vrcanaries Chapter 74 The Arena 2
Chapter 74 The Arena 2
The audience's reactions were varied and vivid, showcasing the thrilling nature of the fight.
When Zhao Lin unleashed the Black Flame Sword Technique, and a fiery dragon roared forth, the audience in the front row couldn't help but gasp in surprise, instinctively leaning back as if the scorching flames were about to burn them.
Some timid nuns even covered their eyes, only daring to peek through their fingers.
"The Black Flame Sect's techniques are indeed domineering. How can ordinary cultivators withstand such power?" A middle-aged cultivator said with a solemn expression, his eyes revealing his fear of Zhao Lin's strength.
When Lin Yu skillfully deflected the attack with the Qingfeng Sword Technique, and the ice curtain and the flame dragon clashed against each other, cheers erupted from the crowd.
"What superb swordsmanship! This fellow Daoist from Qingfeng Temple is truly skilled. Such exquisite defense has actually neutralized the Black Flame Sect's fierce offensive." A young cultivator jumped up excitedly, waving his fan.
The disciples of the Black Flame Sect looked displeased and cheered for Zhao Lin: "Senior brother, don't hold back, let him see the power of our Black Flame Sect!" Their voices were uniform and loud, trying to overwhelm the opponent with their momentum.
As the fight intensified, Zhao Lin's black flames danced wildly, forming a massive firestorm. The audience was stunned by the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations, and the entire arena fell silent instantly. Everyone held their breath and stared intently at the stage.
When Lin Yu's Qingfeng Poyun sword energy clashed with it, the audience was once again awestruck by the spectacular sight of the dazzling light and overflowing spiritual power.
Some of the elders with higher cultivation levels nodded slightly, expressing their appreciation for the strength and skills displayed by both sides; while the ordinary disciples were filled with amazement, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.
Several rogue cultivators whispered among themselves, "This fight is truly a once-in-a-century spectacle. Whether it's the Black Flame Sect's ferocity or the Qingfeng Temple's agility, it's an eye-opener. I wonder who will win in the end. If we can glean even a tiny bit of cultivation insight from it, then it will be worth it."
The arena shook violently amidst the collision of the blinding light and surging spiritual energy, as if it would collapse at any moment.
As the light faded slightly, Zhao Lin and Lin Yu remained locked in a standoff, their clothes fluttering in the wind from the impact of the spiritual energy, their hair disheveled.
Zhao Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned, "This kid from Qingfeng Temple is interesting, but he's still a long way from beating me!" With that, he gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, and the black flames on the blade blazed up again. Mysterious runes faintly appeared in the flames, flickering as if summoning some powerful force.
The stone bricks of the arena beneath his feet began to crack, and wisps of black energy climbed upwards from the cracks, wrapping around his legs.
Lin Yu was slightly out of breath, but his eyes remained firm. He replied softly, "The Black Flame Sect's methods are nothing more than this. Today, I will shatter your Black Flame Myth."
The soft sword in his hand trembled slightly, its cold light intensifying. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and wisps of cold air condensed into tiny ice crystals, which danced and swirled around him like a dance of ice and snow sprites.
At this moment, the originally clear white clouds in the sky quickly gathered, the cloud layer was thick and turbulent, like a giant beast disturbed by this fierce battle.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared among the clouds, the streaks of lightning like silver snakes weaving through the sea of clouds, adding an apocalyptic atmosphere to the competition.
Zhao Lin took the initiative, his entire body like a burning black meteor rushing towards Lin Yu, the space in his path distorted and deformed by the flames.
"Black Flame Burns the Sky!" he roared, swinging his longsword. The black flames instantly transformed into a vast sea of fire, within which countless phantoms of fire demons bared their fangs and claws, rushing towards Lin Yu with endless savagery and destructive aura.
Lin Yu remained calm and composed. He raised his spiritual power to its limit, and the icy aura around his body rapidly expanded, forming a huge ice ball.
"Ice Condenses All Things!" he uttered in a low voice, and phantoms of mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, fish, and insects appeared in the ice sphere. These phantoms were lifelike, as if they were a miniature ice and snow world.
The ice hockey puck and the sea of fire collided with a deafening roar. Steam billowed from where the ice and fire met, enveloping the entire arena.
"Are these two going to die together? Such powerful moves clashing, a slight mistake and they'll be smashed to pieces!" An old man in the audience stared in horror, his hands trembling involuntarily.
"No, they are all testing each other's limits. This battle has only just begun to reach its climax." A middle-aged cultivator in a magnificent brocade robe stared intently at the stage, seemingly unwilling to miss a single exciting moment.
shrouded in steam, Lin Yu's figure flickered, like a white lightning bolt darting through the mist.
