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Chapter 79 The Arena 7
At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the arena, draping the entire arena in a layer of golden-red gauze, which blended with the spiritual energy remaining from the previous battle, as if painting a magnificent and mysterious picture for this world.
Xu Xiaoxiao excitedly patted Mu Zhusheng's shoulder, her eyes sparkling as she said, "Second Senior Brother, this competition was so exciting! I saw how exquisitely Young Master Ye controlled the power of fire spirits, and the explosive power of his Blazing Sun Shattering Star Flame was truly astonishing. And Miss Su... was able to defend perfectly in such a critical moment. Only then did I realize that the application of magic can be so flexible and varied."
Mu Zhusheng smiled and nodded: "That's right, Junior Sister. Look at how Fellow Daoist Ye decisively abandoned his longsword and turned it into flame fragments to attack during the battle. This shows courage and determination, but it also requires precise control over one's own spiritual power, otherwise it's easy to lose one's composure. As for Fellow Daoist Lin, she was able to quickly come up with the method of using her magic wand to create a barrier during defense. This shows that she has an extremely fast judgment of the battle situation and can adapt to changing circumstances. These are all things we need to learn in our future cultivation and battles."
Yuan Mengyao, who was standing nearby, also said, "Yes, I also noticed their control over the consumption of spiritual energy during the battle. Although they were almost exhausted in the end, they did not overspend it in the early stages, which is the key to a protracted battle."
Xu Xiaoxiao said thoughtfully, "Should we go back and strengthen our training in these areas?"
Mu Zhusheng looked at her with encouragement in her eyes: "Of course, we must not only diligently cultivate the condensation and control of spiritual power, but also conduct more practical simulations to cultivate our insight into the battle situation and our ability to adapt."
As they were talking, Tu Minglang suddenly pointed to one side of the arena: "Look, the disciples for the next match are already preparing."
As everyone looked over, they saw a disciple dressed in a black robe with a cold face and deep eyes. He was Zhao Lin from Xuanfeng Pavilion, standing in a corner of the arena, silently gathering his strength. The weapon beside him was a folding fan that emitted a dark light, and there seemed to be mysterious runes engraved on the fan ribs.
The other was Qinghe, a female disciple of Shuiyue Nunnery. She was dressed in a white gauze robe and held a crystal-clear jade flute. She looked like a fairy descending to earth, and her body was radiating a gentle spiritual energy.
Zhao Lin stepped onto the arena and bowed slightly: "Zhao Lin of Xuanfeng Pavilion has come to challenge you." His voice was deep and cold, as if carrying a hint of chill.
Qinghe bowed slightly: "Qinghe of Shuiyue Nunnery, I hope you will show mercy." Her voice was like the sound of bells in the night wind, clear and melodious.
As the competition began, Zhao Lin slowly opened his folding fan and gently waved it. Instantly, a black whirlwind formed around the edge of the fan. "Mysterious Wind Dark Dragon Tornado!" The whirlwind rapidly expanded and swept towards Qing Wan, lifting up the stones on the arena floor wherever it went.
Qinghe remained calm and composed, placing the jade flute to her lips and playing a melodious tune, "Water Moon Pure Heart Melody!" The melody flowed out like a clear spring, and the black whirlwind gradually slowed down as it approached her.
"The wind magic of Xuanfeng Pavilion is quite domineering, but Shuiyue Nunnery's Qingxin Melody seems to be able to counter it," Xu Xiaoxiao said.
Mu Zhusheng shook her head: "Not necessarily. This is just the beginning. Xuanfeng Pavilion's methods are not so simple."
Seeing that his wind technique was blocked, Zhao Lin snorted coldly and flicked his folding fan, unleashing several black spiritual energy blades. "Mysterious Wind Sound-Breaking Blade!" These spiritual energy blades sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, and shot towards Qing He.
Qinghe leaped lightly into the air, continuing to play her jade flute. At the same time, beams of white spiritual energy shot out from the tip of the flute, colliding with the black spiritual energy blades. "Water Moon Spiritual Light!" In an instant, the arena was filled with intertwined light and overflowing spiritual energy.
As the beam of spiritual energy collided with the sonic blade, a crackling sound erupted in the air, like firecrackers being set off during the New Year. The interplay of spiritual energy illuminated the entire arena as if it were daytime.
The audience held their breath, their eyes glued to the stage, afraid of missing a single exciting moment.
At this moment, the afterglow of the setting sun had gradually faded, and a faint purple hue appeared on the horizon, contrasting with the spiritual energy radiance on the arena, creating a mysterious and tense atmosphere for the entire square.
When Zhao Lin of Xuanfeng Pavilion saw that his spiritual energy blade was blocked, he frowned slightly and his eyes revealed a hint of surprise, but he quickly regained his cold demeanor.
He murmured to himself, "The defenses of this Shuiyue Nunnery are indeed quite formidable."
