Chapter 76 Defeating the Enemy One by One: A Desperate Counterattack
A dazzling array of colorful spells bombarded the iron pot, and the brilliant light emanating from the projection stone was truly eye-catching.
The observers were astonished.
"A group fight."
"Such a grand display, how annoying are the disciples of Dingsheng Sect? They were attacked the moment they showed up?"
Aside from the disciples of the Dingsheng Sect observing the exam and the rogue cultivators sitting with them, very few people watched the entire process of the four Dingsheng Sect members taking the exam. These few were happily counting on their fingers:
"One of them stole the most prized spirit beast of the Beast Taming Sect."
"One of them had a complete falling out with the Shen family."
"In addition, they were already at odds with Hong Qizong."
The three high-fived, eager to stir up trouble: "Hey, they've really angered everyone!"
Another cultivator, who was good at analyzing the situation, chimed in: "Who doesn't know that the four members of the Dingsheng Sect have their innate techniques forbidden, making them extremely vulnerable to attack?"
"Moreover, they just came in and don't know the situation yet. They have the most people but also the fewest. Other teams need to defeat five people to win, but they only need to defeat four people to defeat them."
The implication is that, with all these incidents piling up, who else can be targeted if not them?
Those observing and practicing all shook their heads:
"They're finished."
"Dingsheng Sect is doomed to lose this time."
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The impact of the impact on the bottom of the pot intensified, and the iron pot emitted a dangerous creaking sound.
The four people hiding in the pot withdrew their gaze from the bottom of the pot, and three of them turned their bright eyes to Zhu Shibai.
Zhu Shibai: "At most ten breaths, any more and I won't be able to hold on."
This is a declaration of the lifespan of the iron pot.
The three of them still looked intently at Ji Mingran.
Ji Mingran informed her, "The east has the least spiritual energy, followed by the north and west, with the south having the most." This was based on her analysis of the size of the attack that landed on the iron pot.
The attacks crashed down on the bottom of the pot like a storm, varying in strength and length, and produced a loud roar as they collided with the heavy iron.
If the person inside the pot had even slightly weaker spiritual sense, their head would be buzzing and vibrating from the sound.
Although they were unaffected, the noise made it difficult for them to know the situation of the disciples taking the test outside the pot.
Aside from Ji Mingran, she could not only sense the distribution of spiritual energy from the attack that struck the iron pot, but also analyze where the attack power was most concentrated and where it was least concentrated.
This allows us to infer the number of cultivators besieging the cultivator.
“But an attack from the east can counteract an attack from the south,” Ji Mingran added.
"Things have come to this." Shen Qingluo's gaze was icy. "The time has come to make a decision."
Guan Wangzhen raised his arm: "Come on, the usual."
"Come on." Zhu Shibai was already prepared.
Ji Mingran clenched his fist, indicating that he was ready.
Rock, paper, scissors.
Two stones and two pieces of cloth.
“East,” was chosen by Ji Mingran, the publisher.
"South." Shen Qingluo, who was also a producer, said in unison.
Zhu Shibai lowered his fist: "I choose the North."
Guan Wangzhen extended one finger from his fist and drew two circles in the sand: "That's it."
Zhu Shibai: "That's fine too. Iron Pot's time is limited, Wang Zhen, hurry up."
“Alright,” Guan Wangzhen replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, the large iron pot, which was firmly pressed against the ground, suddenly revealed a crack. In that instant, three figures shot out from it like meteors, heading in different directions.
"They ran away!" someone shouted, stating a fact that everyone present already knew.
The fiery red figure riding a donkey was particularly eye-catching, attracting a large group of cultivators.
As the crowd dispersed, only four or five cultivators remained in place. The suddenly reduced attacks landed on them with only muffled sounds, without shaking them in the slightest.
"Let's see how long you can hide!" The four or five cultivators who had been standing still dispersed. They were dressed in different clothes and were disciples participating in the competition who had been instructed by their respective sects to stay in place and launch a surprise attack. Therefore, while they were keeping an eye on the movement of the iron pot, they were also wary of the movements of the other participating disciples.
The attacks continued relentlessly, and the iron pot teetered on the brink of collapse, becoming increasingly dilapidated. Although the pot's thickness had increased, it was visibly clear that it wouldn't last much longer.
A crack appeared on the surface of the pot, and gradually, more and more cracks appeared, covering the entire iron pot.
"It's done!" one of the cultivators surrounding them shouted excitedly.
With a loud bang, the iron pot exploded.
Three escaped, leaving only one at the bottom of the pot. Who was that person? The cultivators on the observation platform craned their necks to look at the projection stone.
The disciples surrounding the iron pot had no interest in such things. The opportunity was fleeting, and if they didn't act quickly, the chance to eliminate one of Dingsheng Sect's disciples would be snatched away by their competitors!
Before they could even figure out who was in the pot, they were already impatiently about to unleash their magic on the person inside.
In the next instant, golden light shone brightly from the ashes of the iron pot, deflecting all attacks and sending them flying in all directions.
"Ah!" One of the disciples surrounding the test was unable to dodge in time and was hit by the rebounding attack. His figure suddenly flashed and disappeared.
One player is eliminated.
Sure enough, it was her in the pot!
You made the right bet.
The observer stroking his chin upon witnessing this scene remarked, "This technique for deflecting attacks seems familiar. Could it be that the person under the pot really is that young ancestor of the Dingsheng Sect?"
