Chapter 428 Lost Very Smoothly
At the Lingwu Conference venue, the final competition was a ring battle.
But at this moment, the atmosphere was filled with sorrow and sadness. Everyone in the room was furious, yet silent.
Bang! Mo Lin fell heavily to the edge of the ring.
He struggled to get up, one hand tightly grasping the hilt of the long sword that had long been unsheathed.
"I suggest you give up now."
If someone was present, they would be able to see that this man looks exactly like Kaiyang from the formation master competition.
Mo Lin raised his eyes and took a deep breath, "Give up? Why give up?"
"You practiced the Hidden Sword. The moment you drew your sword and didn't knock me down, you had already lost." The man smiled faintly, "I don't care about the championship, I just want to meet the strongest person before."
"So as long as you don't admit defeat, I will keep fighting, and you will still be the one who gets hurt."
Mo Lin slowly stood up, "I haven't lost yet."
"You are no longer qualified since you accidentally seriously injured a civilian who strayed into the attack while killing a large number of demons."
"Our strength is not in killing, but in protecting." He stood at the edge of the ring and raised his sword again, "So, I will not lose, and you will never win."
"I'm not a cultivator of murder." The man said, shaking his head. "You can't win, so you start talking nonsense?"
Ni Jinxuan was on another stage, looking at the man dressed as a boy in front of her, holding a whip. Her eyes, which used to be bright, had lost their luster due to the injury.
"Losing is not an option. How can you rely on yourself? You have strength but only brute force! You are far behind me!"
The ground of the arena where the two men fought was clearly reinforced with a powerful formation, but it was covered with gravel and deep pits. A complete stone slab had long been shattered into pieces, and it was obvious at a glance that it was caused by a single blow from fists and whips.
Ni Jinxuan jumped up again and was about to clash with her fists again, but the next moment, a long whip chopped off the boy's back.
The boy had anticipated this, and he dodged by moving forward. Unexpectedly, this happened exactly as Ni Jinxuan had expected.
But the already soiled apricot-colored skirt fell into the air again, just brushing past the fist, and one end of the long whip fell into her hand again. She pulled it back with force, just enough to wrap around the person who dodged to the side.
The boy also tightly grasped the Yunpo Whip, trying to pull the person on the ground up.
Ni Jinxuan stood firmly in the deep pit, recalling what Lin Du had told her about the best angle and position to exert force, and threw the man to the edge of the ring.
The boy was thrown to the edge and tried to stand up with the help of a pillar, but was thrown to the other side by Ni Jinxuan.
The boy quickly cast a Thousand Jin Curse on himself, but seeing that Ni Jinxuan was not affected at all, he became anxious.
Everyone saw Ni Jinxuan restraining the boy tightly with a whip, swinging the boy back and forth, over and over again, forward and backward, left and right, making him into a big pendulum that was spinning in circles in the air.
"No! Put me down!!! I'm going to faint!! I'm going to puke!!"
"Put me down!" the boy yelled, "I give up! I give up!"
Ni Jinxuan used her spiritual consciousness to control the tail of the whip, and saw the boy being thrown out like a meteor.
The monk who had just been carried back and forth by the boy burst into thunderous applause.
As luck would have it, thanks to Ni Jinxuan's prayer, the trajectory of the arrow just hit another arena where a fight was still going on.
The boy felt dizzy and before he could use his spiritual power to control himself, he bumped heavily into the side of his master.
If the boy had been heading towards the arena before, he would not have been disturbed, after all, every arena has a protective shield. But Mo Lin was beaten too hard, and the cultivator directly destroyed the protective shield of the arena. Now the boy, who was hit by the Thousand Jin Curse, was hit in the lumbar spine.
Mo Lin was fighting with the monk and had not yet reacted to what was happening on the other side, but his body's fighting instincts reacted subconsciously. The sword energy suddenly surged, thunder roared, and he rushed towards the other side with fangs and claws like a thunder dragon, blasting both of them off the stage.
