining away from her body, Bai Lin let out a long sigh, casually dropping the torn piece of cloth in her hand and staring at the other person. The dusk light filtered through the leaves, casting only a pale purple light imbued with a deep, dark meaning on Bai Lin. The chilly breeze in the air also played with her damaged wounds, as if to tear them open even further.

He, meanwhile, sized up Bai Lin. Every part of her body throbbed with an excruciating pain, as if a sword were piercing her. The two opponents, both severely wounded, clashed once again in the air with their sharpest eyes. They knew full well that this would most likely be their last encounter. Only by making the right choice could they finally end this desperate battle.

Ever since Bai Lin entered this arena, the two had been accumulating a desire to win in martial arts, a trust in their own skills, and confidence in their own judgment. Finally, they were going to combine and achieve a perfect result. To this end, the two of them stepped forward at the same time, launching what they believed to be the best tactics.

The first attack was He's sideways punch, accompanied by a sharp, plum-like wind, which carried a strong sense of slicing, and went directly towards Bai Lin's shoulder and neck. However, Bai Lin's hand was as eager to attack as ever. As he punched out from the front, he lowered his body, as if shrinking his body to directly avoid He's blow and make his own attack hit.

Changing his body shape and attacking at different angles while doing so would prevent the punch from achieving the desired impact and might not necessarily deliver sufficient lethality. This was likely due to Bai Lin's poor physical condition and the completely wrong angle of attack, so the speed and power of this punch were clearly not as good as before.

He didn't immediately react to Bai Lin's attack. Instead, he abruptly stopped his already launched attack, held it in front of him, and instantly changed his stance. This was her "martial arts," her ability to change, something not even Bai Lin could predict by sense. Although Bai Lin had already grasped the state of emptiness and clarity in their previous match, in this extreme physical condition, even if he had used it to detect He's change of tactics, he would have been unable to react quickly or in any way. Just like the hundreds of sword shadows that had attacked simultaneously, some things cannot be remedied by a moment of enlightenment.

The raised knee struck Bai Lin's lowered jaw. With just one strike, Bai Lin would be knocked unconscious. He's hands, already braced at his sides, would instantly crush Bai Lin into a deadly trap. With this feint, Bai Lin had no time to retreat, and she had already stepped into a life-or-death trap.

Bai Lin's form remained unwavering, seemingly completely oblivious to He's attack. However, her hand suddenly accelerated in mid-air, instantly changing direction, from striking He's face to striking her chest. This action baffled He. A chest strike would at most injure her, but she wasn't a piece of porcelain that would shatter at the slightest touch. Even if she allowed him to attack, victory was still within her grasp. The situation was still in her favor.

With this thought process, the situation reversed. Bai Lin's body tilted straight toward the ground, her knees stretched to the limit. She dodged her opponent's attacks in an impossible position, like she was in a gunfight. However, He's knee still grazed Bai Lin's body, and she couldn't maintain this position, falling backwards.

Chapter 521: Like to fight in pajamas?

Adding this blow to the existing wound was no mere scrape to be brushed aside. Had Bai Lin retreated a moment later, his intestines would have likely been splattered. Even more shocking was the piece of fabric Bai Lin tightly grasped. For upon that fabric lay… the body of a crane, suspended in mid-air.

Although Bai Lin had torn He's cloth off in the previous fight, that was only when both sides exerted force. This time, Bai Lin grasped the entire edge of his opponent's robe tightly in his palm, and even lifted him up when his opponent was completely defenseless.

With the clever timing and angle, he borrowed the crane's power and flew backwards, while at the same time, he exerted force on his body backwards, all for the purpose of a perfect pull, a perfect fall that the crane had no time to react to.

With a sudden, muffled thud, Bai Lin's back muscles pressed tightly against the ground. The excessive force caused her blood to surge, and blood foamed from the corners of her mouth. He's head, just as she had intended, slammed to the ground. Her expression was completely frozen, and she was completely unconscious.

