plumnovel Chapter 92 Unparalleled Magic
Chapter 92 Unparalleled Magic
The giant golden blade cleaved down.
The dark blue spirit puppet crossed its arms to block, and the golden blade struck its forearm, producing a loud clang of metal striking metal.
The spirit puppet staggered back several steps, a deep crack appearing on its forearm, from which spiritual light emanated.
But the spirit puppet still did not shatter.
It steadied itself, spread its arms, and its body radiated a burst of spiritual light as it pounced on Zhou Mingyuan.
His steps were heavy, each step leaving a shallow footprint on the bluestone arena.
Zhou Mingyuan's expression changed slightly. He quickly activated his lightness technique to dodge and at the same time recalled his giant golden blade, slashing down again.
The blade struck the spirit puppet's shoulder, deepening the crack.
The third, fourth, fifth... seven consecutive strikes later, the protective aura of the spirit puppet could no longer hold and shattered with a crash.
It took nineteen breaths.
All three statues were destroyed.
A round of applause and praise erupted from the audience.
"Nineteen breaths, currently in first place, Luo Yuan is two breaths slower than him."
"Zhou Mingyuan's mastery of the Golden Blade Technique is probably among the top three in the outer sect."
As Zhou Mingyuan stepped off the stage, he smiled and deliberately glanced at Zhang Lin.
That look seemed to say, "It's your turn."
Zhang Lin's expression remained unchanged. He glanced back at her indifferently before looking away and continuing to close his eyes to rest.
After two more batches, it was Zhang Lin's turn.
He straightened his sleeves and slowly stepped onto the ring.
On the high platform, Qian Tong whispered, "Senior Brother Du, what kind of magic do you think this boy can use?"
Du Zhong shook his head: "He has only been a disciple for a short time, but I can sense that he possesses all five elements of magical energy."
"It all depends on his combat talent. No matter how strong his magic is, it's useless if he can't hit these three moving spirit puppets."
Qian Tong nodded slightly: "That's right. Many of those disciples just now fell because they couldn't hit them?"
Zhang Lin stood in the center of the arena, his eyes slightly raised, the spiritual power of the three spirit puppets flowing in his eyes as if he were observing the lines on his palm.
His spiritual senses spread out, covering the entire arena.
Every flow of spiritual energy, the direction of every gust of wind, and the spiritual energy channels within each spirit puppet were all clearly visible.
He could even see the weakest point of spiritual power at the joint of the third spirit puppet, on the inside of the right knee, where the spiritual power circulation was only 30% of that on the outside.
This is the wonderful application of the third-level Qi Observation Technique: Dispelling Illusions.
See through illusions and discern weaknesses.
At Du Zhong's command, the bronze bell tolled softly.
The first spirit puppet moved.
Its body swayed, and it moved to the left like a ghost.
Zhang Lin did not move.
His spiritual sense had already locked onto the puppet's movement trajectory. It wasn't a straight line, but rather it moved three steps to the left before suddenly turning back. This was a feint, intended to trick the opponent into misjudging the situation.
But Zhang Lin doesn't need to anticipate.
He can see it.
Three cyan wind blades silently coalesced.
Third-tier Wind Control Technique: Wind Blades Without Form. The wind blades are as thin as cicada wings, almost transparent, with only slight traces of air distortion revealing their trajectory.
He didn't need to use this move against the initial stage of Qi Refining, but he wanted the audience to see how he could crush them.
Three wind blades flew out, not to slash, but to spin and strangle. The first spirit puppet shattered instantly under the strangulation of the three wind blades, and was shredded into nothingness before its spiritual light could even dissipate.
The white spirit puppet shattered in mid-air, its spiritual light exploding like fireworks.
Take a breath.
Someone in the audience gasped in surprise, "How did he know the spirit puppet would land there?"
Du Zhong's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he gave Zhang Lin a deep look.
The moment the first one shattered, the second silver-gray spirit puppet already moved.
Instead of lunging forward, it crossed its arms and formed a thick shield of spiritual energy in front of it.
The shield's surface shimmered with silver light, like a silver mirror, with faint spiritual runes flickering within.
At the same time, it continuously taps the ground with both feet, its body swaying left and right, its trajectory completely unpredictable.
It's stalling for time.
The disciples below the stage were dumbfounded. The intelligence of this spirit puppet was even higher than when it faced Zhou Mingyuan.
With a flick of his finger, Zhang Lin sent out a wisp of pale blue flame.
