In the arena, Qin Xin's Nine Flames Battle Immortal Staff had been knocked away by Lin Jinglei's blood-red longsword, and streaks of bright red blood had seeped through his robe.
The elders on the high platform had already made their judgments on the outcome of the match below.
"What...what is this guy trying to do?"
Just as Lin Jinglei was about to make another move, Qin Xin in front of him had already sat cross-legged. The Black Soul Martial Spirit slowly rose behind him, and some violent true energy flowed rapidly. Strands of flame, almost tangible, wrapped around Qin Xin's arms.
"Gulp!" Jin Yuanbao was startled by the sudden change. He stared intently at Qin Xin, who was sitting cross-legged on the arena. At this moment, ten fire blades rapidly converged behind Qin Xin. Jin Yuanbao swallowed and immediately guessed Qin Xin's plan. "Crimson Flame Blade? Even Earth-rank martial arts can't do anything to Lin Jinglei. This Yellow-rank high-level martial arts..."
"Just a death throes!"
Lin Jinglei looked at the fluctuations of true energy around Qin Xin and let out a cold laugh.
"Look! The fire blades have fused together!"
The students below the stage suddenly noticed that the ten fire blades that had gathered behind Qin Xin were beginning to merge together, and they exclaimed in surprise.
The fire blades merged in pairs at an extremely fast speed, containing a power that seemed capable of destroying everything.
"Not good! An attack that combines martial arts requires extremely strong control and perception, which is probably difficult even for some Yuanfu Realm experts."
Ye Nian, standing on the high platform, was the first to exclaim in surprise. Upon hearing this, the other elders and deans also showed expressions of astonishment.
"Boss, stop immediately! This fusion is extremely unstable. If you lose control, that terrifying energy will engulf you!"
Jin Yuanbao and the others hurriedly tried to stop Qin Xin. If Qin Xin lost to Lin Jinglei, he would at least be safe with Rong Ling by his side. But now he was risking his life to merge martial arts techniques. If he failed, he would probably be reduced to ashes.
Although the Crimson Flame Blade is a high-level Yellow-rank martial art, the attack power of the fire blade is limited. However, as the martial artist's strength increases, the number of fire blades that can be condensed will increase. Imagine if hundreds of fire blades exploded directly; the destructive power would probably be no less than that of an Earth-rank martial art.
However, the power of the Fire Blade is inherently violent, and no one has ever attempted to fuse with it. Moreover, no martial artist has the control and perception to do so.
No one dared to try it.
First, the consequences of failure are extremely serious, causing great harm to the martial artist. Second, the power unleashed after the fire blades merge is unknown and may not be greater than the sum of its parts. If the balance is lost, no one can withstand it.
Seeing Qin Xin's audacity, Lin Jinglei dared not step forward, fearing that if the balance was broken, the fire blade would erupt and affect him as well.
At this moment, Qin Xin was in a very special state. With the suppression of the black stick martial spirit behind him, the ten fire blades fused very smoothly.
Faced with Lin Jinglei's power, Qin Xin had been forced into a desperate situation. However, he did not want to lose, otherwise he would not have risked fusing the fire blades together. He already knew the special nature of the black stick martial spirit, because spiritual power and true energy were fused together through the martial spirit, and could unleash a very powerful explosion. With a do-or-die mentality, he was surprised that the martial arts attack he unleashed could also be fused together.
Lin Jinglei's initially disdainful expression turned serious. The fused fire blades behind Qin Xin were beginning to blacken, and the scorching black flames raised the temperature of the entire arena. Some elders immediately left the platform, and all the onlookers retreated a hundred meters.
With a sharp glint in his eyes, his left eye red and his right eye blue, Qin Xin, having completed everything, suddenly opened his eyes.
"I'm definitely taking this spot in the inner courtyard!"
Staring at Lin Jinglei, who was holding a blood-red longsword, Qin Xin was not intimidated by his domineering manner. His handsome face revealed confidence, and his body was as straight as a spear, making him appear even more imposing.
"Hmph! Delusion!"
Faced with Qin Xin's sudden fusion of martial arts, Lin Jinglei dared not be careless and directly revealed his last trump card, "You've forced me to this point, that's enough for you to be proud of!"
The brilliant red light grew stronger and stronger, until finally it almost completely enveloped Lin Jinglei's body.
"Earth-rank martial art! Netherworld Fallen Strike!"
Some roaring sounds rang out, echoing throughout the entire arena.
Upon seeing the martial arts Lin Jinglei displayed, the deans on the high platform immediately became restless, their faces showing expressions of fear.
"Lin Jinglei has actually learned such martial arts!" Mo Fufen, the dean of the Beast Martial Arts Academy, said with some surprise.
"This martial art has been sealed away in the outer courtyard for many years. I'm afraid even Dean Jia hasn't practiced it," Wei Ji asked curiously, glancing at Jia Yan, who looked somewhat smug.
"This martial art is not suitable for me, but it is more suitable for my beloved disciple. However, he was able to master it thanks to the spiritual weapon in his hand," Jia Yan said unhurriedly.
"A magical artifact?"
Upon hearing this, both Mo Fufen and Wei Ji turned their gazes to the blood-red longsword in Lin Jinglei's hand, and then their faces showed surprise.
“No wonder? This magical artifact possesses the power of the netherworld,” Weiji said in a deep voice.
"If there's a backlash..." Mo Fufen said with some worry.
"It's just a trace of Netherworld power, nothing to worry about," Jia Yan said nonchalantly.
While the three were talking, two figures in the arena approached each other.
"Thump!"
Suddenly, the black fire blade and the blood-red longsword, locked in a stalemate, suddenly became violent. The two energies went out of control, mixing together strangely and making gurgling sounds.
This change surprised both Lin Jinglei and Qin Xin, as if the collision of the two energies had caused a mutation.
"not good!"
The deans and elders on the high platform also noticed something amiss. The three deans took to the air and, with the flow of their Yuan energy, sealed off the arena.
"boom!"
Just after the three deans sealed off the arena, a bright white light shone from the arena, blood-red sword energy swept across, and terrifying black flames fell like a tidal wave.
The already battered arena exploded. If the three deans hadn't intervened to contain it, even some students who had retreated a hundred meters away would likely have lost their lives under the terrifying shockwave.
After the terrifying energy storm subsided, all the students in the arena turned their attention to the plaza. Even the surrounding arenas stopped fighting because of the energy storm, as if everyone wanted to see the final result.
"Lin Jinglei wins this battle!"
With a light wave of Jia Yan's hand, Lin Jinglei, who had been lying on the ground seemingly seriously injured, unexpectedly stood up.
"Old Jia, it's clearly a draw, why resort to such underhanded tactics?"
Holding a wine jug, Rong Ling strolled forward and stared directly at Jia Yan, who was suspended in mid-air.
"Rong Ling, such nonsense is unacceptable. Don't blame me for expelling you from the Weaponry Academy!"
Jia Yan seemed to have been stepped on, and there was a hint of anger in his aged voice.
"Heh, what a boastful tone!"
Rong Ling didn't say much. After taking a sip of wine, he exhaled lightly, which turned into layers of white mist. As it swept over Jia Yan's body, several strands of true energy emitted a pale red light under the reflection of the sunlight.
"Dean Jia, what's going on?" Wei Ji asked with some confusion.
"Hmph, now only Jing Lei is still on the stage. Do you think Qin Xin can win this battle?" Jia Yan said without batting an eye.
"Ahem! I say, Supervisor Rongling, you should dig me out of the rubble first."
Amidst the ruins of the arena, a seemingly exhausted young man struggled to his feet.
This subtle change caught the attention of all the spectators.
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