Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 189: Competition
Everyone waited for about half an hour, and then they saw a beam of light shooting out from a distance, landing in the center of the open space, revealing Luo Jin's figure. In an instant, all the noisy sounds in the entire venue immediately became much quieter.

"The competition among the sects begins now."

Luo Jin didn't exchange any polite greetings. He went straight to the point and got straight to the point. His voice rolled out with spiritual power and fell clearly into the ears of everyone in the venue.

"I announce the following rules. The competition will be conducted in pairs. The one who leaves the barbed wire will be deemed the loser. The one who voluntarily admits defeat will be deemed the loser."

"The winner will advance to the next round, and the loser will be eliminated directly."

"This competition is primarily for the purpose of exchanging skills and comparing skills. We do not encourage the taking of lives. We hope everyone will stop when necessary and avoid damaging the relationship. Unexpected situations are inevitable during a competition. Once you enter the competition stage, regardless of life or death, our sect will not be responsible for anything that happens."

"If one contestant surrenders, the other contestant may not attack again. Anyone who intentionally kills another will have their contest results disqualified."

"When the winner is decided, or one of the parties concedes defeat, the referee will intervene."

"Participants can say the word 'surrender' or, in an emergency, can put their hands over their heads, which is also considered as surrender."

"The competition is a test of true talent and knowledge. No external forces are allowed. This includes talismans, magical instruments, spirit beasts, etc."

"Today is the first round of competition. Participants from all sects, please come here and draw your corresponding number plates to determine your order of appearance."

"Master, I'm going." George Lam stood up and said.

"Brother Zixiang, be careful and don't put too much pressure on yourself. The most important thing is safety. It doesn't matter whether you get a ranking in the competition or not." Song Xian couldn't help but feel worried when he heard Luo Jinyan said he didn't care about life or death, so he gave instructions.

If we sacrifice the strongest fighter of our sect, George Lam, for a competition, it would be totally unprofitable.

"I know, I will do my best." Lin Zixiang responded, then took out a flying magic weapon from his storage bag, drove the flying magic weapon, and flew to the center of the venue. Other people from various sects also arrived one after another.

Everyone took their number plates from Luo Jin one after another, and then everyone dispersed, leaving only George Lam and another thin man in the venue.

"Junior Brother Lin hasn't come back yet. Could it be that he was drawn for the first competition?" Zhong Wenyuan frowned immediately when he saw that Alan Lam had been staying in the venue and Luo Jin was saying something to the two of them.

"It seems to be true. Look, the two of them have already clasped their fists."

As they were talking, the two men in the venue had already clasped their fists to each other, and then each retreated twenty or thirty feet.

"He is a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Senior Brother Zixiang should have a higher chance of winning." Song Xian looked at the two people in the venue. The thin man belonged to a casual cultivator force in Bianshang Town. He had the cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Refining and had three spiritual roots.

The chances of winning against Lin Zixiang, a dual-spiritual root cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, are obviously slim.

The use of external force is not allowed during the competition. The competition is simply a test of the amount of spiritual power and the mastery of magic techniques.

Lin Zixiang's dual spiritual roots are a natural advantage. His magic consumes less spiritual energy than the opponent. In addition, his cultivation is better than the opponent. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to win.

As Luo Jin lowered his raised hand, the two sides immediately started fighting.

George Lam took the initiative to approach the other party, and the two put their hands together. Golden light flashed all over his body, and dense golden light swam on his body, covering his entire body.

He was covered in golden armor, holding a golden spear, looking very majestic. This was a high-level magic in the gold system, the Golden Armor Magic.

When you perform this technique, it is like wearing a suit of armor that is impervious to swords and spears.

Seeing him approaching, the thin man stepped back, clasped his hands together and slapped the ground. Countless huge trees crisscrossed out, connected and entwined, and in an instant condensed into a giant more than two meters tall.

The wooden giant walked towards Alan Tam, holding a shield in one hand and a wooden staff in the other.

With a loud bang, George Lam fired a shot, which was blocked by the wooden giant's shield. At the same time, the wooden stick in his other hand also struck down.

The huge wooden stick hit Lin Zixiang's body hard, and the sound of metal clashing was heard.

George Lam stood still, taking the blow from the wooden man without any reaction, only the golden armor on his head shook slightly.

The golden spear in his hand burst out with dazzling light, and with a slight click, a crack appeared on the shield in the wooden man's hand, and Lin Zixiang thrust his gun forward.

The shield shattered with a sound, and the golden spear pierced through the wooden man's body like a dragon, piercing a big hole.

