Chapter 122 - The Battle of Spells Continues Please Subscribe

“Thank you, let’s first watch the match; we can chat after it’s over,”

Lai Jianlin, seeing that someone had already gone up to the martial platform to compete, watched the match while casting a Purification Magic on himself, feeling the residue of that medicine’s aroma on his body.

“Senior Brother speaks wisely,” Ding Ling was even more obedient to Lai Jianlin’s topic of conversation.

“Now let’s see how our junior brother and junior sister fare!”

Mo Wen said another word to someone else.

They didn’t chat while focusing on the match but observed meticulously how others responded to their opponents, learning more from the experience.

After several rounds of the elimination matches, they began drawing lots for the finals.

Lai Jianlin and Ding Ling were still to compete, and the two of them went to draw lots together.

Mo Wen could only watch them draw lots with envy and observe their matches.

This time Lai Jianlin drew the first lot.

The crowd had thinned considerably; there were only five rounds in the finals.

The victor of this final would have the chance to advance to a higher level—it all depended on whether you had the opportunity.

One could be taken as a Direct Disciple by an Elder or a Peak Master and participate in the next round of Direct Disciple competitions.

After the Direct Disciple competition, the outstanding would be selected for the great Immortal Sect tournament.

Everyone was aiming for this objective, and besides that goal, there were prizes for this match.

For example, the current final victory was rewarded with Magical Treasures and Pills Spirit Stones.

Lai Jianlin drew the first lot and went to the fourth martial platform, leaping onto it.

Ding Ling drew the second lot and waited below to watch.

The one who had just competed against Mo Wen and was now going up to the martial platform with Lai Jianlin had realized upon drawing lots he would face someone much stronger than himself.

The junior brother furrowed his brow and steeled himself as he stepped onto the martial platform, deciding he couldn’t just concede before the fight even started and become a coward.

Perhaps he could still win against the odds; the only concern was that he had used too many of his Magical Treasures in the previous match, and he no longer had the same abundant resources.

He could only hope his spells would carry him to victory.

Stepping onto the platform, he sought to seize the initiative by using an Ice Spell against his opponent, summoning an Ice Sword and ice axe to strike down at Lai Jianlin.

Lai Jianlin dumped out the earth and sand from his Storage Bag and the ring on his stomach, casting Golden Magic – a golden mountain appeared alongside chunks of gold stones forming a wall, and the golden sand hurled towards the assailant.

The Ice Sword and ice axe only made it halfway before being blocked by the golden wall, merely carving holes in it that were quickly sealed by the golden sand.

The junior brother recognized the severity of the situation; his Spiritual Energy was no match for the senior brother’s.

He launched Talisman towards the golden wall.

Lai Jianlin scattered a handful of seeds that grew into Soaring Trees.

He flew up along one of them to gain higher ground, utilizing the roots, leaves, and branches as projectiles aimed at his opponent, all trees spinning except for the one he was currently climbing.

The other trees revolved like windmills towards his adversary, leaving him no place to hide.

The junior brother cast an area-wide Ice Spell, snowflakes drifting down from high above, quickly covering the martial platform in thick snow.

He shaped the snow on the ground into an ice wall for defense.

Soaring Trees struck the ice wall, “bang, bang” making the wall shatter and scatter all over the platform.

Leaves, branches, and roots struck the junior brother like blades.

The junior brother formed another circle of Spiritual Energy in front of himself, which acted as protection from the rain, yet his movements were just a temporary resistance, as his Spiritual Power wasn’t as high as the opponent’s.

He launched a barrage of Ice Swords at the opponent, while also having to dodge branches, roots, and leaves.

Lai Jianlin scattered a handful of tree grease, solidifying the busy Ice Swords.

He unleashed a Fire Spirit Talisman, and with a “bang bang,” the greased ice exploded under the fire, sending flames and fireworks up into the sky on the Martial Platform.

Several Soaring Trees caught fire, spinning towards the opponent as they burned.

The burning trees’ attacks intensified, and in the midst of dodging, the junior brother’s robe accidentally caught fire and began to burn.

He took off his robe, preventing the fire from reaching his body, and stood frozen for a moment.

And in that moment, a mountain of gold pinned him down, trapping him beneath it and binding him with branches, flinging him off the Martial Platform in an instant.

With that, the competition ended.

Lai Jianlin retracted his Spells after the opponent fell from the Martial Platform and then leapt off himself.

The now robe-less junior brother, who wore a golden hue as befit a wealthy family’s son, rapidly performed a Purification Magic on himself, blushing as he drew a new set of clothes from his Storage Bag and put them on.

But he held no grudge or anger.

Competing against a senior brother who had higher Cultivation was expected to be tough, and managing to hold his ground for a while was already quite an achievement!

Ignoring the mocking glances from others, he kept on watching the competition, albeit with a tinge of regret for not making it into the ranks of the Direct Disciples.

“Mr.

Nanmen, haha, I didn’t expect someone as rich as you to fail to win the final round.”

The one called Mr.

Nanmen, mocked by the other, took it as expected, as he was usually high-profile, with gold to show for it!

He had a group of followers who had swarmed around him before the competition; now that he lost, they had scampered to the side.

I don’t need you followers to live, do I?

This young master simply lost one competition, there will be other chances in the future.

Instead, it was an eye-opener to see the true colors of these people.

The one who mocked Mr.

Nanmen, seeing him unresponsive before the gaze of many, didn’t feel it was appropriate to say more, and forced a smile while watching the subsequent matches.

Ding Ling stepped onto the platform for her match.

She had won her previous match, and her current opponent did not dare to underestimate her.

He didn’t hold back because she was a female practitioner, vying to seize the initiative as soon as he stepped on stage.

Ding Ling had the same thought, and they made their moves at the same time.

She summoned an Ice Spell, while a fan was in her hand.

As snowflakes fell, the fan’s strong wind hurled all the snowflakes at her opponent.

The man countered with Fire Spells, using a Y-shaped tool simultaneously.

The flames rushed towards the snowflakes, and the wind-blown snow only made the flames more vigorous.

The snow turned into puddles under the flames’s heat.

The man kept unleashing flames, clashing with Ding Ling’s snow, one side of the stage covered in ice, the other in fire, with ice and fire colliding in the middle, fizzing continuously.

Ding Ling cast even more powerful Ice Swords and Ice Blades, which struck hard at her opponent with the help of the fan’s forceful wind.

The man used flames and the Y-shaped tool relentlessly to defend himself.

Their battle was not only about Magical Treasures and Spells, but also a contest of Spiritual Power.

Ding Ling felt her Spiritual Power depleting rapidly.

She knew that this match was just going through the process, and competing against a male practitioner in terms of strength was a bit forced.

She was aware of her weakness but still had to put up a fight whether she won or lost, just to go through the process.

How can one know if it’s impossible without trying?

Cross-boundary matches are not unheard of, it’s just that she wasn’t as lucky this time, facing a male practitioner whose Fire Spells countered hers.