Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 14: Ascension Conference (3)

Lin Fan stood tall on the stage, and while the crowd below was too frightened to go on stage, he hurriedly and secretly practiced his skills and devoted himself to recovering his magic power.

He knew in his heart that although the fierce attack just now successfully calmed the situation, the consumption of magic power was also extremely alarming.

He slowly closed his eyes, held his breath and concentrated his mind. The spiritual energy in his body was like a lively stream, circulating back and forth along a specific meridian route.

Every time it completed a cycle, he could clearly feel that his almost exhausted magic power was replenished a little, just like the dry land receiving a refreshing rain.

However, the recovery speed is extremely slow. After all, the battle just now was too intense, and the consumed mana cannot be fully replenished in a short period of time.

After an unknown amount of time, someone in the audience finally came to their senses.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in this person's eyes, and he thought to himself: Lin Fan just launched such a powerful attack, and his magic power must have been consumed a huge amount. He might be in a weak state at this moment.

If I take this opportunity to challenge him, I might be able to defeat him in one fell swoop and successfully win a place in the Yellow Maple Valley.

Indeed, even though it was only a few short rounds of fighting, Lin Fan's mana had already been consumed by nearly two levels.

For ordinary monks, consuming two levels of mana may be enough to sustain the battle for a period of time.

But in this brutally competitive Ascension Conference, facing numerous opponents who are eyeing him covetously and ready to challenge him at any time, even a consumption of two levels of mana could very likely become a fatal weakness.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was a rare opportunity. He gritted his teeth, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he took a step and leaped onto the stage.

As soon as he landed, he shouted at Lin Fan, "Lin Fan, don't think that just because you scared everyone just now, you can get this spot! Humph, you must have used up a lot of your mana right now. I'm going to take advantage of your weakness today and kill you to take this spot!"

When Lin Fan heard this, he slowly opened his eyes, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he was secretly angry in his heart that someone was so ignorant of his own life.

At that moment, he clenched the Star-Breaking Sword in his hand and responded coldly: "Since you want to die, then I will grant your wish. Come on!"

After saying that, the two of them instantly entered a state of confrontation. The atmosphere of tension filled the ring again, and a new fierce battle was about to break out.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, staring intently at the stage, full of curiosity, wanting to see whether this ignorant challenger could shake Lin Fan's current position as the champion.

Lin Fan calmly took out a Soul-Returning Pill from his storage bag.

As soon as the pill appeared, it emitted a faint aura of spiritual power, and strands of spiritual energy lingered around it like a lively elf.

He swallowed the Huiling Pill without hesitation. In an instant, a warm spiritual power spread out from his abdomen, slowly flowing along his meridians, quickly replenishing his consumed magic power.

After his magic power recovered a little, Lin Fan looked indifferently at the man who rushed onto the stage without knowing the danger. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a mocking arc.

He said coldly: "Since you are looking for death, I will be kind enough to give you a ride, haha!" There was a strong sense of disdain and cruelty in his laughter, as if the person in front of him was already a dead person.

After hearing Lin Fan's words, the cultivator opposite him turned pale and angry.

He originally thought that he could take advantage of the opportunity when Lin Fan's mana was depleted, but he didn't expect Lin Fan to be so calm and look like he was sure of winning.

This made him feel that he was being looked down upon. He snorted coldly and said, "Stop talking nonsense. It's still uncertain who will win. Watch out!"

As he spoke, he quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. Spiritual energy surged around his body, and a flame ignited from his palm, instantly transforming into a huge firebird.

The firebird was covered in flames, emitting scorching heat, and the air around it was distorted by the heat.

The firebird let out a loud cry and pounced towards Lin Fan, leaving a charred trail wherever it passed, as if it wanted to swallow Lin Fan whole in the sea of ​​fire.

Seeing this, Lin Fan remained calm, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the magic formula in his hand changed. The Star-Breaking Sword flew up again and turned into several sword shadows in the air.

The spiritual power gathered above the sword shadow, forming a faint layer of ice-blue light curtain, which formed a sharp contrast with the blazing firebird, as if ice and fire were colliding here.

