vrcanaries Chapter 1792 What a Zhao Hu!
Chapter 1792 What a Zhao Hu!
Zhao Hu stood on the arena, slightly out of breath, but his back was straight as a pine tree.
He looked towards the high platform, nodded slightly to Mingchuan, then jumped off the platform, returned to his original position, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, as if he had just warmed up.
"What a fine Zhao Hu!" On the third floor of the viewing platform, an old man from another region stroked his beard and exclaimed in admiration, "His foundation is incredibly solid, his combat awareness is astonishing, and what's even more remarkable is his unwavering will, unmoved by external influences. The Wan Chuan Sect is truly extraordinary to be able to cultivate such a disciple."
The person beside him whispered, "I heard that this boy's cultivation was once crippled, but now he is even better than before. The Wan Chuan Sect's cultivation methods and training techniques must have something unique about them."
The direction of the discussion has quietly shifted.
Zhao Hu's strong performance was like a shot in the arm, reigniting the fighting spirit of many originally timid cultivators in the Spirit Realm.
Following that, several more disciples from the Wanchuan Sect's Battle Hall took to the stage.
Although they were not as dazzling as Zhao Hu, each of them had a fierce and ruthless fighting style, excellent teamwork, and extremely firm will.
Even when facing opponents with slightly higher cultivation levels or more unusual techniques, they can still fight steadily and win or lose by a narrow margin. Without exception, they all demonstrate a tenacious fighting spirit and a solid foundation.
What alarmed the cultivators of the Holy Domain was that these Wan Chuan Sect disciples always seemed to be able to maintain their composure at crucial moments during battle, making the hidden pulling force of the Soul-Locking Array below ineffective!
"Weird..."
On the high platform, behind Fairy Yueyao, a white-haired old man responsible for maintaining the operation of the great formation frowned and whispered, "Fairy, the formation's response to those Wanchuan Sect disciples is extremely sluggish, as if there is some inexplicable interference."
Fairy Yueyao's eyes turned cold: "Interference? Where is it coming from?"
"It's hard to say... It seems to be due to the characteristics of their own techniques, or perhaps... an external force is subtly neutralizing it," the old man hesitated. "And it's not just them; as more people take to the stage to spar, the entire formation's operation has experienced extremely slight stagnation. Although it doesn't affect the overall situation, but..."
"But what?" Fairy Yueyao's voice was icy cold.
"But if this continues, it will be difficult to plant the imprinting agent on all targets at the optimal time." Sweat beaded on the old man's forehead.
Fairy Yueyao remained silent, her gaze once again falling upon the figure in black robes on the third floor who was resting with his eyes closed.
"Mingchuan... was this your doing?" A murderous intent rose in her heart. "It seems you won't stay put unless I get you involved personally."
She suddenly stood up, her voice echoing throughout the hall: "I was just impressed by the heroic spirit of the Wan Chuan Sect disciples. I have a suggestion. I have long heard that Sect Master Ming Chuan is not only a master of cultivation, but also an expert in teaching disciples."
"How about we have the younger generation of my Sacred Dragon Roar Temple engage in a sect sparring match with the elite disciples of the Myriad Rivers Sect, best of five, to add to the festivities?"
She smiled radiantly, her tone relaxed, as if it were merely a spur-of-the-moment decision: "Of course, since it's for fun, the stakes can be high. If Wanchuan Sect wins, my Longyin Temple is willing to offer three Void Secret Realm Tokens, plus one hundred drops of Moon Essence Elixir! If my Longyin Temple is fortunate enough to win..."
Her gaze fell on Mingchuan, and her smile deepened: "All I need is for Sect Master Mingchuan to grant this fairy a small request."
As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was in an uproar!
Three Void Realm Tokens! One hundred drops of Moon Essence Elixir! This prize is breathtakingly generous!
The little request that Fairy Yueyao made to Mingchuan has sparked endless imagination.
This is clearly a coup!
Using an irresistible prize as bait, they forced Mingchuan to accept the challenge!
If they win, Longyin Temple will suffer heavy losses and its prestige will be greatly damaged; if they lose, Mingchuan will have to grant Fairy Yueyao an unknown request, which may come at a huge cost!
More importantly, in this sect competition, the Dragon Roar Sect will undoubtedly send out top geniuses who have been carefully selected and may even be hiding their true cultivation levels! After all, the overall cultivation strength of the Holy Domain is much higher than that of the Spirit Domain!
