The Mysterious Dungeon: A Survival Guide to the Twelve Talismans

Originally it was a tenfold bonus, but when the three of them cultivated together, it became a thirtyfold bonus.

In just three days, he mastered the Golden Bell Cover technique.

"This man has mastered the Golden Bell Shield technique. We need not hold back. Let's attack together and break through his Golden Bell Shield."

A fourth-level martial artist immediately roared angrily.

Then the man pushed off with his feet and soared into the air.

A True Essence Realm expert can temporarily linger in the air using the True Essence they have condensed.

The man hovered in mid-air, and flames instantly ignited on his fists.

"Fire Dragon Divine Fist!"

With a loud shout, he slammed both fists forward.

"Ooh~~!"

Two fierce flames shot out instantly, eventually converging in mid-air and condensing into a huge fire dragon about ten feet long.

"One sword splits the heavens!"

Another loud shout rang out.

The second fourth-level martial artist drew his sword, concentrated all his strength into the longsword, and then slashed out.

The remaining martial artists also unleashed their signature skills to attack Zhou An.

At this moment, the sky was filled with dazzling martial arts skills and terrifying power.

The spectators in the arena didn't dare to breathe, their eyes fixed on Zhou An in the center of the ring.

"Golden Bell Shield, activate!"

Zhou An shouted sharply, and golden light burst forth.

Instantly, the golden light condensed into a real golden bell outside Zhou An's body.

"Boom boom boom~~~!"

Countless attacks slammed directly onto the golden bell.

The entire arena was covered with colorful energy halos.

The earth trembled once more, but it was much smaller than Zhou An's previous punch.

Once everything had settled down, everyone stared at the scene in disbelief.

Zhou An stood motionless, and the golden bells surrounding him did not fade in the slightest.

Looking around, the originally cracked arena had been reduced to dust.

Only the spot where Zhou An stood remained intact.

At that moment, everyone looked like they had seen a ghost.

"Keep going, I refuse to believe his energy expenditure isn't significant!" a martial artist shouted.

The others suddenly realized what was happening and began to unleash their martial arts attacks once more.

They didn't hold back at all; they all attacked with all their might.

No matter how they attacked, they couldn't break the Golden Bell Shield in the slightest.

Fifteen minutes passed, and everyone stopped to rest, panting heavily.

Some people even took out pills and swallowed them to restore their depleted energy and blood.

"Why hasn't this person's aura changed at all?"

"Are we fighting someone at the Core Formation Realm, not the True Essence Realm?"

"What a joke! How could someone at the Core Formation Realm come to our Cloud Maple City and participate in some martial arts tournament?"

The group of people were now looking at Zhou An as if he were a monster.

Sure enough, fifteen minutes was really too short.

"Next, strike the stone pillar standing at his feet!" a martial artist suddenly shouted.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked closely and then their faces lit up with joy.

They attacked for so long that they turned the ground around Zhou An into dust.

These martial artists couldn't break Zhou An's Golden Bell Shield, but that didn't matter, because the competition rules only required him to move his feet slightly.

Once the stone pillar beneath Zhou An is broken, Zhou An will be forced to move.

The group immediately became excited and attacked Zhou An's feet.

Seeing this, Zhou An remained calm and composed.

Suddenly, the golden bell shield around him extended downwards, directly protecting the area below as well.

The sound of clashing swords rang out.

All attacks were blocked by the Golden Bell Shield.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, how can this guy be so strong?" A fourth-level martial artist looked at Zhou An with a face full of resentment.

This time, he considered first place as his for the taking.

Or rather, it was already a predetermined winner.

After all, he was the son of the prefect of the city.

That's why they brought out that mid-grade Xuan-level martial skill.

But the current situation is that this guy is incredibly strong, and even if they all attacked together, they couldn't do anything about it.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he thought of a somewhat unethical method.

But it doesn't matter anymore; whether it's moral or not, it's up to him to decide.

After all, he was the eldest son of the prefect, Sun Ran.

"Brother, your strength is formidable; I am truly impressed," Sun Ran said, stepping forward and cupping his hands in a gesture of respect.

Seeing this, the others knew that there was nothing they could do to capture Zhou An.

