Gao Wu: I became a saint through daily settlements

"We'll see." Lin Yue's tone was calm, without any emotional fluctuation.

"I hope you can still be this tough later."

A hint of surprise flashed in Han Lie's eyes, then he sneered and turned to leave.

……

At 2:00 PM sharp, the first round of the competition officially began.

The entire training ground covers a vast area, with eight alloy arenas neatly arranged in the central area, corresponding to eight competition groups.

The arena is made entirely of high-density steel, making it wear-resistant and impact-resistant, capable of withstanding intense battles at the martial arts realm or even higher.

Light blue energy shield generators float around the arena, with layers of light curtains flowing around them. These shields not only isolate the impact of the fight and protect the audience, but also preserve the realism of the actual combat to the greatest extent.

Lin Yue was on stage number three, and many eyes in the audience were fixed on him.

"Group Three, First Match: Jiangcheng Branch - Lin Yue vs. Jiangbei Branch - Han Lie!"

Two figures responded to the call, one on the left and one on the right, and simultaneously stepped onto the third arena.

Han Lie stood tall and straight, his long sword drawn half an inch from its sheath, a chilling aura emanating from it.

In contrast, Lin Yue was slender and upright, dressed in simple martial arts attire, and wielding a heavy and ancient-looking Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword).

As the two took their positions, the energy device at the edge of the arena slowly started operating, and a pale blue light screen rose from the ground.

Layer upon layer of material wraps around the entire arena, forming a solid protective barrier that isolates the inside from the outside and eliminates all external interference.

"Who do you think will win this match between the three groups?" A martial artist from another province asked from the audience, his eyes fixed on the arena.

This question instantly sparked heated discussions among those around, with almost everyone sharing a similar viewpoint.

"Is there even a question? It's definitely Han Lie!" A Jiangbei martial artist said with absolute certainty, his tone brimming with a sense of superiority.

"Senior Brother Han Lie has already stabilized his cultivation at the late stage of the Martial Artist realm. His true qi is thick and long. Most importantly, he has mastered the second-tier Wind-Breaking Blade Technique for three months and has achieved a high level of proficiency. He is almost invincible within the same realm."

"That's right, the difference in realm is obvious. There is an insurmountable barrier between a mid-stage Martial Artist and a late-stage Martial Artist. Add to that the overwhelming advantage in swordsmanship, and this Lin Yue has no chance of winning at all."

"Lin Yue? I've never heard of that name before. He must be an unknown newcomer from Jiangcheng."

"Jiangcheng is a remote branch with scarce resources. What top martial artists can it produce? Newcomers from small places have no reputation or background. They are just here to make up the numbers."

Some people held onto hope and whispered:

"I do hope Lin Yue can create some surprises. Han Lie is usually too arrogant and domineering, so it would be good to have someone to curb his arrogance."

"Hopes are one thing, but reality is another."

"In terms of cultivation level and swordsmanship, Lin Yue is inferior in every aspect. He has no chance of winning and will most likely be defeated within three moves."

……

On the arena, the referee in black stood tall and straight, his eyes sharp as an eagle. He slowly swept his gaze over the two facing off, accurately confirming that both were in good condition and their weapons were in order, ready for battle.

"Both sides are in position, no equipment violations, and ready for action!"

"The match begins!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the arena instantly tensed, and a fierce killing intent suddenly exploded.

Han Lie gave Lin Yue no chance to test or react, and suddenly burst out!

His movements were as agile and swift as a cheetah. With power from his limbs, his feet slammed onto the alloy arena, producing a crisp crack, and he was instantly launched into the air, leaving a faint afterimage behind him.

fast!

As expected of a second-tier sword technique mastered in just three months, the speed of this strike far surpasses that of an ordinary late-stage martial artist.

The opening move of the Wind-Breaking Blade is "Swift Wind and Sudden Rain".

The blade tore through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.

A glint flashed in Lin Yue's eyes. He shifted his feet, turned slightly to the side, and held his broadsword horizontally in front of him.

"clang!"

The gleaming longsword slashed fiercely at the dark, heavy blade of the Mo Dao, unleashing a burst of violent power that sent countless tiny sparks flying at the point of impact.