As for the Wan Chuan Sect... Zhao Hu, though strong, was ultimately only at the Foundation Establishment stage.
The other disciples of the Battle Hall were mostly at the early to mid-Foundation Establishment stage.
Mingchuan himself cannot participate!
This is almost certainly a losing game!
All eyes were on Mingchuan.
Fairy Yueyao's move was extremely ruthless! Whether Mingchuan responds or not, the Wanchuan Sect will be put on the defensive!
Ah Xiong's eyes reddened with anxiety as he transmitted his voice, "Brother Ming! This woman has ill intentions! We absolutely cannot agree to this!"
Zhao Hu also looked solemn.
Mingchuan slowly opened his eyes, meeting Yueyao Fairy's seemingly smiling but actually cold gaze, and suddenly smiled too.
He stood up, dusted off his sleeves, and spoke in a low but clear voice that carried throughout the room:
"Your kindness is too much for me to refuse."
"This inter-sect sparring match, my Wanchuan Sect accepts."
The whole audience fell into silence!
Even Fairy Yueyao was slightly taken aback, not expecting Mingchuan to agree so readily!
Couldn't he see that this was a trap?
Mingchuan, however, continued, "However, since this is a friendly competition, the rules might as well be changed. Best of five is too long. How about... best of three?"
Fairy Yueyao's eyes flashed: "Agreed."
Mingchuan nodded: "In the first round, a Foundation Establishment duel, my Wanchuan Sect will send Zhao Hu to fight."
Zhao Hu took a deep breath, strode out, leaped onto the largest central arena, stood with his sword in hand, and his fighting spirit soared to the sky!
“Alright,” Fairy Yueyao said calmly, “My Dragon Roar Sect will send out our outer disciple, Leng Feng, to fight.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure floated onto the arena like a ghost.
The newcomer was dressed in a black outfit, with a cold and stern face and a refined aura, clearly also at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage!
However, the sharp aura and bloody smell emanating from his body far surpassed those of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, as if he were a killing god crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
“Leng Feng…that mission maniac from the outer sect of Longyin Temple? It’s said that no fewer than a hundred cultivators of the same level have died at his hands!” a Saint Realm cultivator exclaimed.
"She actually sent him to fight... Fairy Yueyao is aiming for a fatal blow to completely crush the Wanchuan Sect's morale!"
"Zhao Hu is strong, but he's in trouble against Leng Feng...."
On the arena, Zhao Hu and Leng Feng stood facing each other.
Neither of them spoke, but their terrifying fighting spirit and killing intent clashed fiercely in the air!
"Begin." Fairy Yueyao's clear, cold voice rang out.
Whoosh!
Leng Feng's figure vanished in an instant!
In the next instant, an almost invisible black blade of light silently appeared three inches in front of Zhao Hu's throat!
Fast! Ruthless! Vicious!
Zhao Hu's pupils contracted sharply. His battle instincts, honed through countless trials, allowed him to suddenly turn to the side at the last possible moment, his long sword slashing upwards!
clang--!
The sharp sound of metal clashing and exploding!
Zhao Hu felt a cold and cunning force penetrate the knife, his arm went slightly numb, and he was shaken so badly that he slid back several steps!
Leng Feng's attack missed, but he followed Zhao Hu relentlessly, his black dagger transforming into a vast net of death, enveloping Zhao Hu's vital points!
The blade flashed unpredictably, its angles were tricky and ruthless, and every strike was aimed straight for the fatal spot!
Even more terrifying is that the wind from the blade carries a chilling, malevolent aura that corrodes the mind, causing blood to freeze and reactions to become sluggish!
Zhao Hu was instantly at a disadvantage, and could only rely on his fierce swordsmanship and tenacious will to hold on. Soon, several deep, bone-revealing bloodstains appeared on his body!
"Oh no!" Ah Xiong clenched his fists, veins bulging.
Mingchuan's expression remained calm, though his eyes flickered slightly.
On the stage, Zhao Hu appeared to be in grave danger, but his steps remained steady and his eyes remained firm.
He was adapting, searching for weaknesses in his opponent's rhythm.
More importantly... within his body, the "Myriad Transformations Return to One" technique was operating at an unprecedented speed, refining the yin and cold evil energy that had invaded his body, and gradually erasing and transforming the corrosive power that had quietly seeped in from the Soul-Locking Array while his mind was in turmoil!