Immediately, he slammed his feet on the arena floor and shouted, "Mystic Wind Gathering Spirit Array!" Centered on him, black spiritual energy patterns rapidly spread across the ground, forming a huge array pattern. A howling wind swept through the array, as if countless vengeful spirits were roaring within it.
Upon seeing the formation, Qinghe of Shuiyue Nunnery felt a chill run down her spine, and the sound of her flute became more urgent. She spun around in the air, her white gauze robes fluttering in the wind, like a fairy dancing gracefully.
"Water Moon Spirit Movement Spell!" As she chanted the spell, ripples of spiritual energy appeared around the jade flute, emanating towards the spirit gathering array below.
"This Mysterious Wind Gathering Spirit Array looks really powerful. Can Miss Qinghe break it?" Xu Xiaoxiao gripped Mu Zhusheng's arm tightly, her voice tinged with worry.
Mu Zhusheng gazed at the stage and slowly said, "Although this formation is strong, Qinghe's spirit-activating spell can also neutralize it. It all depends on who can out-consume spiritual energy."
Zhao Lin waved his folding fan in the formation, continuously injecting spiritual power into it, and shouted, "Miss Qinghe, take my Xuanfeng Nutao Strike!" In an instant, black spiritual power surged in the formation, sweeping towards Qinghe like a raging sea.
Qinghe's expression was solemn. She took a deep breath and concentrated all her spiritual power into the jade flute. The jade flute emitted a strong buzzing sound, "Water Moon Mirror Flower Shield!" A huge spiritual power shield appeared in front of her, the shield shimmering with light like water waves, blocking all the spiritual power waves.
"Wow, this shield is so beautiful, it looks just like real water!" Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but exclaim.
Yuan Mengyao continued, "It's not just about beauty; the spiritual energy it contains is extremely powerful. Qinghe has reached a very high level in compressing and shaping spiritual energy."
As the spiritual energy waves and the shield were locked in a stalemate, Zhao Lin suddenly leaped out of the spirit-gathering array, his figure as swift as lightning, and pounced towards Qing He. The folding fan in his hand transformed into a black longsword, "Mysterious Wind Breaking Array Sword!" He used the momentum of his charge to stab Qing He with the sword.
Seeing this, Qinghe quickly put away her shield and pointed her jade flute at Zhao Lin's longsword. "Water Moon Star Pointing Finger!" The jade flute and the longsword collided, making a crisp sound, and the two were locked in a stalemate in the air.
As the two remained locked in a stalemate in mid-air, Zhao Lin broke the silence first, his eyes revealing a resolute determination: "Miss Qinghe, I apologize!" With that, he abruptly withdrew his longsword, his body spinning rapidly in the air, his black robe fluttering like a black eagle.
At the same time, he continuously poured his spiritual energy into the folding fan sword, and the black light on the sword instantly intensified, with faint black flames flickering within.
"Mysterious Wind Annihilation Flame Blade!" he shouted, swinging his sword at Qinghe once more. This strike was several times more powerful than the previous one, and the air seemed to be torn apart by the sword wind, producing a sharp whistling sound.
Qinghe was startled, knowing full well the power of this move.
But she did not back down. Instead, she quickly adjusted her posture, held the jade flute horizontally in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and chanted incantations. At this moment, a soft white light emanated from her body, a light as pure and holy as moonlight, enveloping her entirely.
"Water Moon Zen Heart Protection!" This is the defensive secret technique of the Water Moon Nunnery, which can withstand extremely powerful attacks at critical moments.
The black flames clashed with the white shield, producing a deafening roar that shook the entire arena violently.
The audience members covered their ears, their faces filled with tension and shock.
"That attack was incredibly powerful. Can Miss Qinghe withstand it?"
Xu Xiaoxiao's face turned pale, and her voice trembled.
Mu Zhusheng frowned, staring intently at the stage: "This move consumes a great deal of spiritual energy from both sides. It remains to be seen who can hold out until the end."
After a brief stalemate, Qinghe gradually found herself at a disadvantage.
Large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and slid down her cheeks, soaking her white gauze dress.
Although Zhao Lin was also panting, his eyes remained firm.
Suddenly, Zhao Lin bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence onto the sword. The black flames on the sword instantly surged, unleashing a desperate move fueled by his own blood essence, its power instantly reaching its peak.
Qinghe's shield began to crack under this powerful attack, and her face turned as pale as paper.
"I can't lose!" Qinghe cried out in her heart. She tried to mobilize the last of her spiritual power to maintain the shield, but she was already powerless.
With a crisp cracking sound, the Water Moon Zen Heart Protection was shattered.
Qinghe flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.
Zhao Lin landed slowly. Although he had won, he was weak and knelt on one knee, panting heavily.
Upon seeing this, the referee immediately leaped onto the stage, checked on Qinghe's condition, and loudly announced: "In this match, Zhao Lin of Xuanfeng Pavilion wins!"