Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 227 - Successive Battles
Sen Jizi's expression changed slightly as he sensed that the wooden spear could not advance any further. He knew that Lin Le was strong, but he did not expect him to be this strong.

You should know that his attack could even pierce through an ordinary Nascent Soul Stage 8 cultivator.

Lin Le didn't give him much time to think. He flicked his longsword and then brought it down, the sword energy falling like a waterfall.

Sen Jizi held the wooden spear in both hands and activated his magic. The wooden spear grew rapidly and in the blink of an eye, it formed a canopy that covered him.

Boom boom boom!
Like rain pattering on banana leaves, the sword energy struck the canopy and shattered like raindrops hitting a hard object.

Grasping the end of the wooden pole, Sen Jizi twisted it, and suddenly countless tiny thorns sprouted from the canopy.

Then, with a loud bang, the small thorns shot out like arrows, densely covering Lin Le.

Lin Le twirled his longsword, and the spikes, as if swept away by a great river, unconsciously changed direction in the rapids, then circled around and rushed back towards Sen Jizi.

Sen Jizi blocked with his canopy, and the spikes re-entered the wooden spear.

Then, he suddenly let out a muffled groan, and the spikes actually carried a certain amount of vibrational force.

Although they were small, their sheer number made them powerful. As they accumulated, they disrupted the magical power within his body.

not good!

Sen Jizi realized something was wrong, and with a stomp of her right foot, she managed to forcefully cast a spell despite the chaos of her magical power.

The wooden dragon roared out and crashed into Lin Le.

Lin Le raised his sword to defend himself, but was still knocked away.

Upon seeing this, most people frowned. Could that spell really be that powerful?

Sen Jizi was also surprised to see this, as this situation did not match the strength that Lin Le had just displayed.

Could it be fake?

As soon as the thought arose, Mori Keiko's heart skipped a beat, because he thought of a spell.

Minor Supernatural Power: Fractal Scattering!
Realizing this, Sen Jizi activated her defensive abilities without hesitation, and pieces of wooden armor quickly appeared.

But it was still a step too late.

A long sword appeared silently at his neck, and then slashed.

With a soft thud, a head flew high into the air and landed on the ground.

Everyone was speechless, staring blankly at the scene. They hadn't expected Lin Le to hit so hard.

Although reaching the Nascent Soul Realm allows one to survive a severed head, he is still the leader of the Six Yang Sect. Even if he is taken back, he will inevitably suffer a great loss of vital energy.

"You brat, you're courting death!" A furious roar came from the clouds; it was Mu Xuanzi's howl.

As they were speaking, a beam of green light shot straight toward Lin Le.

But the green light was stopped by a cloud halfway through its flight.

"Junior Brother Mu Xuan, you've gone too far." Yun Xiaozi's voice was calm, but tinged with displeasure.

Mu Xuanzi glared angrily: "That Lingzhuzi used such a heavy hand on his fellow disciple, isn't the sect leader going to do anything about it!"

"In competition, injuries are inevitable," Yunxiaozi said calmly. "On the contrary, Junior Brother Muxuan, what do you mean by using a Nascent Soul technique when you are a Nascent Soul Dao Lord?"

As he spoke, a powerful aura belonging to a Nascent Soul cultivator rose up and pressed down on Mu Xuanzi.

The fact that they used such a powerful move immediately speaks volumes about their underlying intentions.

Mu Xuanzi's expression changed. He hadn't expected Yunxiaozi to value Lin Le so much. He retorted, "It was just a moment of panic."

"That would be for the best." Yunxiaozi's face showed no emotion. "Fellow disciples, please watch quietly. If it involves destroying one's foundation or taking lives, we Nascent Soul cultivators will intervene."

"Yes," the many leaders replied.

Meanwhile, on the stage, Mori Jiko had already been rescued.

Lin Le sat cross-legged on the ground, looking calm and quiet, showing no trace of the ruthlessness he had displayed when he severed someone's head.

Some people gave up, and since Sen Jizi suffered a crushing defeat, it was clear that they would not fare well if they went up against him.

With Sen Jizi's example as a precedent, naturally no one dared to cause trouble for Lin Le for the remaining time. After the first round of auditions ended, the second round, narrowing down 1,024 to 512, began immediately.

The ring moved on its own and merged with another ring.

With a soft click, the arena beneath Lin Le's feet merged with another arena.

On another arena, the inner disciple's face fell immediately upon seeing that his opponent was Lin Le, and he jumped off the platform to admit defeat.

He was only at the Nascent Soul stage, so he was clearly no match for Lin Le.

After the second round ended, the third round, from 512 to 256, began immediately, which further tested the disciples' ability to manage their mana and mental energy consumption.

This time, Lin Le's opponent did not concede defeat, but instead released three puppets at the start.

The contest does not restrict disciples from using any items such as pills or talismans; there is only one rule, which is that they must make them by hand.

"Go!" The disciple made a hand seal, intending to control the puppet to attack.

The puppet did attack, but it attacked the real person.

Caught off guard, the disciple was blasted away by the puppet and landed outside the arena.

The disciple's face showed a hint of frustration; he hadn't expected to be sent away by his own puppet.

His eyes were full of apprehension as he looked at Lin Le.

He was considered an elite among the Heavenly Puppet Peak members and had naturally performed similar operations before, so he was particularly aware of how powerful his divine sense and how profound his understanding of puppets were required.

Lin Le withdrew his divine sense. Under his psychic eyes, some of the magical energy operation nodes of these puppets were exceptionally clear. Therefore, with his powerful divine sense, it was easy to make the puppets "betray" him.

The fourth round saw 256 teams advance to 128.

This time it was an acquaintance's turn, Han Mingzi, whom he had greeted before.

Han Mingzi, dressed in a short-sleeved shirt that accentuated her curvaceous figure, said in a sweet, coquettish voice:
"Junior Brother Lingzhu, please go easy on him."

"Hmm." Lin Le nodded slightly, then took a step and his figure instantly appeared in front of Han Mingzi.

Han Mingzi's pupils contracted as she saw a fair, jade-like fist rapidly grow larger in her vision.

boom!
With a sonic boom, white mist exploded, and Han Mingzi was sent flying backward, his chest noticeably shrinking.

Han Mingzi flew off the stage and crashed to the ground, the recoil causing secondary damage.

Cough! She couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

She looked at Lin Le in disbelief. She had already shown such weakness, yet this damned man still dared to use such a heavy hand.

Lin Le withdrew his fist, his face expressionless.

The fifth round, from 128 to 64.

This time it turned out to be an acquaintance, someone he had once defeated with a single punch.

When Mingxiaozi saw that his opponent was Lin Le, his face immediately turned ugly. However, he did not give up. Instead, he quickly circulated his magic power and prepared something.

As the bell rang, Mingxiaozi's figure transformed into a straight line, heading straight for Lin Le.

Lin Le raised an eyebrow as he watched Ming Xiaozi thrust his sword forward.

Then, just as the longsword was about to strike, he dodged it with a quick, agile movement.

Then, in this unsuitable situation for exerting force, he directly raised his leg and struck with his knee and elbow.

Bang! Mingxiaozi's body was instantly folded in half, and he was thrown into the air.

With a leap, Lin Le caught up with Ming Xiaozi and then unleashed a sweeping kick.

Boom! The white mist exploded, and Mingxiaozi was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground. He was limp and his bones were shattered once again.

Seeing Mingxiaozi in such a miserable state, Hanmingzi felt somewhat relieved, indicating that Lin Le had indeed held back.

(End of this chapter)