Lin Yue remained motionless, while Han Lie took a slight half-step back.

Lin Yue didn't give him much time to think.

With a flick of his wrist, the blade swept out like a heavy hammer!

This strike had no fancy techniques; it was purely a combination of power and speed, powerful and unstoppable!

Han Lie's expression changed, and he retreated rapidly, simultaneously slashing with his longsword. Three sword lights intertwined to form a net, attempting to block the attack of the Mo Dao.

"Clang clang clang!"

Three consecutive clangs of metal clashing rang out as Han Lie's three sword flashes were completely crushed by the Mo Dao.

Han Lie was so shocked that he took three steps back, the alloy floor beneath his feet making a dull thud.

The stands erupted in uproar.

"Outrageous! Lin Yue, a mid-stage Martial Artist, actually suppressed Han Lie head-on?!"

"That power is outrageous! That broadsword looks heavy, but a normal martial artist couldn't possibly wield it with that kind of power. His physical strength is monstrous!"

"It's not just about strength! Look closely at his sword rhythm. Every time he accurately predicts Han Lie's sword path, and his offense and defense are seamlessly connected. He doesn't seem like a novice martial artist at all!"

On the stage, the situation has quietly reversed.

"clang!"

Another loud bang shook the entire stadium.

Han Lie took three steps back, his arm slightly numb, and a look of seriousness finally appeared in his eyes.

"How can this guy be so strong?"

He looked down at his right hand, which was gripping the knife, and felt a slight ache in his thumb and forefinger from the impact.

He only ever had this feeling when facing opponents whose physique far surpassed his own.

Han Lie took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening.

"It seems I underestimated you."

He let out a low shout, quickly adjusted his breathing, and the speed of his internal energy circulation suddenly increased, causing his previously restrained aura to erupt completely.

He subtly shifted his stance, lowered his body, and lowered his long sword, its tip angled against the arena floor.

On the viewing platform, the instructors from the Jiangbei branch frowned slightly.

"Has Han Lie actually been forced to the point of getting serious?"

He was well aware of Han Lie's strength.

At the late stage of the Martial Artist realm, and having only mastered the second-tier sword technique for three months, few among his peers in the Jiangbei branch could withstand three of his full-force strikes.

But now, a martial artist at the mid-stage of the Martial Realm has actually forced Han Lie to take things seriously.

On the stage, Han Lie made his move.

This time, he was even faster than before. His blade flashed through the air, leaving afterimages. Each strike was cunning and ruthless, with bizarre angles, aimed directly at Lin Yue's vital points.

Wind-Breaking Blade - Consecutive Slashes!

The flashes of blades were endless, each strike faster and more ruthless than the last, pouring down like a torrential downpour.

Lin Yue's eyes sharpened, and he swung his Mo Dao horizontally, the blade drawing an arc in front of him in an attempt to block.

"Clang clang clang clang clang!"

Five crisp sounds rang out in succession, and sparks exploded between the two men.

Lin Yue retreated repeatedly, the alloy floor beneath his feet thumping loudly.

Han Lie's continuous slashes were incredibly fast, with seamless transitions between strikes, making it almost a perfect, uninterrupted attack.

It gave the opponent no chance to breathe, adjust, or counterattack, maximizing the speed advantage of the second-tier sword technique.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Lin Yue's mouth.

He blocked most of the attacks, but one blade still grazed his left arm, leaving a gash.

Blood dripped down his forearm, staining his sleeve red.

"Fortunately, after practicing the Bear Mantra, my body's flexibility has greatly improved."

"Otherwise, these few cuts would really be painful," Lin Yue thought to himself.

No sooner said than done, Han Lie's knife flew over again.

"Take this!"

This strike was imbued with over 80% of Han Lie's power; his true energy filled the blade's tip, and the blade tore through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The speed is so fast that it is almost impossible to detect with the naked eye!

On the viewing platform, many people gasped in surprise.

"That was a lightning-fast strike! That kid from Jiangcheng is probably going to lose!"

"After all, they are at the mid-stage of the Martial Artist realm. It's already quite impressive that they've managed to hold on this far."

"His true energy is being projected outwards; Han Lie's strength is truly impressive."