He used the icy aura to conceal his presence, attempting to circle behind Zhao Lin and launch a fatal attack.
Zhao Lin also sensed Lin Yu's intention. He stopped releasing the flames and contained them, enveloping himself in a black light shield that flickered with an eerie light. He looked around warily and muttered to himself, "Trying to ambush me? Not so easy."
Suddenly, Lin Yu emerged from the steam, his soft sword flashing like a cold light as it pierced Zhao Lin's back.
Zhao Lin, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He suddenly turned around and used his longsword to block Lin Yu's attack.
"Hmph, I saw through your little trick!" Zhao Lin laughed triumphantly.
Lin Yu's expression darkened: "Then let's settle this head-on!" With that, he unleashed the Qingfeng Temple's ultimate technique, "Qingfeng Illusion Sword." In an instant, countless phantoms of Lin Yu appeared on the arena, each wielding a soft sword and attacking Zhao Lin from different directions.
Seeing this, Zhao Lin dared not be careless. He unleashed the essence of the Black Flame Sword Technique, "Nine Revolutions of Black Flame," spinning rapidly and wielding his longsword to create a black vortex of flames that blocked the phantoms one by one.
As both sides unleashed their ultimate moves, the space around the arena seemed to be distorted, and the air buzzed as the spiritual energy surged through it.
As Zhao Lin parried Lin Yu's Qingfeng Phantom Sword, fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and roared, "So what if you have many phantoms? It's just a bluff!" However, a hint of tension was revealed in his eyes, and the speed of his sword swings increased unconsciously. The black flame vortex spun faster and faster, like a wildly spinning black meat grinder, shredding the approaching phantoms.
Lin Yu's expression was cold and his eyes were focused. While controlling the phantoms, he muttered, "Then let's test the power of this move!" Suddenly, all the phantoms merged into one, transforming into the sharpest sword energy. This sword energy was like a materialized white dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it rushed towards the center of Zhao Lin's vortex of flames.
With a deafening roar, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting apart, the powerful impact shook the protective array at the edge of the arena, making it teeter on the verge of collapse.
Where the light shone, Zhao Lin was jolted backward, his feet carving deep furrows in the ground, until he crashed into the edge of the arena railing before he could barely regain his balance.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth again, and his face was slightly pale, but he still forced himself to raise his head and stared fiercely at Lin Yu: "You actually managed to push me to this point!"
Lin Yu was also in a bad mood. He knelt on one knee, panting slightly, using the soft sword in his hand to support his body. He raised his head and replied, "The outcome is not yet decided. Don't jump to conclusions too soon."
At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky grew denser and denser, and large raindrops began to pelt down. The raindrops landed on the arena, which was scorching hot from the spiritual energy, and instantly turned into water vapor that rose up, shrouding the entire arena in a hazy mist.
Mu Zhusheng took out an umbrella from her storage ring and held it over Xu Xiaoxiao and herself, continuing to watch the competition on the stage intently.
Zhao Lin took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly straightened up, and pointed his long sword at the sky.
In an instant, a black lightning bolt ripped through the clouds and struck straight at his longsword.
With the help of this power of heaven and earth, Zhao Lin's black flames surged once more. He roared, "Black Flame Thunder Prison!" Instantly, the space around him was filled with black flames and lightning, forming a terrifying thunder prison space. Countless black electric snakes darted through the flames, emitting a chilling "sizzling" sound.
Seeing this, Lin Yu slowly stood up and concentrated all the remaining spiritual power in his body onto the soft sword. The soft sword shone brightly, illuminating the mist around him.
"The realm of pure breeze!" he whispered.
In an instant, centered on him, the surrounding water vapor rapidly condensed into crystal-clear ice mirrors, reflecting countless figures of Lin Yu. These figures moved in sync with him, rushing towards Zhao Lin's Black Flame Thunder Prison together.
The audience below the stage was already stunned by the fierce battle, and they all put up various defensive magic weapons to avoid being affected by the aftershocks of the battle.
"This is no longer an ordinary battle between Golden Core cultivators. Such power is something that even some Nascent Soul cultivators would find difficult to match!" a senior cultivator exclaimed.
The moment the Ice Mirror and Thunder Prison collided, the whole world seemed to freeze, followed by a deafening explosion.
Light and a storm of spiritual energy swept across the entire arena. At the center of the storm, Lin Yu and Zhao Lin's figures appeared and disappeared. They continued to unleash their moves, trying to gain the upper hand in this contest of strength and skill.