The latter's limp body fell beside Bai Lin, one leg pressing against Bai Lin's arm. Bai Lin, exhausted, tried to push him away twice, but gave up because it was too heavy. The previous attack had already exhausted all her physical strength. After all, being able to fight with all her strength until now in such a bloody state was beyond human ability.

Not only is the opponent inflicting wounds, but the wounds themselves are also being stretched due to the force exerted. It is really painful... But if you don't do this, the only outcome you will face is failure.

What a formidable opponent, Crane.

Looking at the pine shadows that looked like a new sky, she slowly closed her eyes that reflected the sunset.

-

The scent of Zi Se beside her slowly rose, and Bai Lin's gradually sinking consciousness gradually revived. But to be honest, she hadn't been unconscious for very long. After all, when she stood up, He beside her seemed to still be sleeping soundly. Bai Lin naturally lay down again without saying a word. Her enthusiasm before and after the battle was inversely proportional to hers.

He, startled awake in vain, jumped up in an instant, waving her fists, looking nervous, like someone awakened from a nightmare, but a martial artist version. She saw Bai Lin lying on the ground, looking blankly at the sky with a Sima face, and asked,

"What happened? I won?"

"...If you really wanted to win that badly, you would have taken off your tattered robe long ago."

He was stunned for a moment, and didn't pay much attention to Bai Lin's ridicule. His eyes were lost for a moment, and then he grabbed the back of his head and said frankly,

"Is that so? I lost, eh... But losing to Rin isn't really shameful."

Afterwards, after much persuasion from He, the former took out some fine wines from his home and invited Bai Lin to get a little tipsy. The two of them casually climbed over a wall under the purple pine trees and sat close together. Bai Lin scratched his cheek as if he was worried about something, and He noticed Bai Lin's discomfort and said with a smile,

"What's wrong? How can a winner look sad? Tell me, what's bothering you?"

Bai Lin glanced at He and replied unceremoniously,

"During the spear fight earlier, you conceded, saying you had an epiphany. It made me feel like you weren't that obsessed with winning or losing. But when it came to the boxing just now... you really were a bit over the top. It felt like you were a bit impatient. My feeling is, you shouldn't be that skilled. Did you let yourself win? Tell me the truth."

"What are you thinking? I'm not perfect, just a martial artist. I haven't studied the boxing techniques passed down by Lord Huangshen enough. Perhaps it's because most challengers come with weapons, and there are not many opportunities for actual combat, so I hesitated a lot during the battle. I don't know everything, but now I understand that boxing is different from sword fighting. Thoughts should be limited to the necessary level, rather than making groundless guesses about the opponent's infinite possibilities. If I use all tactics to convert blood like you, it might be better."

Overthinking can lead to strange rhythms, sometimes impatience, sometimes too complacent and missing opportunities. This was He's previous experience with boxing. She hadn't quite grasped the spirit of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, but perhaps after this battle, she would gain some clarity.

Bai Lin looked at He and reluctantly accepted this statement. She took a big sip of wine and sighed,

"Hey...it's definitely different than I thought. I thought you were so confident wearing a wide cloth robe, because you had some magical power to prevent yourself from being grabbed by the clothes and thrown at people."

"I haven't changed my clothes for a fight in centuries. I'll definitely remember this next time we face off. But if I lose, I lose. I just didn't think it through beforehand. There's no point dwelling on it now."

When it came to the topic of victory or defeat, He seemed quite calm, driven only by an instinctive desire to win. There was a hint of chivalry in her carefree words. Facing an enemy with such a personality, Bai Lin refrained from any more sour remarks. Instead, she felt the same unfathomable depth she had experienced upon entering the room. If she were to fight her again, victory wasn't guaranteed.

Although I learned a lot after fighting with her, I feel... I probably don't have as many insights as her.

"I don't quite understand what you martial artists are thinking. You can be so calm even after losing. But I don't care about that. Now, pay me the reward. I'm an ordinary person, and I'm here for those things."