"How do you think this Lin Yue is going to dodge this attack?"

"This level of deadly attack is something that martial artists of the same level simply cannot withstand. Unless they use their true energy to resist it, they will definitely be seriously injured and defeated!" The hall master of the Southern Anhui branch hall frowned and analyzed in a deep voice.

"That's right. The physical condition of a martial artist at this stage is simply not enough to withstand this blow."

Zhou Yuanwu sat in the waiting area, his fists clenched tightly with nervousness.

"Lin Yue, get out of the way!"

Hide? Lin Yue never even considered hiding.

He had already tempered his thirty-two martial bones, and his entire body's muscles, bones, skin, and fascia had been refined through countless trials.

His physical strength has long surpassed the understanding of ordinary martial artists, far exceeding the physical limits of martial artists of the same or even different levels.

"It's my turn," Lin Yue said in a low voice.

The next moment, the Mo Dao moved.

Second-tier sword technique, Hidden Surge.

The sword strike was deep and focused, its power concealed, seemingly gentle but actually possessing boundless potential.

The blade of the Mo Dao rose from below, like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, carrying overwhelming power, heading straight for Han Lie's chest!

Where the blade passed, the air was torn apart with a sharp, explosive sound.

Two extreme offensives collided head-on in the center of the ring!

"Are you crazy?" Han Lie cursed in a low voice.

He had never seen such a fighting style before. Knowing that he had unleashed a deadly move, his opponent neither dodged nor avoided it, but instead fought head-on with his life on the line. It was a completely reckless fighting style!

Faced with Han Lie's attack, Lin Yue chose to take it head-on.

"Clang!"

A distinctly different, crisp, loud bang exploded out. Unlike the booming sound of metal colliding, this sound carried the solid texture of bones colliding.

The expected scene of Lin Yue being seriously injured did not occur. Lin Yue's Mo Dao still carried irresistible power as it slashed towards Han Lie.

Lin Yue's strong martial bones deflected the force layer by layer, firmly blocking this deadly attack, causing only minor injuries that pierced through the flesh, and not damaging the body at all.

"Damn it!"

Han Lie felt a desire to retreat. He stomped his feet on the arena, unleashing all his true energy, and retreated with all his might, trying to dodge the fatal blow.

But it was too late.

The blade of the Mo Dao had already reached his chest, its heavy aura carrying immense power, slamming into his protective inner energy.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Han Lie was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the energy shield at the edge of the arena.

Ripples spread across the shield as Han Lie slid off it, fell to his knees, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Just then, a mechanical voice rang out.

"Lin Yue wins the first match of the third group."

After a brief silence, the training ground erupted in deafening gasps.

"Am I seeing things? He took a knife from Han Lie head-on?"

"He managed to fight back even after his left shoulder was pierced? What kind of physical ability does that have?"

"My God! I just saw it clearly! His last strike was definitely a legitimate second-tier sword technique! He's clearly at a lower cultivation level, yet he's still mastered a second-tier sword technique?"

On the high platform, the palace masters of each province sat up straight at the same time.

"Is this Lin Yue also a second-tier swordsman?"

The head of the Southern Anhui branch hall frowned and turned to look at Tang Long:

"Palace Master Tang, this newcomer from your Jiangcheng branch has actually mastered a second-tier sword technique? He's been hiding his true abilities far too well!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Long simply nodded.

The Palace Master of Jiangsu Province didn't inquire about Lin Yue's origins; instead, he stared thoughtfully at the wound on Lin Yue's left shoulder.

"He withstood Han Lie's deadly Wind-Breaking Blade strike head-on, and even with a penetrating wound, he could still counterattack without changing his expression... Did you notice that the amount of bleeding in his left shoulder was much less than normal?"

He paused, his gaze sharpening:

"This is the characteristic of bone tempering. The bone density is far greater than that of ordinary people, and the muscles and fascia have been specially tempered, so the speed at which they contract and stop bleeding after injury is several times faster than that of ordinary martial artists."

"Bone tempering?" The Palace Master of Southern Anhui was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized.

"Ancient martial arts body-strengthening methods? That's quite rare."

"Not common, but not unheard of," Sun Yi said calmly, his gaze sweeping over the hall masters present.

