Chapter 414 - 412: True Form Illusion Technique
Chapter 414: Chapter 412: True Form Illusion Technique
“Still laughing?”
Chu Yu glared fiercely at Zhong Lin.
“Sorry, sorry, couldn’t help it. Your luck is really unmatched, haha.”
Zhong Lin laughed heartily.
It was previously mentioned that the Outer Disciple competition doesn’t have any point system or round-robin tournaments. It’s simply win and advance, lose and fall back. There’s no need to complain about bad luck; luck is also part of one’s strength.
Perhaps the top ten might have more matches to determine rankings, but beyond that, it’s not worth thinking about.
Chu Yu faced Suo Yu in the first round. With her skill level, she naturally wasn’t his match. This year’s competition is out of the question for her; she’ll just have to wait until next time.
Chu Yu sighed and said, “I can’t really blame bad luck. If I had your strength, I wouldn’t need luck; I could just bulldoze through, sigh!”
“Then train hard. With your cultivation progress, you will definitely be in the top ten in the next competition.”
“Thanks for the encouragement. I almost forgot, Sister Night Rain wants to see you.”
“Sister Night Rain?”
Zhong Lin was taken aback for a moment, but then nodded.
The two didn’t linger any longer, and flew quickly towards Juying Peak, soon arriving at the Listening Rain Pavilion.
Night Rain had been waiting for a long time, and waved them over when she saw them arrive.
“Greetings, Sister Night Rain.”
Zhong Lin cupped his hands in salute, without a hint of neglect.
“Zhong Lin, you truly surprise me. To defeat Suo Yu and enter the top ten of the Outer Sect competition, I thought you only had talent in Alchemy, but your Martial Arts are just as impressive. I really misjudged you.”
Night Rain praised genuinely.
She was truly surprised, and when she heard about Zhong Lin defeating Suo Yu and advancing to the top ten, she was stunned for a while.
“Just luck.”
Zhong Lin said modestly.
“Luck also needs strength to back it up. Even with your luck, Chu Yu couldn’t have made it.” Night Rain teased lightly,
Upon hearing this, Chu Yu pursed her lips and turned her head to the side, unclear if she was angry or embarrassed.
“Liu Ziyang from the Turtle Head Association should have approached you, right?”
Night Rain shifted the topic directly to Liu Ziyang.
Zhong Lin didn’t hide anything, nodding, since this kind of matter could easily be found out, and there was no need to conceal it.
“Yes.”
“So you refused? Aren’t you afraid of offending Sikong Yan?” Night Rain looked at Zhong Lin curiously.
“They offered too little. Just empty promises for me to give up; it doesn’t make sense.” Zhong Lin said.
“So, if they offered you more, you’d give up?” Night Rain said with a half-smile.
“That’s what I initially thought, but knowing the first reward in this competition is a Nirvana Fruit, no matter what they offer, I wouldn’t give it up.”
“I see, that explains why you came to ask me about the competition rewards yesterday. What, you want to try for first place?”
Zhong Lin looked at Night Rain puzzled: “That’s a Nirvana Fruit; who wouldn’t want it? Whether I can get first depends on the match.”
“No wonder you could suppress Suo Yu in Fist Intent. Martial Arts cultivation requires this unyielding character. Sister Ying Ju indeed didn’t misjudge you.” Night Rain praised.
“Sister Ying Ju?”
“Yes, Sister Ying Ju asked me to convey her words: feel free to go all out. Whether it’s you or Lou Yue, she’s willing to back you up for first place.”
“Sister Night Rain, I heard from Liu Ziyang that behind the Turtle Head Association is the Third Saint.” Zhong Lin said quietly.
Night Rain glanced at Zhong Lin and meaningfully said, “That’s not your concern; just remember Sister Ying Ju’s promise.”
“Understood.”
“Go on! Prepare well; tomorrow’s battle will be tougher than today’s, more dangerous.”
“Zhong Lin understands.”
Bidding farewell to Night Rain, Zhong Lin flew directly to his own Liu Xuan Pavilion, yet his mind kept pondering Night Rain’s final words.
“Backing? Sister Ying Ju is just a True Disciple; where does she get the confidence to say that?”
Think as he might, Zhong Lin couldn’t find many reasons, but it did boost his confidence a bit, knowing someone would be backing him was reassuring.
Returning to the practice room, Zhong Lin swallowed an elixir and began cultivating.
Several hours later, accompanied by a surge of power emanating from Zhong Lin, his cultivation, which had been at the late stage of Xuandan, finally broke through to perfection.
Zhong Lin wasn’t surprised by this breakthrough, as the medicinal power of the Five Elements Gathering Spirit Pill he took earlier hadn’t been fully digested. After these battles, the bottleneck finally loosened, allowing him to push through.
Zhong Lin slowly opened his eyes, feeling the surging power within him, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
…
“Ring Four, Zhong Lin, Sang Qianqin.”
On the ring, Zhong Lin stood tall, while his opponent was a woman dressed in palace attire.
This was the first time Zhong Lin faced a female disciple as an opponent.
The two said nothing, bowed slightly, and then directly engaged in combat.
Zhong Lin stepped forward, launching a punch. The power from his fist compressed the air, creating a wailing sound that left no doubt of the explosive power hidden within.
Sang Qianqin showed no panic in facing Zhong Lin’s punch. With a grasp in the air, a strangely designed Spirit Sword appeared in her hand.
The Spirit Sword was engraved with intricate patterns, neither gold nor iron, emitting a powerful energy wave. Just a casual swing directly broke through Zhong Lin’s punch.
“It seems this Sang Qianqin learned from Suo Yu’s experience, immediately deploying her Lifebound Weapon. But I wonder if she is also part of the Turtle Head Association.”
While contemplating, Zhong Lin’s palm gathered five streams of blood light, as quick as wind, bright red, like vermilion sand, suddenly shot out, slashing towards Sang Qianqin.
Bam bam bam bam bam!
The five streams of blood Sword Qi collided with Sang Qianqin’s Spirit Sword, creating a deafening sound. The violent force further knocked her back entirely.
Seeing such an opportunity, how could Zhong Lin let it slip? He stepped forward, raising his fist, ready to strike down.
Suddenly, Sang Qianqin’s figure vanished, like a ghost, transforming into numerous illusions, weaving around.
Hundreds of phantoms swayed everywhere, giving Zhong Lin the impression they were all real, unable to discern the true form from the shadow.
In the crowd, Chu Yu, Tang Yimei, Mu Yan, and others watched. A few days ago, they were already eliminated, and Zhong Lin’s advancement to the top ten naturally drew them to watch.
“Not good.”
Tang Yimei frowned tightly, expressing concern: “This is the True Form Illusion Technique. Sang Qianqin spent decades harnessing Light and Dark Shadow Qi to perfect it. Once activated, her body creates thousands of phantoms, combined with her sharp swordsmanship, allowing her to kill silently. Junior Brother Zhong’s large and open fighting style is greatly restrained by this, it’s troublesome.”