Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 15: Ascension Conference (4)

Time is like the sand in an hourglass, passing slowly under the gaze of everyone.

At the critical moment when the incense stick was about to burn out, the people in the audience were still hesitating and watching, hoping for luck but also full of fear.

Among the crowd, there was a brave cultivator at the thirteenth level of Qi training. He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet hard, and resolutely stepped onto the stage.

As soon as this monk appeared, he instantly attracted everyone's attention.

He had an extremely wretched appearance, with eyes the size of green beans that kept rolling around. His eyes seemed to contain countless calculations, like a cunning fox planning to steal a chicken.

There is always a subtle sly smile on the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.

Looking at his stature again, he was very short. When he stood there, he was much shorter than the average person, but his body was very sturdy, revealing a unique kind of toughness, like an inconspicuous but powerful pebble.

He was wearing a slightly shabby robe, but it was covered with small bits and pieces, which was very eye-catching.

Several small bells of strange designs made crisp yet disturbing tinkling sounds as he walked, as if playing a chaotic melody.

There are also several bulging small bags on his waist. I wonder what strange things are inside them. From the outside, those bags look so bulging that they seem like they will burst at any time, giving people a feeling of mystery and curiosity.

The overall look is like a walking grocery store, exuding a strange atmosphere.

As soon as he came on stage, he first bowed to Lin Fan hypocritically, with a flattering smile on his face. That smile was like a thick layer of oil, which made people feel sick.

Then, he said in a shrill voice, "Hey, Brother Lin, I've heard so much about you! I'm really eager for a spot in the Yellow Maple Valley, so even though I know you're so powerful, I still dared to come up and try my luck. I hope you'll show some mercy and spare my life, haha!"

As he spoke, he kept rubbing his hands together. Anyone who saw him would think that he had evil intentions and no good purpose.

Lin Fan's brows instantly twisted into the shape of a "川" character, and his first impression of this person was extremely bad.

However, he didn't let his guard down and replied coldly, "Hmph, once you're on this stage, life and death are determined by fate. I won't show any mercy. If you're afraid, it's not too late to get off now."

The short monk's smile froze upon hearing this, as if frozen, but soon returned to normal, still grinning as he said, "Ah, Brother Lin, what are you saying? Now that I'm up here, there's no reason for me to go back down. Then I'm going to make a fool of myself!"

After saying that, he slapped his hands on the storage bag at his waist, preparing to take out the magic weapon. It seemed that a new contest was about to begin.

Lin Fan's face instantly turned pale with rage, and he cursed inwardly, "Damn it! Why didn't he come up just when the incense stick was about to end? He's just here to cause trouble!"

His eyes were full of anger. He had originally thought that he could get through this last bit of time smoothly and secure a place in Huangfeng Valley, but he had not expected such a Cheng Yaojin to appear at this critical juncture. It was like a huge rock was suddenly thrown into a calm lake, shattering all his beautiful plans.

But now that things have come to this, Lin Fan knows that getting angry will be of no use.

At that moment, he suppressed the anger in his heart and gripped the Star-Breaking Sword even tighter, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His eyes were as cold as the water in a cold pond. He stared at the short monk in front of him with a wretched face and snorted coldly, "Hmph, since you insist on coming here to die, then I will grant your wish. But don't expect me to show mercy. If you lose your life later, you can't blame anyone else!"

The short monk seemed oblivious to the harsh threat in Lin Fan's words, and continued with a playful smile, "Hey, Brother Lin, don't be angry. I just wanted to test my skills. Maybe I can even get lucky and beat Brother Lin and take the spot, haha!"

As he spoke, he finally took out his magic weapon from the storage bag. It was a pair of short blades emitting a faint light.

The blade was covered with obscure runes. Those runes were like ancient spells. As they flashed, a faint chilling aura emanated from them, making people shudder. One could tell at a glance that this was no ordinary thing and that it must be holding a secret.

Seeing this, Lin Fan didn't waste any more words and directly mobilized the remaining magic power in his body, pouring it into the Star-Breaking Sword like a surging tide.