They immediately stepped forward, cupped their hands, and said, "We are all convinced."

At this moment, all 102 martial artists present bowed and donned their Taoist robes.

Upon hearing this, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from the audience.

Although this martial arts tournament was short, it was still very exciting.

It was far more exciting than any previous martial arts tournament.

A single punch shatters the arena made of special spiritual materials, instantly eliminating 90% of the martial artists.

In the end, more than a hundred martial artists bombarded Zhou An repeatedly, but they could not budge him in the slightest. This scene was truly worth living for.

Zhou An smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "Gentlemen, you flatter me."

Chapter 123 Return, Settlement of Rewards

Zhou An removed the Golden Bell Cover.

The moment the golden bell shield was removed, the stone pillar beneath their feet collapsed with a deafening roar.

Zhou An lightly tapped his feet, flying several meters away before landing in the distance.

Upon seeing this, Yang Wanli knew the outcome was already decided.

He immediately stood up, ready to announce that Zhou An was the champion of this martial arts tournament.

He looked at Sun Ran and sighed.

In order to please this young master, he specially spent a lot of money to acquire a mid-grade Xuan-level martial arts technique.

Under these circumstances, there's no way he could possibly refuse to give the top spot to Sun Ran.

Just then, Sun Ran, the first to say "I give up," laughed loudly: "Haha, brother, you lost. You left the designated area."

Upon hearing this, the cheers from the audience abruptly ceased.

Zhou An also frowned and looked at Sun Ran.

The surrounding martial artists were all stunned.

Then one of the martial artists realized what was happening and his face lit up with ecstasy: "Yes, you've already escaped the range; you've moved more than one step."

"Haha, you moved, so you lost, and we won."

"Yes, yes, we won, you've already lost."

"Even if you are incredibly powerful, you will still be defeated by us."

All the martial artists spoke up, but not a single one spoke up for Zhou An.

Yang Wanli, who was about to announce the results, froze on the spot.

A strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

He never expected that the prefect's son would use such a tricky and immoral method to make Zhou An admit defeat.

In the past, Yang Wanli would have been the first to reprimand him.

But now... that young master...

"Interesting. You all convinced me just now. Were you trying to fool me?" Zhou An glanced at the crowd, his expression calm and without the slightest anger.

"Liar? No, no, no, sir, we only persuaded you, did anyone admit defeat?"

"Gentlemen, did we just say the words 'admit defeat'?" Sun Ran looked at the crowd and shouted loudly.

"No, we just convinced you of your strength."

"Yes, yes, neither of us has given up."

"If you walk away now, you've already lost."

A group of martial artists echoed Sun Ran's words.

"Brother, we only acknowledge your strength, but there are still three-quarters of an hour left."

“We haven’t given up. After all, no matter how strong you are, can you really hold out for another 35 minutes under our attack?” Sun Ran looked at Zhou An with a calm expression.

Just then, the people in the audience finally came to their senses.

"My God, they're even cheating."

"Do these martial arts masters also resort to cheating?"

"If you can't beat them, you can't beat them, so why resort to such a shameless tactic?"

"That's right, get out of here, get out of here."

"You've all lost! Get out of here!!!"

The audience immediately shouted, wishing that all the martial artists would get off the stage.

Nearly 90% of the audience actually supported Zhou An.

"Quiet! We're speaking, what are you interrupting for?" Sun Ran turned his head, his chest heaving with anger, and then roared.

The enormous sound reverberated throughout the entire arena.

The audience, including the martial artists among them, were all stunned and dizzy.

Once they came to their senses, they all shut their mouths and dared not say another word.

However, the look in his eyes as he looked at Sun Ran was filled with fear.

"I admit you're very capable, but you've already lost. Face reality," Sun Ran said with a faint smile.

"Lord Yang, what do you say?" Zhou An ignored Sun Ran and turned to look at Yang Wanli above.

Yang Wanli glanced at Zhou An, then swept his gaze over the martial artists, and pondered, "They're right. You made a move, so naturally you lost."

Zhou An chuckled lightly: "Hehe, it seems that the champion of this martial arts tournament is also predetermined."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wanli's expression immediately darkened.