The Ascension of Contracted Spirits

Chapter 201 - 134: The Hidden Fourth Rookie King Candidate (6000 words)_3

The mushroom toad bounced upwards, its tongue coiling around to pierce through the insect net, and flung the whole thing into a bush.

"Found you!"

Ying Yang’s eyes narrowed, as he began to scold loudly with his resounding voice.

At this point, the mushroom toad shook the mushrooms on its head, releasing a barrage of rainbow spores that transformed into a poisonous mist, which wafted throughout a large area around it.

With a muffled grunt, Li Jingming covered his mouth, struggling to jump to another tree.

He could vaguely see some rainbow spores had stuck to his arm, and these toxic substances began to infiltrate his flesh at an alarming speed.

"He’s done for! The area enveloped by the poisonous mist is too large! Li Jingming has been poisoned!"

"The Ghost-Faced Moth should have a good resistance to poison, allowing it to duel with the mushroom toad several times, but as a Bug Catcher, Li Jingming doesn’t seem to have such an Ability. He can’t cope with toxic substances!"

No sooner had these words been spoken than the situation took an abrupt turn.

The mushroom toad, seeing a chance to defeat its enemy, unconsciously hopped forward at an even faster speed, thus creating some distance from its master.

At this moment, a wild wind arose, and the Ghost-Faced Moth, plunged into the rainbow mist, instantly launched a Wind Blade attack.

Ying Yang narrowly avoided it. Before he could steady himself, a chill surged from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head, suddenly making his hair stand on end.

He turned his head, looking startled, to see the two antennae of the Ghost-Faced Moth suddenly come together. A glittering spike-like energy substance, at a speed that wasn’t particularly fast but too fast for him to react to, hit straight at his temple.

With a ’pfft’ sound, as if his head had been pierced by a needle, his vision went black and his limbs started spasming uncontrollably.

"Huh—"

The Ghost-Faced Moth grabbed Ying Yang like an eagle holding a rabbit. Staring into the dumbfounded eyes of the mushroom toad, it glided over its head.

"Thump!"

Ying Yang, whose mind was in a state of chaos and body was out of control, like a pile of mud, was thrown down in front of Li Jingming.

Li Jingming quickly raised the blade in his right hand, aiming the tip directly at Ying Yang’s neck. His eyes, glowing faintly with a colorful gleam, looked coldly at the mushroom toad which had come to a halt and did not dare to approach again, and then looked up at the sky not far away.

"Li Jingming wins!"

As Hu Taotao brought down her hammer, her crisp voice echoed throughout the venue. There were still countless people who were dazed, struggling to recover from their astonishment.

"This..."

"Li Jingming won?"

"How did he win? What did the Ghost-Faced Moth do just now?"

"It seemed to have subdued Ying Yang in an instant, not giving him a chance to struggle?"

This time, both the assistant teachers and the Mentors were whispering to each other, discussing the possibilities.

"It should be a very powerful skill..."

"This was a bait-and-trap strategy? Well played, kid..."

From the main referee seat, Dong Xuan, with a glint in his eyes, seemed to have made a realization:

"It hasn’t been long, but this kid Li Jingming has had remarkable growth..."

"He is poisoned, that’s for sure."

"Although he won the match, risking his body like this is too risky."

"If this were a real field battle, both of them could have ended up dead..."

"Swoosh swoosh—"

The medical team arrived, immediately assisting Li Jingming, detoxifying his body.

Meanwhile, someone else was checking Ying Yang’s condition.

After a Therapist sang him a song, his trembling limbs finally calmed down, and a pair of stunned eyes gradually regained their vitality.

"You lost."

The head nurse of the medical team said to Ying Yang with a regretful look in her eyes.

Ying Yang was stunned, his confused mind spinning nonstop. He couldn’t help turning his head to mumble to Li Jingming:

"I...did I lose?"

"Yes."

The boy’s voice was as light as smoke, without any joy or pride, as if he was answering a very simple question.

Then, Ying Yang, watching him leave in a daze, was like falling into the clouds, his face filled entirely with shock.

"Ying Yang has been defeated!"

"From the top 36 to the top 18, Li Jingming has actually beaten Ying Yang, who was one of the Rookie King candidates!"

"Oh my goodness, does this mean that Li Jingming is the hidden fourth Rookie King candidate? He’s a big dark horse! Did all of us overlook him?"

The audience, who recovered first, exploded with exclamations.

Countless people jumped up in disbelief, looking at the retreating black dot, unable to contain their excitement.

This...

How is this possible!

Even though everyone had been looking forward to this scene before it started, subconsciously, they were all inclined to believe that this was an impractical fantasy that couldn’t occur in the real world.

Regardless of how unpopular Ying Yang was, he was still a senior student who had entered the academy eleven months ago.

That was eleven months! Whether it was in honing battle skills or learning all kinds of knowledge, he had accumulated too much.

On the other hand, Li Jingming had just been here for almost three months.

Three months ago, he was nothing, just a Mortal.

He had just started practicing, just started walking on The Path of Controlling Spirits, and yet he had achieved such results.

The students who witnessed this scene felt a ripple in their hearts.

Among the feelings of envy and excitement, there was also the feeling of witnessing the academy’s Son of Heaven rising like a star.

"Damn, I feel inspired!"

"What the hell, you’re old enough, can you still be so moved?"

"Tch!"

An old lady glared at Hong Li, and said sternly:

"I don’t believe it, you don’t feel moved when you see such a talented youngster?"

"Of course, I’m moved."

Hong Li, a man with a wine-nosed, dug his nostril and assertively said:

"But I don’t really understand insect Fond Spirits, if I were to teach this kid, I’d do him a disservice."