"Go!" Lin Fan shouted softly, and the sword shadow wrapped in icy power stabbed towards the firebird fiercely.

In an instant, ice and fire collided, making a sizzling sound, white water vapor rose up, and the entire arena was instantly covered by a white mist.

The people below the stage could only vaguely see the flickering spiritual light and two blurry figures in the mist. The battle situation became increasingly tense and fierce, which was very worrying.

The firebird was chopped hard by the Star-Breaking Sword and was instantly split into two halves. The blazing flames were extinguished with a "puff" sound and turned into a few wisps of green smoke that dissipated in the air.

However, the Star-Breaking Sword did not stop at all, and flew towards the man with an unstoppable momentum. Its speed was so fast that it was like a meteor across the sky, leaving the opponent no chance to breathe.

When this person saw this, his face changed drastically and his eyes were full of fear.

He never expected that his powerful Fire Bird Technique could be broken so easily by Lin Fan.

He didn't care about much at the moment, and hurriedly slapped his storage bag. A flash of inspiration passed through his mind, and he took out a high-level magic weapon from it.

This was a rather peculiarly shaped magical instrument, resembling a giant spinning top, crafted entirely from a strange, metallic material. It was inscribed with densely packed runes, each imbued with mysterious power, as if revealing an ancient secret.

Moreover, the edge of this gyroscope is polished to an extremely sharp point with comprehensive angles. Under the sunlight, it flashes a cold light. It is obvious that if you are hit by it, a large piece of flesh will be cut off. The lethality cannot be underestimated.

He hurriedly poured his spiritual power into the spinning top and shouted, "Go!"

The gyroscope suddenly began to spin rapidly, getting faster and faster, and finally turned into a stream of silver light, heading towards the flying Star-Breaking Sword.

With a loud "clang", the gyroscope and the Star-Breaking Sword collided fiercely, emitting dazzling sparks. A powerful spiritual power shock wave spread in all directions, and the arena was shaken slightly, as if it was experiencing a small earthquake.

Although the gyroscope magic weapon successfully blocked the fierce attack of the Star-Breaking Sword, it was also shocked and flew back, spinning in the air.

This person was shocked by the recoil force and retreated repeatedly. His face turned pale and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries and his body began to shake.

Lin Fan still stood firmly in the same place, but frowned slightly, and had some estimate of the defensive power of this high-level magic weapon in his mind.

He snorted coldly, and the magic spell in his hand changed. The Star-Breaking Sword adjusted its direction again and whizzed towards the monk who was still struggling to stabilize his body. His attack became more and more fierce, as if he would not stop until he killed this man with the sword, as if he wanted to completely wipe out his opponent from the arena.

"Ding Dong" sharp and piercing collision sounds rang out one after another. In this silent and tense atmosphere, it seemed as if a thrilling battle melody was played.

Every collision was accompanied by a violent fluctuation of spiritual power. The tremendous force, centered on the magic weapon, spread wildly in all directions, shaking the surrounding grass and trees. Shallow cracks appeared on the ground, as if the earth was trembling with this fierce battle.

I saw the gyroscope spinning rapidly in the air, with runes flashing around it and emitting a light blue halo, as if it was trying its best to resist the fierce attacks of the Star-Breaking Sword.

The Star-Breaking Sword shone with a cold light, and every time it was swung, it seemed to carry the vast power of the bright stars. The mysterious runes engraved on the sword shone even brighter, turning into sharp sword energy, slashing fiercely at the gyroscope artifact, trying to destroy it completely.

The two sides fought back and forth fiercely, but in the end, there was still a huge gap in strength.

After a while, under the powerful blow of the Star-Breaking Sword again, the gyroscope magic weapon made a "crunching" sound as if it could not bear the heavy burden, and the originally stable rotation began to become disordered.

Then, there was a crisp "swish" sound, as if solid ice broke, and a shocking crack instantly appeared on the gyroscope. The crack quickly spread and expanded, like a hideous spider web, covering the entire surface of the weapon, foreshadowing its imminent destruction.