The brother and sister cooperated very smoothly without realizing it, and threw the master and servant away.
This master and servant lost very smoothly.
The audience was silent for a moment, and then burst into applause and cheers.
“Yeah!!”
"It's his fault! It's his fault!!!"
Mo Lin turned around and met Ni Jinxuan's smiling face. He raised his fist and bumped her in the air, then laughed.
Although the way these two lost was somewhat dramatic, everyone could hear the provocation between the master and servant. Although they were proven to be not evil, they still seemed too arrogant and intended to provoke.
The monk presiding over the match deliberately put on a stern face, "Although this was an accident, since he has already stepped off the stage, the match is over. It is clear that the two sides cannot continue this match."
The man's expression quickly softened. "It's just that he can't compete anymore. But I can. I want to challenge the strongest among you."
Ni Jinxuan had already reacted. She held the disciple token at her waist and asked, "Then tell me, who do you want to challenge?"
The monk looked at Ni Jinxuan, "The strongest person in Dongming Realm."
Ni Jinxuan listened to the sound coming from the disciple token and thought to herself, as expected.
Junior Master is indeed very good at predicting things.
This is directed at those people in their sect who have almost never appeared in the world.
"Just now, I competed with this person and I have already brought our cultivation to the same level, but this does not mean that my strength will be at that level in the future. I don't want to take the title of the champion, I just want a chance."
Seeing this, Ni Jinxuan followed Lin Du's instructions and shouted, "Then go and swear an oath of heaven and duel."
The monk was helpless upon hearing this. Wasn't his meaning very obvious?
According to the rules of the Lingwu Conference, only the winner is eligible to challenge the previous champions.
But this person is confusing the point.
"To swear a duel, both parties must be present. If the great master doesn't come out, how can I duel?"
"You can learn from them and wait at the gate of our Supreme Sect." Ni Jinxuan said innocently, "Aren't you very powerful? You can even break into the gate and break the mountain protection formation."
Mo Lin: Isn't this the intimate little cotton-padded jacket of Junior Master Uncle? It suddenly leaked, right?
The man looked a little strange, "Is it enough to break the mountain protection formation?"
"Of course not." Ni Jinxuan smiled and said in a clear voice, "Our mountain protection formation gathers the power of heaven and earth. If you try to break it by force, it will also trigger thunder."
Although I don't know why high-level monks are afraid of heavenly thunder, but since my junior uncle asked me to lead it to the Heavenly Dao, then I will do so!
As expected, the monk frowned slightly.
Who knew that just as everyone was in a stalemate, a strong aura descended from afar at an extremely fast speed.
On the other side, Lin Du suddenly realized something and looked at the barren sandy wilderness ahead.
"You want to find me?"
A purple figure descended, and the man who had been hidden from the world for a long time reappeared in front of the crowd. All the spectators who were originally sitting stood up.
"Is... is it the Immortal Lord Lintuan?"
"It is indeed the Immortal Lord Lintuan!"
At the formation competition venue, another dark figure descended.
Without waiting for anyone to speak, he looked at Lin Du and asked, "What did you do? You blew up the stadium with a smell of smoke?"
Lin Du greeted him lazily, "Hey, you're here, old man. Look at what you said, how is that possible?"
Yan Ye stared at Lin Du.
"It's just like using a cupping jar on Mother Earth. What's the problem?" Lin Du was very calm.
Yan Ye scanned it with his consciousness, "Your formation?"
Lin Du nodded, "My formation."
The master and the disciple were talking to themselves, not paying attention to the discussions around them. The two of them were suspended in the air, one blue and one dark. One had white hair fluttering in the air, the other had it tied neatly. They were calm and composed, laughing at the world.
At that moment, someone suddenly understood why Yan Ye only accepted Lin Du as his disciple in his life.
What does it mean? The flame never goes out, passed down from master to disciple.