If it was a cultivator, this blow would have killed him, but the wooden man showed no abnormality. He held the wooden stick and smashed it down hard. Huge trees kept growing out of his body and wrapped around the golden spear that pierced his body.

Amid the sound of metal clashing, the armor on Lin Zixiang's head had already deformed a little. The golden spear in his hand emitted a dazzling golden light, and all the entangled giant trees broke one after another.

George Lam let out a soft shout, and in an instant, several golden spears appeared and pierced into the wooden man's body at the same time.

The golden spear in his hand was like a swimming dragon, constantly piercing into the wooden man's body, and the wooden stick in the wooden man's hand kept falling and hitting his head.

The two men engaged in the most primitive and brutal hand-to-hand combat, with the sound of metal clashing against stone continuing to be heard.

Everyone watched with bated breath, and Song Xian was even more frightened, not daring to breathe deeply. A cultivator can exert great strength with the help of spiritual power, but his body is not much different from that of an ordinary person. If he was hit by a hammer, his head would still be broken and bleeding.

The reason why George Lam was able to withstand the blow from the huge wooden stick was because he had an invulnerable golden armor around his body, and the armor on his head protected his head.

But as the wooden stick kept hitting down, the armor was becoming more and more deformed. If it broke, and the wooden stick hit the head directly, it would be terrible and would definitely smash the head to pieces.

The two sides on the field continued to fight with bayonets. Lin Zixiang's spear was so powerful that it had poked dozens of big holes in the wooden man.

Giant trees continued to grow inside the wooden man's body, but their growth rate could not keep up with the speed of the golden spear piercing into him.

The entire upper body of the wooden man, including the chest and abdomen, had basically been turned into a hollow shell by the golden spear.

With a loud shout, the golden spear in his hand suddenly shone brightly and grew several times larger, directly bursting the wooden man from the inside.

The wooden man finally fell to the ground with a loud bang, and his body was dismembered into pieces of wood.

"Okay." Yu Lian shouted, and Song Xian also breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid to breathe just now, for fear that the wooden stick would smash the head and smash Lin Zixiang's head. If that happened, the loss would be too great.

George Lam is the sect’s hope for building its foundation. His future and importance to the sect are limitless.

"Junior Brother Zixiang's golden armor technique should have been perfected, otherwise there would be real suspense." Zhong Wenyuan raised his brows slightly and spoke.

"Junior Brother Lin is really capable. The wooden man condensed by the opponent is already difficult enough. If it were me, I would be no match at all. I thought Senior Brother Lin could win easily, but I didn't expect it to be so thrilling from the beginning. It shows that there are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this competition." Lin Quan said.

While everyone was talking, the situation on the field changed again. The thin man was controlling the wooden man and could not focus on two things at the same time and launch other attacks.

At this time, the wooden man fell down and disintegrated. The thin man immediately jumped back and put his hands together. He saw a row of black vines with thorns emerging from the ground and wrapping around Lin Zixiang's body in circles.

This is the high-level wood-based magic, the thorn barb.

Golden light surged around George Lam, and the originally deformed golden helmet returned to normal after the golden light gathered.

Seeing the black vines coming towards him, the golden spear in his hand burst into light and immediately turned into several phantoms, stabbing at the thick black vines from different directions.

"It seems the winner has been decided." Zhong Wenyuan said in the stands. He himself also possessed a wood-attributed spiritual root and also mastered the method of using thorns and barbs, so he naturally knew more about it.

Song Xian nodded in agreement. Among the five elements, wood-attributed spells were countered by metal-attributed spells, and metal-attributed spells were more effective against wood-attributed spells.

The opponent used wood magic to condense a wooden man to deal with the golden armor magic from the very beginning. This only means that this wooden man is the strongest magic mastered by the opponent. Otherwise, there is no reason for him to face the challenge and use wood magic to deal with gold magic.

It should be noted that this man possesses three spiritual roots, including the fire attribute that restrains the gold attribute.

But he did not use fire-attribute magic against the enemy, but chose to use wood-attribute magic.

Of course, in the battle just now, it was indeed evident that his wooden man was extremely powerful.

But after the wooden man fell down, he still used the wood-attributed thorn barbs, which can only mean one thing: this person has run out of ideas!
It must be that the magic of other attributes has not been practiced to the fullest, so it cannot be used. All it can do is to use the wood-attribute magic that is restrained against it to fight the enemy.

Now that it has come to this, there is naturally no chance of winning.

On the field, George Lam's golden spear had cut off the entangled black vines one by one.

The thin man put his hands together again, forming a fire cloud ball about ten feet in size. This was the Fire Cloud Technique, a mid-level fire-attribute technique.