Others chimed in, "The three who escaped just now were moving at an incredible speed. How could the young master of the Dingsheng Sect have such speed? It's reasonable that he hid inside a protective magical artifact."
"That's not right," the sharp-witted cultivator retorted. "Wasn't she forbidden from using formations?"
As they spoke, another wave of attacks that were about to smash into the ashes of the iron pot on the projection stone was deflected again, but the wind generated by this attack swept away the ashes, and the dazzling golden light dimmed.
Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that the ground covered by the iron pot was densely covered with rings of talismans, and in the center of the talisman rings, a person with fiery red hair stood leisurely.
The man had one hand on his hip, and the other hand held a red paper talisman with burning ashes between two fingers.
“Guan Wangzhen?” The disciples surrounding the test immediately recognized his distinctive red hair.
The cultivators observing this scene were also very puzzled: "Where did he get these talismans? In the last level, he clearly said that he had used up all his remaining talismans, so how come he suddenly has hundreds of them again?"
Anyone who witnessed Guan Wangzhen's experiences in the previous two trials knows that since his magic was banned, Guan Wangzhen had been forcing his way through by wielding a multitude of talismans. Although everyone was secretly surprised that, as a magic cultivator, and one of the more powerful magic cultivators among the participating disciples, he used far too many talismans.
The other three disciples from the same sect did not use talismans as aggressively as he did.
However, it could also be interpreted as his personal preparation for a spiritual competition.
But where did he get so many talismans all of a sudden?
The questions remained unanswered, while the disciples involved in the trial continued their fight on the projected image without pause.
The outermost ring of talismans emitting golden light from Guan Wangzhen completely dimmed, and the opposing disciples seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack on Guan Wangzhen.
Standing in the center of the talisman circle, Guan Wangzhen raised two fingers holding a red talisman, swung them around, creating a strong wind that shattered the incoming attacks, and then roared as he charged toward the participating disciples standing in various places.
The gale gleamed with a silvery light that should belong to a sharp blade in the sunlight.
"That's a wind blade!" the observer exclaimed upon recognizing it.
Such wind blades, if not dodged in time, will surely leave one covered in wounds.
The disciples surrounding Guan Wangzhen seemed to be stunned for a moment, reacting slowly.
The next instant, the second layer of talismans surrounding Guan Wangzhen suddenly rose from the ground, spinning rapidly into a circle, rotating around Guan Wangzhen at high speed. The talisman circle in the air spun faster and faster, and the circle expanded larger and larger.
The slow-reacting disciples remained motionless.
“Something’s not right.” The cultivators on the observation platform noticed the problem.
"Bang!" In an instant, the gust of wind scattered the disciples who were surrounding Guan Wangzhen, and the disciples who were covered in wounds disappeared.
Only Guan Wangzhen remained, hands on hips, laughing arrogantly.
"That's an exaggeration."
"What did I see?"
In less than a moment, one person eliminated four of the participating disciples.
The cultivators on the observation platform rubbed their eyes repeatedly, unable to believe it.
"Wasn't he forbidden from using magic? What method did he just use?"
"Can a magician achieve this effect using only talismans? Which talisman master did he buy the talismans from?"
"This..." Not only did the ordinary viewers react strongly, but even the leaders of the first-class seats had their eyes flicker slightly.
The leader of the Fu Xiu Sect, Cang Jiudao, frowned as he stared at the talismans scattered around Guan Wangzhen's feet.
Zhu Shenglin, the head of the Zhu family and the leader of the group, sat down beside her and noticed her displeasure. He asked, "What's wrong?"
“If I’m not mistaken, this is clearly a triple talisman barrier.” Zang Jiudao, the leader of the team, responded to Zhu Shengli, but his gaze slowly shifted to Donglu Zhenren of Dingsheng Sect: “How would a magic cultivator know about talisman barriers that only talisman cultivators can use? And a triple talisman barrier at that?”
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"Wow, he actually managed a comeback from the brink of defeat. Could it be that the Dingsheng Sect has a chance now?" The cultivators watching the trial were still savoring the scene and talking excitedly.
People have already started searching for footage of the other three who escaped. One person pointed a finger and said, "I don't think it's going to work out. Look over there, they've caught up."
A fiery red figure stopped, her beautiful face as cold as frost, silently scrutinizing the Shen family disciples surrounding her.
Familiar faces emerged from among the Shen family disciples.
Chenningzhuang.
“Ningzhuang.” Shen Qingluo nodded in acknowledgment. Seeing that the person who should have been eliminated had reappeared in the competition, she was not surprised. “Which poor Shen family disciple has replaced this time?”
Shen Ningzhuang's face turned pale and then red. She ignored her sister's undisguised sarcasm and said stiffly, "The patriarch has ordered the arrest of Shen Qingluo, the rebellious daughter of the Shen family."
His gaze was icy: "Your military strategy is now forbidden, so why don't you surrender immediately?"
On the other side, a gray figure appeared on the projection screen.
Ji Mingran turned around and looked at Xiao Su Pavilion and Hong Qi Sect disciples, who were only ten meters away from him.
"Hey, I'm the lucky one. I managed to catch the weakest one." The Xiaosu Pavilion disciple whistled and grinned. "I heard you have incredible luck, getting to where you are today solely through luck. But that's all it takes."
"There's such a thing as incredible luck." Ji Mingran looked down and touched the cane tucked at his waist, then looked up and smiled back: "But I've always relied on my strength."
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