The [Banquet Pendant] provided Lin Yu with the ability to perfectly digest food, but obviously... metallic inorganic matter wasn't included in that category.
Regardless, A-Yin's "sword tip" could hardly be considered food—maybe some pica sufferers would argue otherwise, but the [Banquet Pendant] clearly didn't account for them.
And the main reason Lin Yu dared to swallow this thing... was because he actually knew how to sword-swallow.
Lin Yu had indeed mastered this real, hardcore skill through self-study and practice at home—"swallowing a sword into the belly," while not exactly related to theatrical performance, was still a "stunt performance."
But because it had the word "performance" in it, Lin Yu practiced it during his idle relaxation time.
He would dabble in self-learning various techniques with strong "visual effects" during his leisure hours, including but not limited to simple acrobatics, magic tricks, and traditional folk art skills.
Today, it came in handy—judging by the reactions of those around him, Lin Yu was quite satisfied with his impromptu performance.
"She actually ate it!"
Seagull exclaimed in amazement.
Most of the audience also started paying more attention to Lin Yu because of this somewhat insane action.
And A-Yin, standing across from Lin Yu, was utterly shaken.
"Why would she voluntarily swallow it? Doesn't she know I can manipulate the sword tip with true energy?"
"Can she actually digest the sword tip? No, I can still feel my connection to it!"
A-Yin tried to activate the sword tip with her true energy, but was shocked to discover...
The sword tip couldn't move at all!
It was as if something with far greater strength than her own hand had restrained it.
What Lin Yu relied on to achieve this was the [Fusion-Type Memory Metal Respiratory Tract]!
This thing allowed Lin Yu to obtain oxygen in any extreme situation—but at the same time, it was essentially a modification.
It could transform Lin Yu's entire throat into memory metal.
Most of the audience also started paying more attention to Lin Yu because of this somewhat insane act.
Unless Lin Yu deliberately released his grip, A-Yin's true energy manipulation could never make the sword tip fly out.
"Be more careful with that case of yours from now on."
Lin Yu looked at A-Yin and reminded her with a smile.
A-Yin's expression turned more serious than ever before as she nodded in response: "Don't worry, I'll be careful."
Clearly, Lin Yu's move forced A-Yin to reassess the risks of using the [Hundred Blades Case].
After all, it wasn't a [Class Item], so it could still be damaged or destroyed!
Repairing it would cost an astronomical fortune.
"Good, then... let's continue!"
Lin Yu suddenly closed the distance with A-Yin again, the two almost pressed together.
"Whoosh!"
The mother-daughter sword slashed at Lin Yu.
Although the mother sword was missing its tip, the edges on both sides still gleamed with chilling coldness!
But...
Without the tip on this light dual-sword, the variations in thrusting and slashing were naturally reduced, allowing Lin Yu to defend better!
Moreover, A-Yin's current technique was still the Seventh Form, Bee Stinger.
He wasn't the only one who could see through an opponent's moves and excel at strategic thinking in battle.
The Fear Torch swung out swiftly again, its blazing white flames forcing A-Yin's left hand holding the daughter sword to retreat.
As for the right hand with the mother sword—slashing was slower than thrusting, leaving enough time for Stiller to reach the battlefield!
"Clang!"
The mother sword struck the short staff, and the daughter sword's right hand quickly pulled back.
"Bee Stinger won't work. Not only is my weapon restricted... but this guy is also too fast!"
"Although Director said she's just relying on physical strength with almost no technique, this physical quality and speed are way too terrifying!"
A-Yin sighed inwardly, then made an immediate judgment.
He rapidly retreated, instantly putting distance between himself and Lin Yu and Stiller.
The mother-daughter sword was thrown back into the case, but Lin Yu had already chased after him!
"Bang!"
The Fear Torch thrust forward, colliding with A-Yin's case.
He had actually taken the [Hundred Blades Case] off his back voluntarily, using it as a shield-like wall in front of him.
The wooden case was made of some unknown material; the Fear Flames sprayed onto it, yet couldn't do anything to the case for the moment.
And the place A-Yin chose to retreat to was extremely cunning—a long, narrow straight stone path with no turns nearby, making it hard to get past the case and attack him.
But this didn't stump Lin Yu.
"Stiller!"
"Got it, boss."
Stiller, who had just arrived, slammed his entire side into the [Hundred Blades Case]!
"Thud!"
At the same time, Lin Yu kicked the case, almost perfectly synchronized with Stiller's flying body slam.
Although the case was sturdy, it was still just a case, not an actual wall—it wasn't securely fixed to the ground.
The immense force caused the entire case, along with A-Yin behind it, to tilt backward.
But in that instant, a crisp metallic sound came from behind the case.
"Crack!"
Then, using the case's tilt, A-Yin rolled backward and quickly re-shouldered the [Hundred Blades Case].
What appeared in his hand was now a brand-new weapon.
pared to the previous weapons, this one was almost rustic.
It was a pitch-black iron sword, the mon three-foot-long sword style.
Clearly, A-Yin had hidden behind the case to assemble a new weapon—with the previous lesson fresh in mind, he no longer dared to use true energy to swap ponents in the open.
Lin Yu glanced at the sword in his hand, not underestimating it in the slightest.
"A one-handed sword..."
Unlike the previous mother-daughter sword, this wasn't the style favored by "martial artists." The blade was thinner, and the edge wasn't aggressive.
So...
"This is a Daoist ritual implement."
Lin Yu made his judgment.
The next moment, A-Yin thrust his sword forward with a balanced, gentle strike aimed straight at Lin Yu's chest.
"Demon-Subduing Nineteen Forms, Seventeenth Form: Clearing the Mist."
Old Zhou murmured on the platform: "So he really knows all nineteen forms... but while this form is strong, it focuses on cooperation... suited for multi-sided melees."
"Even though his opponent has two people, where is his teammate?"
As Old Zhou spoke, A-Yin's next move answered his question.
The thrust aimed at Lin Yu's chest was deflected by the torch, but A-Yin didn't change his technique, just letting the sword tip fly upward.
Meanwhile, his other hand had already formed a hand seal.
"Go!"
A-Yin said, and the iron sword pointed at the sky burst into flames, turning into a streak of light that bit toward Lin Yu.
The crimson flames bypassed the white Fear Flames, coiling around the torch like a snake, spreading toward Lin Yu's arm.
"Sure enough, the sword technique was just to create space for the Daoist arts!"
Lin Yu said, already anticipating this as he let go of the torch and withdrew it into [Item Space].
Retracting a weapon mid-battle was a major taboo in a duel between experts, but Lin Yu didn't seem to care.
The moment he lost the torch, he instead stepped forward again, actively closing in on A-Yin!
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