The flame was only the size of a thumb, a ghostly blue like a will-o'-the-wisp, and wherever it passed, the air was scorched and distorted.
Burning Flames.
Someone in the audience frowned: "How come there's only such a small flame? Will it even hit?"
The silver-gray spirit puppet immediately sensed the spiritual energy fluctuations of the flame. The spiritual energy fluctuations were extremely strong, far exceeding any spells cast by anyone else just now.
The spirit puppet darted away, shifting to the left.
But the Blazing Flame did not pursue directly.
Under Zhang Lin's mental control, it turned as if it were a living thing, tightly gripping the spirit puppet's trajectory.
The spirit puppet changed direction three times in succession, and the Heavenly Flame changed direction three times in the air.
Every time, it was precise, accurately predicting the spirit puppet's next move.
Someone in the audience gasped: "He... he can control it even after casting a spell?"
Du Zhong's pupils contracted slightly, and he said in a low voice, "This is divine sense manipulation; this child's spiritual sense is extraordinary."
When ordinary Qi Refining cultivators cast spells, they can no longer control the direction after they start, and can only go straight.
Zhang Lin was able to guide the trajectory of the spell with his spiritual sense even after it left his body, which means that his spiritual sense is stronger than that of a typical Qi Refining Master.
Du Zhong and Qian Tong exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.
Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the spirit puppet suddenly stopped, raised its shield high, and protected its entire body.
The blazing flames crashed into the shield.
"boom--"
The eerie blue flames did not explode, but instead spread suddenly, like mercury spilling onto the ground, spreading along the surface of the shield and enveloping the entire shield.
The spirit puppet emitted a piercing buzzing sound.
Flames scorched the shield, rapidly depleting her true energy.
The spiritual power within the spirit puppet poured out like water bursting its dam, and the shield thinned and darkened at a visible speed.
The shield shattered on the second breath.
The Heavenly Flame landed on the second spirit puppet, like a malignant sore, spreading throughout its body along the spiritual energy pathway.
The spirit puppet trembled violently, its silver-gray surface melting away at a visible speed, not shattering, but being completely burned away by the flames.
The characteristics of the Heavenly Flame make it extremely difficult to extinguish once it comes into contact with the flame, as it uses true qi as fuel.
Every inch of the spirit puppet's body is formed from spiritual energy, which is the best fuel for the Burning Heaven Flame.
"boom--"
The silver-gray spirit puppet turned into a pool of spiritual energy residue in the dark blue flames, and then completely annihilated.
The second statue shattered.
Two breaths.
At this moment, the third spirit puppet had already moved.
Unlike the previous two, the dark cyan spirit puppet did not dodge. Instead, it released an invisible force field and charged forward with the speed of an arrow, heading straight for Zhang Lin.
Its palms were imbued with rich spiritual energy, and when it struck out, a sharp sound of air being torn apart was heard.
"It's fighting back!" a female cultivator in the audience exclaimed.
Zhang Lin remained calm, making a hand gesture with one hand.
A ten-foot-long, armor-piercing golden blade shot out from the sky, its golden light dazzling and its sharpness unmatched.
Golden Blade Technique - Armor Penetration.
The invisible barrier was broken, the spirit puppet shifted, and the golden blade grazed its shoulder.
But Zhang Lin's left hand was already poised to strike.
The moment the armor-piercing golden blade was unleashed, his left hand pressed down on the ground.
"boom--"
The arena floor suddenly exploded.
A massive, dark yellow hand, about ten feet in diameter, burst forth from the ground. Its five fingers were as thick as stone pillars, shimmering with golden light, and it reached out to grab the spirit puppet.
The spirit puppet flashed again, trying to dodge.
However, the area covered by the Xuanhuang hand was too large, covering a radius of one zhang. No matter how fast the spirit puppet was, it could not outrun an overwhelming grab.
With his five fingers together, the spirit puppet was grasped in his palm.
The moment Xuanhuang's large hand grasped the spirit puppet, earthen-yellow runes appeared on the back of his hand. The runes swirled and emitted a deep hum, with power layering upon layer.
The spirit puppet struggled violently, pushing its palms forcefully through the gaps between the fingers of the giant hand, actually managing to pry open a crack in the Xuanhuang giant hand.
Zhang Lin's gaze sharpened.
The puppet's strength was greater than he had anticipated.
Without hesitation, he loosely clenched his right hand.
The armor-piercing golden blade veered back in mid-air, guided by spiritual sense, and flew backward, the golden blade pointing directly at the spirit puppet's right knee.
That place is where the spiritual energy is weakest.