There was a "swish" sound, which seemed particularly harsh in the silent arena, as if it was the sound of the god of death swinging his scythe mercilessly.

The gyroscope in this person's hand was ultimately unable to withstand the powerful force of the Star-Breaking Sword. Under the fierce attack of the Star-Breaking Sword, the runes engraved on the gyroscope shattered instantly, like fragile glass. Then the entire gyroscope was easily split in half, and the cut was extremely smooth, showing how sharp the Star-Breaking Sword was, as easy as cutting tofu.

As the magic weapon was broken, the defensive force released by the gyroscope also came to an abrupt stop. The air around it seemed to freeze for a moment, and then the Star-Breaking Sword continued to move forward and stabbed straight at the man.

He opened his eyes wide, filled with fear and despair. He wanted to dodge but it was too late. With a "puff", the Star-Breaking Sword pierced through his chest unhindered. Blood gushed out instantly and splashed onto the ring. The scene was extremely bloody, like a tragic Shura picture.

The man let out a gurgling sound from his throat, and tried weakly to grasp the Star-Breaking Sword that pierced his body with his hands, but it was in vain. After a moment, his eyes gradually dimmed, his body softened, and he fell to the ground along with the sword, completely dead, and his life came to an end at this moment.

Lin Fan waved his hand expressionlessly, and the blood on the Star-Breaking Sword was instantly shaken off and flew back into his hand.

He glanced at the audience with a cold gaze. At this moment, everyone in the audience was silent. The tragic and bloody scene just now made them more afraid of Lin Fan. No one dared to challenge him on stage anymore.

Lin Fan knew that although this ruthless method was cruel, it was the only way to maintain his hard-earned advantage in this brutal competition and obtain the spot to enter the Yellow Maple Valley.

He stood silently on the stage, alert to see if anyone else dared to go on stage rashly, while secretly practicing his skills to recover the magic power he had just consumed, waiting for the incense stick of time to pass so that he could secure this hard-earned spot and start his journey of cultivating immortals in Huangfeng Valley.

Everyone in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment. Some bravely shouted, "Don't be afraid of him! He must have used up too much mana. Come on, everyone! As long as we work together, we can wear him down in a round-robin battle. We can't let him take the Yellow Maple Valley spot so easily!"

But despite all the shouting, no one dared to actually take that step and step onto the stage.

Everyone looked at Lin Fan on the stage, his body covered in blood and his expression as cold as Shura. The fear in their hearts surged like a tide, and they couldn't suppress it no matter what.

In the last two battles, the strength and ruthless methods displayed by Lin Fan were so frightening that he left no chance for his opponent to survive. This meant that once he went on stage, he would be gambling with his own life.

Several monks who were eager to try took a few steps forward and saw the bloodstains that had not yet dried on the arena and the broken limbs and arms scattered all over the place. They suddenly felt their legs go weak and hurriedly retreated. Beads of sweat kept rolling down their foreheads, and their eyes were full of hesitation and fear, as if they were tightly bound by the shackles of fear.

Time passed minute by minute, and the audience remained dead silent. Occasionally, a few subdued discussions could be heard, all of which were lamenting Lin Fan's cruelty or guessing how much magic power he had left.

But no matter what, no one dared to take the risk and challenge this devil-like defender.

Lin Fan stood on the stage, quietly watching the reactions of the crowd below, secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

He knew that his intimidation had worked. As long as he held on for a while longer, once the incense stick of time was up, he would have secured the spot in Huangfeng Valley.

So, he held the Star-Breaking Sword tightly in his hand, and the spiritual power in his body surged slightly. He remained alert at all times, in case someone suddenly rushed onto the stage like a madman and ruined his upcoming victory.

The green smoke from the incense stick rose in the breeze and slowly dissipated, as if it was also witnessing this thrilling yet silent confrontation. The atmosphere around the entire arena was depressing to the extreme. Everyone was waiting for the final result to come, and the scales of fate were about to drop the final weight at this moment.

(End of this chapter)