The Long Journey to Immortality

After announcing the results of the match, Daoist Yunmin applauded to show his encouragement.

With an appetizer as a prelude, Wen Er Ya's competition became much more interesting.

After all, not all viewers know what supernatural powers Wen Erya's various magical artifacts possess.

Compared to the magical duels between ordinary cultivators, Wen Er Ya's numerous magical artifacts brought more novelty to the audience.

Watching Wen Erya use several magical tools to unleash her supernatural powers, suppressing and defeating her opponent.

Han Lu cheered for Wen Erya from below the stage immediately after Yunmin Daoren declared victory.

Although she won easily, Wen Erya still excitedly hugged Han Lu to celebrate after stepping off the stage.

"Senior sister, well done, congratulations."

"Junior sister, you have to try your best too. Can you finish off your opponent within five moves?" Wen Erya joked, giving Han Lu a difficult task.

Han Lu pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "Since Senior Sister wants to see it, I'll try my best."

[Author's Note] Work suddenly got busy and things went wrong.

Chapter 112 Five Moves to Subdue the Enemy

The quantifier "招" is vague and difficult to measure or determine accurately.

Does drawing the spirit sword count as a move?

Does the sword twirling in the air count as a move?

When the spirit sword casts a spell and unleashes three bolts of lightning, does it count as one move or three moves?

Is it one move to spray out a five-meter-long water dragon, or one move to spray out a one-meter-long water dragon?

Therefore, the joke between Han Lu and Wen Erya was more like Wen Erya asking Han Lu if they could finish quickly, and Han Lu saying she could try.

If Han Lu herself is the person in the entire Zhengyi Sect who has the deepest understanding of Han Lu's strength, then Wen Erya must be ranked second.

Although Wen Erya, who had once been defeated by Han Lu, did not watch many of Han Lu's matches during the entire competition, she knew that her junior sister must have held back in the matches and not gone all out.

How could Han Lu, who could defeat her, the champion of the sixth level of Qi Refining, possibly be struggling in a major competition at the second level of Qi Refining?

Out of curiosity, Wen Erya made this small request to Han Lu when she stepped off the stage, taking advantage of her recent victory.

She was incredibly excited to see what kind of strength Han Lu would display when she went all out on the ring.

Wen Erya watched Han Lu's retreating figure as she stepped onto the arena, thinking to herself, "If Junior Sister can really defeat her opponent in no time, then it should be much easier for Master to make demands of that Hermit of the Five Lakes."

Mu Yangxia, who had just stepped onto the stage and was respectfully bowing to Daoist Yunmin, could never have imagined that because of Wen Erya's words, he would face a different opponent and a different kind of match in the upcoming game.

Daoist Yunmin was once a cultivator at Xishan Academy and was acquainted with Mu Yangxia's master, so he had naturally heard of Mu Yangxia's name.

Seeing his junior brother's beloved disciple advance to the finals, Daoist Yunmin, as his senior uncle, was naturally happy for Mu Yangxia.

When verifying his identity, Daoist Yunmin took the initiative to chat with Mu Yangxia for a few words, encouraging him to perform well in the final and strive to win the championship.

This flattered Mu Yangxia, filling him with fighting spirit and making his blood boil.

However, Yunmin Daoist was much colder towards Han Lu, a contestant with no master-disciple relationship and no fame.

He simply gave Han Lu a smile and then said nothing more.

Han Lu was not impolite. After bowing, she took the identity token from Daoist Yunmin and walked to another corner of the arena.

Watching Han Lu stroll across the arena, Mu Yangxia had a thousand thoughts running through his mind.

Half of it was related to the upcoming match, and the other half was related to my previous random thoughts.

Fortunately, Yunmin Daoist's voice quickly brought him back to his senses, and he refocused his attention on the competition.

“3.” Daoist Yunmin began the countdown.

Mu Yangxia thought to himself, "If Han Lu uses her lightness spell immediately, I'll..."

"2."

The second plan that Mu Yangxia had thought of long ago was recalled in his mind once again.

"If Han Lu releases the Ice Mirror Illusion later, I will directly use fire-attribute magic to melt the ice mirror and break her move."

“1.” Yun Min said, counting down to the last number.

Mu Yangxia gave herself one last reminder in her heart.

"If Han Lu deliberately makes the arena flooded, watch your step and don't fall into a water trap."

In Mu Yangxia's eyes, as long as he guards against Han Lu's various tricks, his chances of winning in this final will naturally increase significantly.

It is not impossible for the weak to defeat the strong.

"start!"

As soon as Daoist Yunmin finished speaking, the two on the arena began to display their respective strengths.

Although Mu Yangxia was only at the second level of Qi Refining, he had already opened a full forty acupoints due to his cultivation technique, making him an anomaly among Qi Refining cultivators with abundant spiritual energy.

Naturally, his fighting style on the stage was mainly based on defense and counterattack, aiming to exhaust his opponent's spiritual energy to win. This was the key to his victory in advancing all the way to the finals.

Therefore, as soon as the competition began, Mu Yangxia adhered to the principle of taking the lead and did not rush to make a move. Instead, he waited for Han Lu to use her magic first and reveal a flaw before retaliating.

Han Lu, determined to end the battle quickly, did not hesitate for a moment and immediately unleashed her full power.

The wooden sword was drawn, and a dark green light flew out of Han Lu's storage bag and landed in front of her.

