Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 17: Ascension Conference (6)

Lin Fan's eyes suddenly focused, and there was no time for hesitation at this moment. He used all his strength to mobilize the magic power in his body, pouring it towards the Star-Breaking Sword and the Hunyuan Shield like a surging torrent.

In an instant, the light of the Star-Breaking Sword burst out, and the already shining spiritual light was now as bright as the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, dazzling and dazzling.

The runes engraved on the sword seemed to be infused with a living soul, each one jumping and flashing, releasing powerful and heart-pounding spiritual power fluctuations.

Around the sword body, sword energy crisscrossed, as if it was about to break through the sky. The biting sword energy made the surrounding air drop to freezing point in an instant, as if the bitter cold of the winter twelfth lunar month instantly enveloped it.

The Hunyuan Shield, with the infusion of magic power, also demonstrates extraordinary defensive power.

Above the shield, a soft halo slowly emerged. As the halo flowed, those complex runes were cleverly combined, like a series of mysterious formations, constantly strengthening the shield's defensive power.

The Hunyuan Shield, which was already thick and solid, now gave people a feeling of being as solid as a rock and unbreakable, as if any attack in the world falling on it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and could not hurt it at all.

After a short rest and recovery on the ring, Lin Fan still had at least 80% of his magic power remaining in his body, which undoubtedly gave him confidence.

He controlled the two magical weapons and attacked the middle-aged man's flying sword and shield like a tiger descending from the mountain.

In a flash, the two magical weapons collided violently in the air, and a deafening sound exploded, just like thunder exploding in everyone's ears.

Spiritual energy flashed everywhere, and the Star-Breaking Sword, wrapped in sharp sword energy, stabbed at the middle-aged man's flying sword like a dragon emerging from the sea.

With every collision, dazzling sparks burst out, and the surrounding air was distorted by the heat as sparks flew everywhere, as if the entire space was twisting and collapsing under the powerful impact.

The Hunyuan Shield collided heavily with the opponent's defensive shield, and layer upon layer of spiritual power ripples spread out like ripples with the impact point as the center.

The entire arena trembled slightly under this powerful impact, as if it could not bear the weight and would fall apart in the next second.

Lin Fan and the middle-aged man both had serious expressions on their faces. Both sides knew in their hearts that the other's strength was no ordinary person. This initial collision was just a mutual test, and the real fierce competition was still to come.

While the two controlled their magical weapons in the air and engaged in fierce combat, they secretly gathered their magic power, gathering strength and preparing to unleash even more formidable killing moves. They both longed to gain the upper hand as quickly as possible and win the final victory in this crucial duel concerning the Huangfeng Valley's spot.

The people in the audience were stunned and dared not breathe. They had never seen such a fierce and shocking scene of the collision of magical weapons.

Everyone stared at the ring with their eyes wide open, afraid of missing any exciting moment, as if they were deeply attracted by the battle and their souls were locked tightly.

The two magical weapons fought back and forth in the air for several rounds in a row. For a while, it was difficult to determine the winner. Neither side could gain the upper hand, let alone determine the winner.

In that scene, sword shadows flickered and intertwined, shields shone brightly, and the light bursting out from the collision of spiritual power illuminated the entire arena with colorful and dazzling brilliance.

At this moment, the middle-aged man laughed, and there was a hint of pride and confidence in his laughter.

He manipulated his flying sword and shield, deftly responding to Lin Fan's attacks, and said, "How much mana do you have left? I've been maintaining peak strength. If you continue to deplete it like this, how can you possibly stand against me? I think it would be best if you surrendered quickly, to avoid suffering."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan snorted inwardly, but his expression remained stern and unmoved. He responded, "Hmph, stop spouting nonsense here! The outcome is still uncertain. Do you think you have a sure win? You're gravely mistaken. It's too early to get complacent now!"

Although he spoke toughly, Lin Fan knew in his heart that what the other party said was indeed an issue that could not be ignored.

