The Young Martial God was quite satisfied with Lin Xuan's shocked expression. He nodded and said, "When I say 'defeat me,' I don't mean a fight like the one we just had. In a battle of Martial Intent, you're definitely no match for me. If it really were a fight between our Martial Intents, I'd be happy to play along, but as you just saw, you simply can't win."
"So, the 'defeat' I'm referring to is for you to beat me without releasing any Martial Intent. To put it bluntly, it would be a very simple fight, without relying on Martial Intent at all. I can't release it, and you can't either—not even its most basic form. The moment you use your Martial Intent, I'll use mine too. And to be honest, between the two choices, I much prefer the latter."