Bai Lin's words were so direct, probably because He's personality was too free and easy, so Bai Lin became more direct and aggressive. He also paused calmly, shook the wine pot in his hand, and replied with a slightly more serious expression,

"Well, it's time to discuss this. I haven't traveled far since a few hundred years ago, so I'm not very familiar with the elves' marriage customs... I need you to explain the taboos to me. As for the date and location, I'd like to meet the parents first. Perhaps a brief discussion between our two families would be more appropriate."

Chapter 522 You told me this was a martial arts competition to win a bride?

He spoke these seemingly nonsensical words with a certain professional and serious tone. Bai Lin was stunned for a moment. She scratched her hair and asked,

"What are you talking about?"

It wasn't that she didn't hear He's words clearly, but she had been human for a long time and had never been in this situation before. She was too immersed in the identity of this elf, so she didn't react at all to what He was saying. He also put down the wine gourd in his hand in a daze, stood up a little, and said,

"Is there anything wrong? Regarding our marriage...Rin, do you have other ideas? Or does it feel too fast and you need to adapt for a while first--"

"Wait a moment." Seeing He approaching, Bai Lin immediately raised one of his hands, making a blocking gesture, and replied with a serious expression, "I came here to fight, how can I marry you? Did I knock you out of your mind and make you start talking nonsense?"

"Eh??? You, I...but the notice I posted clearly states it's a martial arts competition for a bride."

He was really confused by Bai Lin for a moment. Her innocent and confused eyes revealed a sincere look. She neither lied nor had the intention to lie.

"what?????"

Bai Lin was in a state of confusion for a moment, not knowing what to do. She tried her best to recall the words on the paper, but she couldn't remember even a single word related to the wedding.

In fact, it actually existed. Although the notice was posted on the outermost circle, it happened to be partially obscured by a new notice today. When Bai Lin saw the words "rich rewards," he tore the entire notice off without even looking at it, which led to this situation.

Not far from the courtyard wall, Huan Gui, who was playing with Mi Yu as a tour guide, seemed to have thought of something and was sweating profusely. He realized that if he continued like this, something might go wrong, so he immediately stood up and walked under the two of them.

"Sir, that notice really did say something about a martial arts competition to win a bride, but most people who come here are here for the bride-hunting event. I didn't expect you to miss it, so I forgot to remind you. This is all my fault. I'm very sorry!"

Huan Gui's attitude was unusually sincere, but no matter how sincere it was, it couldn't stop Bai Lin's dark lines and her somewhat gloomy mood. However, she didn't see clearly, and she did have some problems of her own. Suddenly, Bai Lin didn't know what to say.

"What marriage proposal? Is my sister getting married? Great!!!"

Looking at the inexplicably happy Miyu next to him, Bai Lin found an outlet to vent his worries and said harshly,

"What are you doing making such a fuss about? I'm going to roast you when I get home tonight!"

Bai Lin realized that the situation was gradually getting out of control and straightened her expression. If she were He, she would have posted a martial arts competition for a husband for hundreds of years, and finally someone who could beat her showed up, but it turned out that the person had misread the notice and was just asking for money. She would probably be furious. But there was no way, this matter could not be negotiated. However, Bai Lin still wanted to refuse He in the most polite way possible, so she turned around and said to He,

"I'm sorry, I came here without reading the notice carefully. You also heard what the guide said, so I can only say that I apologize for this matter. But if I have time, I will still come back to play a few more games. Compared to getting married, I think it's more suitable for us to be friends-"

"What? I thought you looked down on me and thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be just a misunderstanding. That's fine. Although you have no intention of getting married, could you please consider spending some time together? Relationships are always cultivated."

When she said this, He's smile was really carefree, showing that she was very calm. But in this situation, this so-called carefree attitude only made Bai Lin's expression more stiff. She said directly,

"I really don't like it. Stop arguing. It's annoying."

While Bai Lin was speaking, He continued to talk a lot, seemingly trying to comfort Bai Lin. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she placed a hand on her ghost mask and took it off, revealing an appearance that was in line with human aesthetics.

His features, delicate enough to be called exquisite, held a touch of youthfulness evoked by his round face. When the black, gloomy mask was removed, his lavender eyes appeared less profound and more lively. Even the gentle violet has its time to bloom, its moments to soar on the wind and gracefully dance beside you.