After going through several fierce battles, even though he had recovered some of his magic power, it was still being consumed.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man's strength is still intact. If the stalemate continues, the situation will be really unfavorable to him.

However, how could Lin Fan give up easily? He secretly calculated in his mind, and his hands kept moving, continuing to control the Star-Breaking Sword and the Hunyuan Shield to deal with the opponent. At the same time, he keenly looked for the opponent's flaws. He thought that as long as he seized the opportunity and used the primary high-level talisman to give the opponent a fatal blow, perhaps he could turn the tide of the battle.

The middle-aged man saw that Lin Fan was being stubborn, but he was not angry. He just shook his head slightly, as if mocking Lin Fan's ignorance of the consequences.

Then, he quickly formed seals with his hands again and muttered something.

The spiritual power around him was surging wildly, converging towards the flying sword and shield in the air like rivers flowing into the sea. It seemed that he was preparing to use more powerful means to break the deadlock in one fell swoop, completely defeat Lin Fan, and take the place in Huangfeng Valley.

Seeing the middle-aged man's spiritual power surging, Lin Fan was obviously about to use a powerful move, so he did not dare to slack off at all.

He knew very well that if he allowed the opponent to use his ultimate move without any hindrance, he would probably fall into an extremely passive situation.

So, he made a prompt decision and quickly reached into his storage bag and took out a dozen 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, and each one contained spiritual fluctuations that should not be underestimated.

Lin Fan threw the talismans towards the middle-aged man without hesitation, and shouted in a low voice: "Go!" Dozens of talismans instantly turned into streams of light and flew towards the other party like shooting stars chasing the moon.

Several of the talismans transformed into thick, living vines, twisting wildly and rapidly wrapping around the middle-aged man. The vines were covered in sharp barbs, which, once entangled, would dig deep into his skin, making it difficult to break free. Several other talismans unleashed blazing flames. The flames were an eerie purple-red in color, and the temperature was incredibly high. Wherever they passed, the air sizzled, as if consuming everything around them.

There were also several talismans that invoked powerful water power, transforming into waterfall-like water curtains. The water curtains contained tremendous spiritual power, which rushed towards the middle-aged man with an overwhelming force, as if to crush him completely under the powerful impact.

Lin Fan intended to use these talismans and spells to create a chaotic scene, using it as a cover to make it difficult for the opponent to concentrate on performing a big move. At the same time, he took the opportunity to find the opponent's flaws and create opportunities for his next counterattack.

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly when he saw this. He didn't expect Lin Fan to have this trick up his sleeve. He didn't dare to be careless and had to temporarily stop the big move he was concentrating on. He used some of his spiritual power to control the flying sword and shield to resist the overwhelming talisman attack.

For a moment, he was in a panic and the rhythm he had prepared was completely disrupted.

Lin Fan took advantage of this opportunity and quietly took out the primary high-level talisman hidden in his sleeve, waiting for the opponent to reveal a bigger flaw before giving a fatal blow.

Lin Fan's eyes glared, his mind already determined. He concentrated on controlling the Star-Shattering Sword, pouring his mana into it continuously. The sword shone brightly, and the runes on its blade flickered continuously, transforming into a series of incredibly sharp sword shadows that fiercely clung to the opponent's flying sword like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

The sword shadows crisscrossed, weaving into an impenetrable sword net, which trapped the opponent's flying sword, making it unable to break free to support its master for a while. It could only struggle in vain in the air, constantly colliding with the Star-Breaking Sword and producing sparks.

At the same time, Lin Fan quickly reached into his storage bag with his other hand. After searching for a while, he pulled out more than ten elementary and intermediate-level talismans. His eyes were filled with determination, and without hesitation, he threw all of them at the middle-aged man who was busy dealing with the Star-Shattering Sword.

I saw that several primary and high-level talismans first transformed into several astonishing spiritual power torrents.

One of them turned into a thick lightning bolt as big as a dragon. With a "crack", it cut through the sky like a silver snake, and with crackling electric light, it struck the opponent fiercely. The powerful force of lightning seemed to split the entire arena. Wherever it passed, the air was ionized and made a "sizzling" sound.