"Although the ancient martial arts traditions of each hall are rare, they all have one or two hidden treasures."

"It's just that there are fewer and fewer young people who can truly make a name for themselves in training."

These words were met with nods of agreement from all the temple masters present.

Nowadays, the mainstream of martial arts focuses on cultivating true qi and breaking through realms, which is fast and efficient.

The path of ancient martial arts body tempering is tedious, difficult, and time-consuming, and very few young people are willing to devote themselves to it. Those who can temper their bones and shape their bodies to a higher level are extremely rare.

"With a second-tier sword technique combined with a body tempered by bone tempering, a mid-stage Martial Artist can already contend with a late-stage one..." Palace Master Su sighed, "This kid has truly mastered the path of ancient martial arts."

"Your Jiangcheng branch has really struck gold!" the Wannan branch master complimented with a smile.

……

Lin Yue turned and walked off the stage. Blood was still seeping from the wound on his left shoulder, but his steps were steady and powerful, and his back was straight.

In the waiting area, Zhou Yuanwu jumped up excitedly.

"Lin Yue! You're amazing! You really won! You beat Han Lie!"

Zhao Hengshan, standing to the side, also beamed with smiles, his eyes full of approval:

"Well done!"

Lin Yue's first victory will undoubtedly be a huge boost to the other two players in the Jiangcheng branch.

"Are you alright?" Jing Ruoyi quickly stepped forward and handed over the specially made medicine from the Starry Sky Martial Hall.

This ointment is made from the essence of high-level star beast flesh and blood combined with rare spiritual herbs. It has miraculous effects in healing wounds, stopping bleeding, and repairing skin, flesh, and bones. It is an exclusive medicine specially prepared by the Martial Hall for the competition.

This is also the source of confidence that this competition dares to adopt real combat duels.

Unless one dies on the spot, most injuries can be quickly repaired without leaving any sequelae, thanks to the Martial Hall's top-notch pills, ointments, and treatment equipment.

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious." Lin Yue took the medicine and treated the wound simply.

The powerful regenerative ability brought about by bone tempering has already stopped the bleeding from the wound. At this rate, it should be fully healed in at most half an hour.

On the high platform, Sun Yi picked up his teacup again, but his gaze never left Lin Yue.

He whispered to his assistant, "Go and investigate Lin Yue's background. Find out which lineage of ancient martial arts he comes from."

"In addition," Sun Yi paused.

"The reward standards for the Bone-Splitting Grass will be reassessed after the finals based on the rankings. The rewards for the top three can be made even more generous."

The assistant nodded in agreement.

"yes!"

With the Provincial Palace Master of Handong Province absent, Sun Yi is the most powerful person in charge of the Handong Branch Palace.

Sun Yi leaned back in his chair, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Ancient martial arts are something that every martial arts hall has a little bit of, but only a few people can truly make a name for themselves in ten years.

The second match of Group 3 began at 3 PM.

Zheng Chengfeng vs. Lu Xiaoman.

Both were at the late stage of the Martial Realm, and their fight was evenly matched, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.

In the end, Zheng Chengfeng, with his richer practical experience, defeated Lu Xiaoman by a narrow margin and scored 3 points.

The third match of Group 3 will be held at 4 PM.

Lin Yue vs. Zheng Chengfeng.

This time, Zheng Chengfeng did not underestimate his opponent like Han Lie did.

He stood on the arena, looking intently at Lin Yue opposite him, holding a short halberd in each hand, adopting a tight defensive stance.

"I watched your entire match." Zheng Chengfeng's eyes were fixed on Lin Yue across from him, his tone calm and serious.

"Your physical strength is extremely terrifying, your close-combat crushing ability is extremely strong, and you are almost invincible in close combat."

"Therefore, I will not give you any chance for close combat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the referee announced the start of the match.

Zheng Chengfeng immediately retreated, wielding his twin halberds in front of him to form an impenetrable defensive net. The tips of the halberds were condensed with pale blue true energy, ready to launch a ranged attack at any time.

Lin Yue stood still, without moving.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

On the viewing platform, some people began to discuss the game.

"Zheng Chengfeng fought very cleverly. Knowing that Lin Yue was strong in close combat, he kept his distance and fought a war of attrition."