He was determined to make a quick decision and get rid of this troublesome guy as soon as possible in this final time. He must not let the quota he got slip away in vain. After all, this quota carried too many of his expectations and dreams.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the ring became tense again, as if the air was frozen, making it difficult to breathe.

The two men confronted each other, and spiritual power slowly surged in the air, like an invisible undercurrent, as if a fierce collision that would shock the world and make ghosts weep was about to erupt in the next second.

Everyone in the audience was extremely nervous, not daring to breathe. They stared at the stage intently, full of curiosity, wanting to see who would win the final showdown. Would Lin Fan be able to successfully hold on to his spot, or would this short monk be able to create a miracle?

I saw the short monk holding a pair of short blades with dim light. His body was as agile as a ghost, moving back and forth on the ring at a speed that was dazzling.

He was muttering to himself as if chanting an ancient spell, and one after another five-element spells were cast from his hands.

Sometimes it turned into a raging fire, the flames were extremely hot, like the fire of hell, sweeping towards Lin Fan, and the air was distorted and deformed wherever it passed, as if the space was about to melt.

From time to time, huge waves would surge up, like a roaring water dragon, rushing towards Lin Fan with bared fangs and claws, trying to drown him in the endless ocean.

Sometimes it summoned sharp earth spikes that broke out of the ground, like sharp blades, pointing directly at Lin Fan's vital points. The attack was fierce and changeable, making it impossible to defend against it. It was like an invisible net that tightly enveloped Lin Fan.

Lin Fan had indeed not expected that this seemingly wretched and funny fellow actually had such abilities, especially the pair of short blades in his hands, which turned out to be exquisite top-grade magical weapons. Every time he swung them, they could bring up a powerful fluctuation of spiritual power. When combined with those five elements spells, the power was not to be underestimated.

For a moment, Lin Fan was in a difficult situation. There was nothing he could do about him. The two of them were locked in a stalemate, like two equally matched beasts locked in a tangle, neither of them easily victorious. Lin Fan was secretly anxious. If this dragged on, his mana would be depleted, and who knew how many fierce battles lay ahead. The situation was extremely unfavorable to him, like sailing against the current: if he didn't advance, he would retreat.

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed, and he made a prompt decision. He patted his storage bag and took out several primary and intermediate level talismans.

As soon as these talismans appeared, they flashed with a faint spiritual light. The runes drawn on them were complex and mysterious, like ancient codes waiting to be cracked.

Lin Fan activated the talismans without hesitation and shouted, "Go!" The talismans instantly turned into several streams of light and flew towards the short monk like arrows.

One of the talismans turned into a dazzling bolt of lightning, and with a "crack", it was like a silver snake cutting through the sky, with crackling electric light, it struck the opponent fiercely. The powerful force of lightning was enough to instantly make a person burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and the air was filled with a burnt smell.

Another talisman released a biting cold wind, and as the wind whistled, countless sharp ice cones condensed and shot towards the monk densely, as if an ice rain was coming, trying to pierce him completely. The ice cones collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

The other talismans also displayed different powers. Some turned into a cloud of mist, which was as thick as ink, trying to interfere with the opponent's vision and make him lose his way.

Some of them ignited strange flames, which emitted strange high temperatures and surrounded the monk from different directions, as if they wanted to swallow him up in this strange sea of ​​fire.

When the short monk saw this, his face suddenly turned pale, like a piece of white paper.

He didn't expect that Lin Fan had such a method, so he didn't dare to be careless. He hurriedly waved the short blade in his hand and tried his best to deal with the flying talisman attack.

For a moment, he was in a panic. His originally relaxed state was completely broken. He was like a headless fly, flying around in panic.

Lin Fan seized the opportunity and pursued the opponent, not giving the short monk any chance to breathe.

As he controlled the Star-Breaking Sword, he continuously poured spiritual power into it, causing the Star-Breaking Sword to shine brightly. The runes on the sword flickered like stars, transforming into sharp sword shadows that whizzed towards the short monk.