There was also a talisman that released a biting cold wind. As the wind whistled, countless sharp ice cones condensed and shot towards the middle-aged man densely, as if an ice rain was coming. Each ice cone contained strong penetrating power. If hit, he would probably be turned into a hedgehog in an instant.

Several other primary and high-level talismans also showed their great power. Some turned into a raging sea of ​​fire. The flames in the sea of ​​fire were a strange blue color, and the temperature was terrifyingly high, as if they were going to swallow everything in endless high temperature.

Some formed a thick wave of earth, carrying an overwhelming force, and crushed towards the other side.

The dozen or so primary and intermediate level talismans followed closely behind, transforming into various magical attacks, some turning into entangled wooden vines, some turning into water curtains, and encircling the middle-aged man from different directions, coordinating with the attacks formed by the primary and high-level talismans.

For a moment, the entire arena was filled with spiritual light, and various spells intertwined together to form a gorgeous and deadly spiritual storm, sweeping towards the middle-aged man.

Lin Fan knew in his heart that when so many talismans attacked at the same time, with their combined power, not to mention a cultivator in the Qi Condensation Stage, even a strong man in the early stage of Foundation Establishment would probably find it difficult to withstand such a powerful attack unscathed.

He firmly believed that this wave of attacks would completely secure victory and help him secure a spot in the Yellow Maple Valley.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, his eyes full of fear and panic.

He never expected that Lin Fan was so cruel and had such a deadly move hidden.

At that moment, he tried his best to control the shield magic weapon, pouring his spiritual power into it without reservation, trying to rely on the shield's powerful defense to withstand the overwhelming attack.

However, the surging spiritual power storm was too powerful, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. The outcome of the battle suddenly became suspenseful.

Sure enough, after the astonishingly powerful talisman attack raged for a few breaths, the dust gradually settled.

Where the middle-aged man had originally stood, there was now only a lonely storage bag and two magical weapons scattered on the ground, and this man was torn into pieces by various spells and turned into nothing.

The flying sword, which originally emitted a faint blue light, was now covered with scratches of various sizes. The runes engraved on the sword were dim in many places, as if they had lost their former vitality. The light became extremely weak, only flickering occasionally, as if it was breathing hard. It was obvious that it had suffered serious damage under the violent spiritual power attack just now.

The shield itself was in even worse condition. Its once dark gold surface was now mottled, and the lifelike engravings of mythical beasts were now blurred in places, as if eroded by the merciless passage of time. Most crucially, the shield's once indestructible spiritual aura had become extremely weak, its damage extreme.

Lin Fan walked over, picked up the two magical instruments, and examined them carefully. He thought to himself, "This shield magical instrument probably needs repair. Otherwise, it will be difficult to use. Even if it can be used, it probably won't be able to exert its original power." However, these are still two fine magical instruments. Even if they are damaged, exchanging them for some cultivation resources or finding a master refiner to help repair them would surely be a considerable gain.

He picked up the storage bag from the ground and scanned it with his spiritual sense, discovering a wealth of valuables. There were rare spiritual herbs, several bottles of high-quality medicinal pills, a few scattered magical instruments, a considerable number of spiritual stones, and a few jade slips. It seemed this middle-aged man had amassed quite a fortune.

Lin Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and put away the storage bag. This was an unexpected gain after this fierce battle, and it was worth the effort he put in.

At this moment, everyone in the audience was silent, and the look in their eyes when they looked at Lin Fan was not only filled with fear, but also shock.

They never imagined that Lin Fan could defeat this seemingly powerful middle-aged man so badly that even his body disappeared, leaving only these objects.

For a moment, the entire area around the arena fell into dead silence.

Only Lin Fan stood on the stage, like an invincible god of war, quietly waiting for the incense stick of time to pass so that he could completely secure the spot in Huangfeng Valley.

(End of this chapter)