With her right hand gripping the sword hilt, Han Lu began to chant incantations and cast a spell.

Seeing Han Lu holding the bamboo sword, Mu Yangxia, who knew roughly how many moves Han Lu had, instantly came up with a countermeasure in his mind.

While silently chanting the incantation, before the vines summoned by Han Lu could fully grow and surround him, a layer of fire-attribute spiritual power appeared around Mu Yangxia, completely protecting him.

The three summoned vines were engulfed in flames and burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the few vines around him that had been burned to ashes, Mu Yangxia secretly felt smug. "This spell requires a lot of spiritual power, while mine is just a basic fire-attribute protective spell. In one go and one go, I've made a lot of money."

With a well-thought-out plan, Mu Yangxia believed that he had already gained a slight advantage with just one move.

If one move didn't work, Han Lu tried a second one.

With a wave of her hand, a huge ball of water appeared above the arena and crashed down on Mu Yangxia.

The formation of this seemingly harmless water mass did not require much spiritual power, but this unusual technique still aroused Mu Yangxia's vigilance, and he took it seriously.

A talisman burned out at Mu Yangxia's fingertip, and then a gust of wind as sharp as a knife appeared out of nowhere, slicing the water ball that Han Lu had thrown at him to shreds.

Now that we've reached the finals, there's no need to be stingy with talismans.

Mu Yangxia chose to use consumables like talismans to reduce his spiritual energy consumption.

The water droplets dispersed, covering the originally bare surface of the arena with a layer of "water mask".

Seeing this, several images of Han Lu flashed through Mu Yangxia's mind again, and she unconsciously put more force into the ground with her feet, as if she wanted to take root.

"Be careful, be careful of the water prison trap."

Mu Yangxia easily deflected two consecutive moves, but Han Lu's expression remained as calm as it had been during the match, as if nothing had happened.

Han Lu didn't think she could defeat Mu Yangxia in just two moves; her real killing move was yet to come.

Mu Yangxia's profile clearly states that he enjoys conducting intelligence warfare before matches and gathering information about his opponents.

Han Lu wanted to take advantage of this, creating a false impression so that Mu Yangxia would fall into her trap while being on guard.

In a series of elaborate schemes, the third move was unleashed: Han Lu's "Water Dragon Technique," which had previously enabled her to defeat formidable opponents in the arena, was used under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Although there are similar techniques to the Water Dragon Technique among higher-level spells, they cannot be successfully executed by someone at the second level of Qi Refining.

So when the thick water dragon appeared on the stage, the audience, who had never paid attention to Han Lu's matches, still let out a few gasps.

Upon seeing the water dragon emerge from the sea, Mu Yangxia's expression changed slightly.

In his battle plan, he originally intended to deal with this move by dodging and escaping.

However, the water on the ground made him hesitant to act rashly, fearing that he might fall into Han Lu's "treachery" and end up trapped in a water prison instead of avoiding the water dragon.

With no other option but to neither dodge nor evade, Mu Yangxia could only rely on his spiritual power to defend himself.

As the defensive spell was cast, a thick wall of red fire appeared in front of Mu Yangxia.

Almost the instant the red wall of fire solidified and stabilized, the water dragon crashed into it.

Water and fire were locked in a fierce battle.

At the boundary between the two, thick steam rose up, creating a wall of steam between Han Lu and Mu Yangxia, making it impossible for them to see each other for the time being.

Just as the steam obscured their vision, Han Lu's sudden smile gave him an ominous premonition.

"Why are you laughing when you can't break through my defenses?"

After a moment, Mu Yangxia finally understood why Han Lu was laughing.

The moment the steam wall blocked their view of each other, the foreshadowing that Han Lu had planted earlier next to Mu Yangxia came to fruition.

A vine suddenly appeared out of nowhere and wrapped itself around Mu Yangxia's neck with lightning speed.

"What? That spell wasn't fully activated? There are still residual spiritual energy seeds buried around me?"

The thought had barely crossed Mu Yangxia's mind before she felt breathless and her eyes rolled back involuntarily.

Mu Yangxia likes to investigate his opponents, and Han Lu also figured out Mu Yangxia's background by using the match guide.

Mu Yangxia came from an ordinary background and did not carry any defensive magical artifacts, which is why Han Lu chose to use this move against him.

"Man is the butcher, I am the fish on the chopping block." With vines wrapped around his neck, Mu Yangxia struggled to recite an incantation through gritted teeth, releasing a fire-attribute spell to free himself from his predicament.

However, Han Lu did not show mercy in this final match, giving Mu Yangxia a chance to turn the tide.

She faced the direction where Wen Erya was standing in the audience, spread her arms, and gestured the number "five".

Immediately afterwards, Han Lu used her weapon control skills to deliver the final blow to Mu Yangxia with the wooden sword that had been waiting nearby.

Although the referee, Daoist Yunmin, standing beside the arena, really wanted to intervene and, while announcing the result of the match, prevent Mu Yangxia from being pierced through the heart by the spiritual sword.

But as the sect leader, he still tried his best to remain fair.

After Han Lu's Thunder Bamboo Sword pierced Mu Yangxia's abdomen, causing serious injury, the outcome of the battle was decided.

Yun Min Daoist then removed the restriction and announced, "Dongshan Academy, Han Lu wins."