"Lin Yue is in trouble now. Although his Mo Dao is powerful, it is slow and it will be difficult for him to break through the defense of the twin halberds."

"Zheng Chengfeng's attrition tactics are very effective against melee-type players."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yue moved.

Instead of rushing towards Zheng Chengfeng as everyone expected, he held his Mo Dao horizontally in front of him, pushed off with his feet, and launched himself out like a cannonball!

So fast!

Zheng Chengfeng's pupils contracted sharply. Without thinking, he thrust his double halberds forward, and two waves of true energy shot out from the tips of the halberds, heading straight for Lin Yue's chest.

Lin Yue neither dodged nor blocked.

He allowed the two waves of true energy to strike his body without slowing down, and the blade of the Mo Dao, accompanied by a whistling sound, slashed straight down!

"Madman!" Zheng Chengfeng cursed, crossing his twin halberds in front of him to block.

He had never seen such a brutal and domineering fighting style, relying entirely on his invincible physical body, ignoring true qi attacks, and forcibly engaging in close combat!

"clang--!"

The deafening clang of metal colliding made Zheng Chengfeng feel as if his arms had been hit by a truck, and his body was thrown backward uncontrollably, leaving two shallow footprints on the alloy floor beneath his feet.

Although he managed to block the blow, his arms were already numb and sore, his tiger's mouth trembled violently, and it was slightly cracked and bleeding. He could barely hold the short halberd in his hands.

"This..." Zheng Chengfeng's eyes widened.

Attrition tactics and internal energy attacks were completely useless against the opponent's unbeatable physical strength.

Before he could recover, Lin Yue's second slash had already landed!

In the instant he was stunned, Lin Yue's second strike had already arrived.

Second-tier Mo Dao (陌刀) sword technique, Hidden Surge!

The same sword technique, the same angle, the same unstoppable momentum.

Zheng Chengfeng gritted his teeth and held on, using all the remaining energy in his body to desperately raise his halberd to block.

"clang--!"

This time, his double halberds were knocked away, blood splattered from his tiger's mouth, and he was violently thrown to the ground by the residual force of the blade, his body crashing heavily onto the arena.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zheng Chengfeng immediately spoke:

"I surrender."

He was not injured, but he clearly realized that he was no match for Lin Yue.

This person's physical abilities are ridiculously strong; our attrition tactics are meaningless against him.

"Lin Yue wins the third match of the third group."

The mechanical announcement sounded again. Lin Yue sheathed his sword and extended his hand to Zheng Chengfeng.

Zheng Chengfeng was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Lin Yue's hand and stood up.

"You are very strong," Zheng Chengfeng said sincerely.

……

At 5 PM, the fourth match of Group 3 will take place.

Han Lie will face off against Zheng Chengfeng.

The match was extremely intense. Han Lie was seething with anger and showed no mercy in his attacks, unleashing the full power of his Wind-Breaking Blade Technique.

Although Zheng Chengfeng was also in the late stage of the Martial Realm, he was defeated in less than three minutes when facing the enraged Han Lie.

"Han Lie wins the fourth match of the third group."

At 5:30 PM, the fifth match of Group 3 will begin.

Lin Yue versus Lu Xiaoman.

Lu Xiaoman is a girl who looks quiet and gentle, but she is extremely ruthless.

Her weapon was a pair of Emei daggers, which were designed to attack vital organs with speed, sharp angles, and ruthless strikes.

But against an opponent like Lin Yue with exceptionally high defense, her attacks were like tickling him.

Lin Yue didn't even draw his sword; he simply used the back of his Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) to gently push Lu Xiaoman off the stage.

"Lin Yue wins the fifth match of the third group."

The last match of Group 3 will be at 6 PM.

Han Lie versus Lu Xiaoman.

Han Lie needs this victory, but he also needs to see how Lin Yue and Zheng Chengfeng react in order to have a chance to advance.

But Lu Xiaoman clearly didn't want to give him that chance.

The two played for a full ten minutes, and Han Lie ultimately won by a narrow margin. However, even with the victory, his group score was only 6 points.

Lin Yue won all three matches, accumulating 9 points and ranking first in the group.

