binnovel Chapter 73 The Arena 1
Chapter 73 The Arena 1
Attracted by the commotion ahead, the crowd curiously walked towards the arena.
At this moment, the bustling crowd on the street seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, surging in the same direction and completely surrounding the arena.
Xu Xiaoxiao, like a nimble little squirrel, darted left and right through the gaps in the crowd, and finally managed to pull her senior brothers and sisters to the front of the arena.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity, and her face flushed slightly with emotion.
Standing on the platform was a young monk dressed in black robes. He was tall and straight, like a proud pine tree.
His eyes blazed with a fierce fighting spirit, like burning flames.
He crossed his arms and shouted, "Is there any fellow Daoist who would like to come up on stage and fight me? The winner will receive this spirit jade!"
The voice, like a booming bell, resounded around the arena, causing an uproar among the surrounding audience.
"Who is this black-robed cultivator? He looks incredibly powerful."
Xu Xiaoxiao stood on tiptoe, straining to see, and turned to ask a spectator next to her.
"He is Zhao Lin, a disciple of the Black Flame Sect. He is at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. I've heard that he is quite skilled in swordsmanship and has an extremely warlike personality. He has already won several matches in a row on this arena," an old man said slowly, stroking his beard.
"Oh? Has anyone gone up to challenge him?" Xu Xiaoxiao continued to ask.
"Yes, there are, but they all failed. Zhao Lin's Black Flame Sword Technique is too fierce; ordinary people can hardly withstand it." The old man shook his head, a hint of regret in his eyes.
Just as everyone was discussing this, a white-robed cultivator floated up.
His face was cold and stern, as if sculpted from ice and snow. In his hand he held a soft sword that gleamed with a cold light. The blade trembled slightly, as if responding to its master's fighting spirit.
"I am Lin Yu, a disciple of Qingfeng Temple, and I have come here to seek your guidance." The white-robed cultivator bowed slightly, his voice cold and clear.
"Haha, well done!" Zhao Lin shouted, instantly drawing his longsword from his waist. Black flames surged from the sword, licking the blade and radiating a scorching heat.
The competition officially began, and Zhao Lin launched the first attack. His figure was as fast as lightning, leaving a trail of black afterimages as he rushed towards Lin Yu like a black lightning bolt.
With a wave of his longsword, black flames transformed into several fiery dragons, baring their fangs and claws as they pounced towards Lin Yu.
Wherever the Fiery Dragon passed, the air was scorched and distorted, emitting a "sizzling" sound.
Lin Yu remained calm and unhurried. With a light touch of his feet, his body floated backward like a feather.
At the same time, he flicked his soft sword, and a layer of white cold light appeared on the blade. The cold light was like a layer of ice curtain, blocking the flames one by one.
Ice and fire collided, producing a crackling sound and scattering countless sparks of spiritual energy.
"These two are amazing! Their swordsmanship is truly exquisite." Xu Xiaoxiao watched intently, holding the senior brother doll in one arm and tightly gripping Mu Zhusheng's sleeve with the other, and said excitedly.
"Hmm, Zhao Lin's Black Flame Sword Technique is fierce and domineering, while Lin Yu's Gentle Breeze Sword Technique is agile and graceful; each has its own merits."
Mu Zhusheng nodded slightly, her eyes focused on the competition on the stage. At the same time, she reminded her junior brothers and sisters, "Watch carefully. They have a lot to learn from each other in terms of swordsmanship, control of spiritual power, and rhythm of the battle."
"Yes, Senior Brother Mu," everyone responded in unison, their eyes fixed on the stage.
Seeing that Yanlong was blocked, Zhao Lin launched an even fiercer attack. He leaped high into the air, spinning his body and brandishing his longsword to create a huge black sword circle. Within the sword circle, flames surged and roared, like a small black sun.
Then, he slammed the sword ring down towards Lin Yu, shouting, "Black Flame Annihilates the World!"
Lin Yu's expression hardened. He took a deep breath and continuously poured his spiritual energy into the soft sword.
The soft sword instantly grew several feet in length. He gripped the hilt with both hands and swung it forcefully towards the black sword circle, chanting, "Clear wind breaks through the clouds!" A huge white sword aura, like a rainbow piercing the sun, rushed towards the black sword circle.