The sword shadows crisscrossed, weaving into an impenetrable sword net, which continuously compressed the opponent's movement space, making it impossible for the pair of top-grade short blades in his hands to exert their power freely, and difficult to gather spiritual power for an effective counterattack. He could only parry, struggling in the sword net like a trapped beast.

At the same time, Lin Fan reached into the storage bag with his other hand and took out several primary and intermediate level talismans.

These talismans were quickly activated in his hands, turning into streams of light and flying towards the monk who was being forced into a panic by the Star-Breaking Sword.

A talisman turned into a surging earth wave, carrying heavy spiritual power, and pressed towards the opponent like a collapsing mountain. Wherever it passed, deep grooves were pressed into the ground of the arena, and the ground made a dull sound.

Another talisman released a violent golden force, which instantly condensed into countless sharp golden needles. The golden needles flashed coldly in the sunlight and shot towards the monk like a golden rainstorm. Each golden needle contained a strong penetrating power. If hit, the monk would probably be turned into a hedgehog in an instant.

Another talisman ignited a ghostly green fire, which jumped and emitted a strange aura. It lingered around the monk, constantly burning his spiritual defenses, trying to break through the defenses and invade his body. The air was filled with a strange smell.

The short monk had lost his initial composure. His face was filled with fear and panic, and his eyes were as big as copper bells.

He desperately swung his short blade, trying to dispel the approaching sword shadows and talisman attacks, shouting, "You...you, you are so cruel! I...I will fight you!"

But his voice began to tremble with fear, and his resistance seemed increasingly weak. Under Lin Fan's wave after wave of fierce attacks, he was already in a desperate situation. It seemed that it was only a matter of time before he was defeated. He was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Seeing that this short monk still had the strength to resist in such a situation, Lin Fan snorted in his heart, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.

At that moment, he reached into the storage bag again without hesitation and took out several primary and intermediate level talismans.

As the spiritual power surged in his hands, these talismans were instantly activated and transformed into streams of light containing powerful spiritual power, which smashed fiercely towards the already embarrassed monk.

I saw a talisman turned into a blazing sea of ​​fire. The flame was a strange purple-red color and the temperature was extremely high. Even the air was burned and made a "sizzling" sound wherever it passed. In an instant, the monk's retreat was completely cut off, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.

Another talisman released a series of thick wooden vines. The vines twisted wildly like living things and quickly wrapped around the monk. They were covered with sharp barbs. Once wrapped around, the barbs would penetrate deeply into the skin, preventing the monk from breaking free. The friction between the vines made a rustling sound.

Another talisman triggered a powerful force of water, transforming into a water curtain like a waterfall. The water curtain contained tremendous spiritual power, and it rushed towards the monk with an overwhelming force, as if to crush him completely. Under this powerful impact, the sound of the water curtain was deafening.

The short monk was already unable to take care of himself at this moment. Facing this new wave of overwhelming talisman attacks, he widened his eyes, his eyes full of despair and fear. He wanted to hide but there was nowhere to hide, and he wanted to resist but he was powerless.

There was a loud "bang" and several different spells fell on him at the same time. The powerful spiritual power collided and exploded with each other, instantly submerging him in a brilliant and deadly light.

When the light faded, the bloody smell above the ring was like a thick fog that materialized, pungent and nauseating.

The originally smooth table surface was now littered with countless body parts, a shocking sight.

Broken arms and limbs were crisscrossed in all directions, some still tightly grasping weapons, their knuckles white from the struggle before death.

Minced meat and internal organs were scattered on the ground, and blood was flowing, dyeing the ring a glaring crimson. The sticky blood gathered into pools of blood, which sparkled with a strange luster under the sunlight.

Lin Fan stood there expressionlessly, the Star-Breaking Sword in his hand trembling slightly, as if he was also excited about the fierce battle that had just taken place.

He glanced coldly at the audience. At this moment, everyone in the audience was silent as a mouse, and there was nothing but fear in their eyes when they looked at him. No one dared to think of going on stage to challenge him anymore.

(End of this chapter)