Zheng Chengfeng has one win and two losses, accumulating 3 points.

Lu Xiaoman lost all three matches and accumulated 0 points.

Han Lie has two wins and one loss, accumulating 6 points.

According to the rules, the top two teams in each group advance to the round of 16.

Lin Yue's group came in first place, and Han Lie's group came in second.

……

With the conclusion of the final match for Group 3, the standings for each group on the holographic screen were finally finalized.

Lin Yue glanced at the overall standings, and the list of the top sixteen was clearly displayed.

……

Group Three: Lin Yue from Jiangcheng (Mid-stage Martial Artist Realm), Han Lie from Jiangbei (Late-stage Martial Artist Realm)

……

Group Six: Zhou Yuanwu was prominently featured, advancing to the quarterfinals as the second-place finisher in his group. The first-place finisher in his group was a martial artist named Wang Hao from Jiangbei Province.

Group 7: Jing Ruoyi also advanced, ranking first in the group.

"All three members of our Jiangcheng branch have advanced to the top eight?" Zhou Yuanwu looked at the holographic screen, hardly believing it himself.

In the waiting area, Zhao Hengshan couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Although the Jiangcheng branch only sent three people this time, all three of them made it out of the group stage, a feat that is unique among all the branch halls.

Even among the six contestants sent by the Hantong headquarters, two were eliminated.

"Well done!" Zhao Hengshan patted Lin Yue on the shoulder as he walked back to the waiting area, glancing at his left shoulder. "Is the wound alright?"

"The bleeding has stopped, it won't affect tomorrow's match." Lin Yue moved his left arm. Although it was still a little sore, his tendons and bones were not damaged. Skin and flesh injuries are nothing compared to the recovery ability after bone tempering.

"That's good, hurry up and go to the Han Dongwu Hall canteen to replenish your energy!" Zhou Yuanwu interjected with a smile.

In order to prepare for the competition, everyone only hastily consumed some energy supplements at noon. After playing several high-intensity matches in a row, they were already starving and exhausted.

At noon, the group only ate some energy supplements for the competition, and by the end of the game, they were starving.

The Wudian Dining Hall of Handong Province.

The canteen of the Martial Arts Hall in Handong Province was bustling with activity. Martial artists from various provinces sat in twos and threes around a table, quietly discussing the exciting matches and upsets of today's group stage.

Lin Yue carried a plate full of food and went straight to a quiet corner to sit down. Zhou Yuanwu followed closely behind, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"Lin Yue, you played so fiercely in the matches today." Zhou Yuanwu said while shoveling rice into his mouth, his tone full of admiration.

"You didn't see what Han Lie looked like after you cleaved him in two with one strike. His face was ashen, and he looked incredibly pathetic."

"This is what happens when people are too arrogant!" Zhou Yuanwu continued.

Lin Yue ate his rice while mumbling a few words incoherently.

"Just as Wang Teng said, the cuisine in Handong Province is quite spicy."

Jing Ruoyi walked over, holding a newly printed quarterfinals matchup chart.

"The draw for the Round of 16 is out; the redraw will take place tonight."

"Let me see." Zhou Yuanwu put down his chopsticks and took the match list from Jing Ruoyi.

Upper half:

Match 1: Zhao Lingyun (Handong Headquarters) VS Zhou Chuchu (Southern Anhui)

Match 2: Lin Yue (Jiangcheng) VS Chen Xue (Handong Headquarters)

……

"You're going to face Chen Xue?" Zhou Yuanwu leaned closer to Lin Yue.

"I've heard of this Chen Xue. She's one of the top players from the Handong headquarters. Her lightness skill is extremely superb."

"Her weapon is a soft sword, and she follows a light and agile approach, relying on her movement to move around and seize opportunities to attack vital points."

"This kind of opponent is indeed a good counter to a power-type player like you," Jing Ruoyi added.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yue simply smiled calmly.

After all, he still had a hidden skill called "Riding the Waves and Leaping Over the Water" that he hadn't used yet.

"However," Zhou Yuanwu changed the subject, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"No matter how elusive her movements are, the arena is only so big, and there will always be a time when you corner her."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yue nodded thoughtfully.