The two collided again, producing a deafening roar, and a powerful shockwave of spiritual energy spread outwards.
The audience members quickly put up shields to avoid being affected.
Xu Xiaoxiao was also safe and sound under Mu Zhusheng's protection, but her eyes were still filled with shock and amazement.
With a light touch of his toes, the white-robed cultivator Lin Yu gracefully landed on the arena, his robes fluttering, as elegant as a celestial being descending to earth.
He stood tall and straight, with a cold and stern face, and his eyes were as deep as the abyss of stars, as if he could see through every flaw in his opponent.
The soft sword in his hand was like a nimble white snake, trembling slightly and exuding a chilling sword aura.
When Zhao Lin saw his opponent enter the arena, a carefree smile appeared on his lips, and his fighting spirit intensified, like a beast about to be unleashed.
"Haha, kid from Qingfeng Temple, I hope you can last a few more moves!" With that, he stomped his foot, and cracks appeared on the arena floor. He shot out like an arrow.
Its speed was so fast that it left only a blurry black shadow.
The longsword in his hand was instantly enveloped in black flames, which leaped and tumbled like the fangs of a demon, emitting a chilling howl.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Lin had already closed in on Lin Yu. He swung his longsword, and the black flames instantly transformed into several ferocious fire dragons. The scales on the fire dragons were clearly visible, each one shimmering with a blazing light. They twisted their bodies and pounced on Lin Yu with an aura of destruction.
The surrounding air was instantly ignited by the high temperature, emitting a sizzling sound, and waves of heat rolled in, hitting the audience below the stage, who could feel the oppressive heat.
Lin Yu remained unfazed; his gaze was as calm as an ice lake, without a ripple.
Just as the Fiery Dragon was about to touch him, he gently turned to the side, like a gentle breeze, skillfully avoiding the Fiery Dragon's head-on impact.
At the same time, the soft sword in his hand spun rapidly in his palm like a serpent emerging from its hole, causing the blade to trace a graceful arc. The white, cold light emanating from the blade instantly condensed into a layer of crystal-clear ice.
Above the ice curtain, a chilling aura swirled, as if countless tiny ice blades were weaving through it.
The Fiery Dragon crashed into the ice curtain, producing a deafening roar. Black flames and white frost intertwined and devoured each other, and for a moment, the arena was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.
"The swordsmanship of Qingfeng Temple is indeed exquisite, able to so easily neutralize the fierce attack of the Black Flame Sect," an old man below the stage exclaimed, stroking his beard.
"Hmph, it was just luck. Senior Brother Zhao Lin will definitely not let this go." A disciple of the Black Flame Sect retorted indignantly.
Zhao Lin missed his first attack, but he was not discouraged. Instead, it fueled his fighting spirit even more.
He roared, his voice like thunder, which made the arena tremble slightly.
Then, he used a strange movement technique, leaving a series of afterimages in his place, making it difficult for people to distinguish between the real and the fake.
The real body moved like a ghost among these afterimages, constantly changing its attack angles, and the black flames on the longsword in its hand grew increasingly intense, flowing like ink on the blade.
"Black Flame Dance!" Zhao Lin shouted, his longsword drawing countless complex sword marks in the air, each sword mark trailing a long black flame tail. These flame tails intertwined and merged, instantly forming a huge black flame storm.
At the eye of the storm, the suction was incredible, as if it would pull everything in and crush it to dust.
Lin Yu frowned slightly, knowing full well the power of this move.
He dared not be negligent in the slightest and quickly circulated his spiritual power to the fullest extent, continuously injecting it into the soft sword through his meridians.
Sensing the powerful spiritual energy of its master, the soft sword emitted a series of humming sounds, and its blade shone brightly. The originally soft blade had now become straight and hard.
He gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, raised it high, and then swung it down sharply, chanting, "Gentle breeze breaks through the clouds!"
A massive white sword aura, like a colossal sword capable of splitting the heavens and earth, erupted from the tip of the sword.
Wherever the sword energy passed, space seemed to be torn apart, making a "crackling" sound.
The white sword energy collided head-on with the black flame storm. In an instant, the entire arena was enveloped in dazzling light, within which spiritual energy overflowed, spreading outwards like a surging tide.
The audience members below the stage quickly raised their shields, and some disciples with weaker cultivation levels were even forced to retreat by the powerful impact.