At first glance, the pale, seemingly apathetic skin and the lips etched with a smile seem so incongruous, a face displaying a somewhat unpleasant cuteness and liveliness. But upon closer inspection, one can sense a sweetness like a gentle breeze. It's like chocolate sprinkled on ice cream, the warm sauce melting into the ice and snow, then spreading its exquisite sweetness on the tip of the tongue.

The overall cuteness she presents is a complete departure from her previous image. Taking off the mask makes her look completely new. Rather than being in line with human aesthetics, it's better to say she's a top-tier beauty.

"We, the Huangui Clan, generally don't take off our masks in front of outsiders. You might mind this, right?"

No way, taking care of an innocent little wolf girl is already a headache, and now there's a martial artist with such a thick nerve that it's hard to describe? Bai Lin felt a surge of madness, her thoughts were instantly madly collided, she scratched her head and replied,

"Don't mind! I don't even know what these rules are. Just stop it. No matter what you look like, I won't be shaken. We've only met for a few hours, after all. We're not even at the stage of talking about marriage yet! Besides, I'm a family man, so let's draw a clear line!"

"Are you doubting my feelings? I'm not doing this simply to pick a fight with you, Bai Lin. Look at the black diamond below my neck. This is the diamond we Huangui use to absorb emotional energy, and it also reveals our emotions. This pink color has already revealed my feelings."

"As for having a family, I don't mind at all. We don't have any rules like that here. If you're worried that your family member won't agree, I can still make it happen with a beating, hehe."

I don’t know if it’s racial and cultural differences or something else, but Bai Lin, looking at He, has extremely complicated feelings at this moment.

Chapter 523: Get Out, I Don’t Want to Get Married

Bai Lin sighed, set his face in a stern tone, and said in an almost threatening tone,

"Be careful, I'm going to make it clear up front. If you dare to have any thoughts about the one in my family, I'll cut your head off right now, believe it or not? As for our marriage, relax and don't even think about it. Don't say I have no interest in you, I'm also a very busy person. After drinking this pot of wine, I'll leave. I may come back when I have time, but it depends on whether you will still cling to me after I finish this. Understand?"

Bai Lin's murderous intent was clearly palpable from her tone; she was serious. What was this "even beatings require consent"? Was she threatening Katie's life?

Besides, Bai Lin really had no...sexual interest in He. He was certainly pretty, and objectively, much better than Katie, but her personality wasn't at all what Bai Lin liked. She seemed a bit blunt, and her words inexplicably irritated Bai Lin. And why did she have such a strong voice, such a figure, and such a tough personality, when she had the face of such a super cute little sister?

The image shock. Bai Lin had already formed the image of He as a strong and powerful older sister in his mind. Seeing such a face was not a shock, but at least it made Bai Lin a little stunned for a while. This was also something that Bai Lin could not accept. Why do you have such a face?

Hearing Bai Lin's words with such a murderous tone, He finally understood Bai Lin's attitude. She also sat up straight, thinking for a while, and then said,

"Well, I was too impatient just now. Speaking of which, you kept saying you didn't have time... What are you busy with now?"

This sudden concern made Bai Lin feel a little uncomfortable. Although she wanted to reply "None of your business", but when she thought about what she had said before about wanting to be friends with He, she softened her heart and simply replied,

"For now, we need to get that little girl home. She's lost."

Bai Lin raised her hand and spoke in a slightly lower voice. This so-called "little one" was, of course, referring to Miyu. Having found this little wolf girl, Bai Lin had a somewhat legitimate excuse to explain her actions. Otherwise, she would have avoided answering related questions. You can't just say, "I'm a human disguised as an elf to gather intelligence."

He nodded thoughtfully, looked at Miyuki with a somewhat intriguing look and said,

"Hmm... indeed, you don't seem like the type to take care of children for no reason. Coincidentally, I haven't been away from home for a long time, so I'll come along on this trip with you! Don't worry, I have travel experience too, and I can prepare everything. Plus, with my abilities, I'm definitely capable of protecting myself."