After two high-level wood-attribute spells were successively defeated, the man finally used the Fire Cloud Spell, a fire-attribute spell that could restrain the gold-attribute spell.

Although this technique has been cultivated to the stage of great success, it is still an intermediate technique after all, and its power is far inferior to the previous two techniques.

Seeing the cloud of fire approaching, George Lam still just held the spear to meet it.

The fire cloud instantly enveloped him, and the raging flames burned the golden armor around him. Lin Zixiang's spear shone brightly and kept stabbing in all directions.

The golden light and flames complemented each other and lasted for a long time. Then the cloud of flames was chopped into pieces by the golden spear and turned into pieces of fireworks that fell to the ground.

The golden armor around George Lam was also deformed under the huge flame attack, but the golden light surged and condensed, and it returned to its original state.

The armor condensed by this golden armor technique will return to its original state as long as spiritual power flows into it again, as long as it is not completely destroyed by a single blow.

Among the five elements, the power of gold is inherently stronger than that of several other spells, not to mention the high-level gold spells that are at the great perfection level.

"I give up." Seeing this, the thin man raised his hands in surrender.

His strongest wood-based magic was restrained by the opponent, and his fire-based magic that could restrain the opponent was not well-cultivated, so he could not break the opponent's golden armor. Continuing to fight would only be a waste of time and spiritual energy.

Luo Jin flashed up to the two men and announced the result of the competition. The two men clasped their fists to each other and left.

"Senior Brother Lin is amazing."

"Senior Brother Lin's Golden Armor Technique is truly invincible."

"With Senior Brother Lin's strength, he's at least a top ten prospect, and winning the championship isn't impossible."

George Lam returned to the people of Hunyuan Sect, and they all praised his performance.

"Brother Zixiang, you've worked hard. When does the next competition begin?"

Lin Zixiang said calmly, "I have card number two. In the first round tomorrow, I will compete with the winner of cards number three and four."

"Brother Zixiang must be tired after the battle. Why don't you go back and rest?"

"No need. I'll stay and watch the others compete. This will help me get to know my opponents better, which will be helpful for future competitions."

"That's true."

"Senior Brother Lin, you won beautifully. I bet ten spirit stones on you just now, and now you have made a profit of six." A disciple came over and said with a smile.

"We would have bet if we had known."

"Brother Lin's performance just now was amazing. The odds on Brother Lin winning the championship are already at 1 to 7. If you bet 10, you'll get 70 spirit stones!"

"Have you placed your bet yet?"

"Not yet, I have to see how others are doing first!"

"I'll go take a look too." Two more disciples smiled and walked towards the gambling table set up by the Luoyun Sect disciples on the high platform.

At this time, No. 3 and No. 4 have already entered the scene.

Song Xian looked around and saw a familiar figure approaching from a distance. He looked closely and saw it was Su Zhirou. He quickly stood up and went to greet her, holding her hand. Seeing that no one was around, he whispered, "What took you so long? If you don't come back soon, I'll go look for you."

"Sister Ling'er wouldn't let me go. I only sat in the room for a while, but I was afraid my husband would wait too long, so I came back."

"What did you talk about?"

"Nothing, just some trivial things. She's curious about what we've been doing since we got married."

"Why is she asking these questions? She's worried that you'll suffer a loss!"

Su Zhirou rolled her eyes, checked that there was no one around, and whispered, "She asked us those questions."

"Those things? What things?"

"Just those things!" Su Zhirou pinched him shyly.

Song Xian's eyes widened instantly in surprise. He never expected that Xiao Ling, who looked like a capable woman, was so gossipy.

"You won't tell her, will you?" Even though Song Xian was thick-skinned, he was a little panicked at this moment. The postures they had tried in the past month were more exciting than erotic pictures.

"What can I say? She will be laughed to death and won't be able to hold her head up again." Su Zhirou glanced at him coquettishly.

"That's good. I'm afraid you women have no taboos when it comes to talking to each other." Song Xian breathed a sigh of relief, but still couldn't believe it: "She's so gossipy? What on earth is she thinking? Why would she ask those questions?"

"She said I've changed a lot compared to before and was curious about what I've been through."

"Then there's no need to ask those questions." Song Xian still couldn't understand, and came to his senses: "You didn't talk about these things often before!"

“Not much.”

"We didn't talk about it much, which means we did talk about it." Song Xian was speechless: "Why are you all like this? None of you are serious. What did you talk about specifically? How did you say it?"

"Husband, do you really want to know?"

"Let's talk about it when we get back." Song Xian took her hand and returned to their seats.

The contestants from each sect came on stage one by one. There were indeed many masters among them, and some of them had exquisite magic spells, which made Lin Zixiang frown.

(End of this chapter)