Chapter 128 - Intense Please Subscribe

On the second Martial Platform, a disciple, aside from his flying sword attacks, scattered some seeds on the ground.

The seeds grew into vine trees studded with thorns.

The vines shot towards his opponent, attempting to bind him.

Luo Yaxuan unleashed Thunderous Lightning and Gale Magic, causing the opponent’s vines to sway wildly as thunder and lightning struck both the flying sword and the vines.

The green vines burned as they were struck by the lightning, and the electrified flying sword turned red hot as the fierce winds scattered its light.

That disciple almost got hurt by his own weapon due to the counterattack.

His cultivation level was not as high as Luo Yaxuan’s, and this was a form of being overpowered.

Having already issued a challenge earlier, he had no choice but to respond with full force, exerting all his strength and power.

This caused his Spiritual Power to deplete even faster, turning the fight into a war of attrition.

Sweat poured down the disciple’s face as he panted heavily, and his spells became progressively less powerful.

Luo Yaxuan, on the other hand, appeared relaxed, as if he were merely playing with the disciple.

Noticing that the time was right, he no longer toyed with him and wielded his wind and thunder spells even more fiercely.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

The disciple, who was battered by the fierce winds, could not keep his footing steady.

Struck by a bolt of lightning without even a chance to cry out, he was knocked unconscious on the spot, his robes and hair turning black.

The Array of the Martial Platform transported the unconscious disciple away from the stage.

The watching disciples couldn’t help but cringe for him, looking at Luo Yaxuan who coolly jumped off the Martial Platform.

The once amiable Gentleman transformed into a tyrannical bully in an instant, a change too drastic to comprehend.

In the Cultivation World, strength reigned supreme.

Luo Yaxuan gained even more admiration and applause from his fans.

Some disciples who had yet to compete dared not challenge him anymore.

The Golden Core Elders watching from above, including his own master, nodded in approval, recognizing the potential in the disciple he had taken in.

Luo Yaxuan returned to his spot.

The first round of the competition came to an end, and the second round was about to begin.

“Luo Yaxuan is really strong, isn’t he!” Fan Dingding remarked.

Not having been pitted against him in the first round, many were lucky.

They still had the chance to compete again, and it would be great to have a match between the strong if they met in the finals.

“Hmph, he just happened to face the weakest that’s all,”

Bi Renchuan admitted admiration in his heart but never spared anyone with his words.

“Right, I hope we get a chance to spar next time.”

Luo Yaxuan smiled indifferently.

His follower, a chef, cheered loudly from afar while watching, joined by other disciples who admired Luo Yaxuan.

Luo Yaxuan became an idol-like figure in this Immortal Sect competition.

Without doing much, a simple look or smile from him was enough to comfort and encourage many.

After the elimination rounds were over, it was time for the finals.

Luo Yaxuan, Bi Renchuan, Fan Dingding, and a few others who had won went up to draw lots.

After drawing his lot, Luo Yaxuan went up to the Martial Platform to compete, drawing the first round again.

Sharing the stage with him was Bi Renchuan, who had inwardly shown respect but was outwardly merciless.

At that moment, his face looked exceedingly gloomy.

Having previously wanted to challenge Luo Yaxuan, he couldn’t help but shudder at the thought of drawing the same fate as the disciple struck by a thunderstrike.

“Luo Yaxuan, I’m not afraid of you.

Go ahead and use your best moves,” he said.

Bi Renchuan felt a tremble in his heart, but his mouth still showed an unwillingness to admit defeat.

“Sure will,” Luo Yaxuan still smiled gently, his robe fluttering gracefully on the stage, exuding the poise of a genteel gentleman.

Once he stood on the stage, both male and female disciples below were captivated by his charm.

Bi Renchuan first unleashed the Wind Fire Wheel, a magical treasure capable of spitting fire and flying.

He leaped onto the Wind Fire Wheel which spewed jets of flame, hurling them toward Luo Yaxuan.

Luo Yaxuan continued to use his Gale Magic and Thunder and Lightning Spell, the gale blowing the incoming attack askew.

This gale could also launch an offensive, with winds striking the opponent like piercing needles.

Thunderous Lightning struck at the opponent, the fierce assault forcing Bi Renchuan to constantly dodge and defend.

Bi Renchuan knew that Luo Yaxuan’s spells were too fierce.

Using the Wind Fire Wheel, he continuously dodged the accumulating storms and gales.

He also conjured a wall of fire in front of him, the gale striking it and producing a hissing sound as the flames grew more intense.

The flames emitted by Bi Renchuan couldn’t hit his opponent.

The opponent’s Wind Magic was too formidable, leaving his fire without so much as a sense of harm.

Instead, it was his opponent’s lightning and gales that he had to continually evade to avoid ending up like the previous disciple, struck by lightning and knocked unconscious.

Fire and lightning had somewhat a supportive relationship, yet the opponent’s Wind Magic was its bane, causing his flames to unleash with little power.

The flames aimed at the opponent, reflected back, made Bi Renchuan feel a sense of heat.

Though as a Fire Spirit Root practitioner, he wasn’t afraid of heat, he still felt sweaty from his own spell’s heat.

Bi Renchuan felt miserably frustrated; wasn’t this type of battle just a one-sided massacre?

He then pulled out various talismans from his Storage Bag, including Ice and Fire Talismans.

For the sake of pride, he recklessly threw the talismans one after another.

Luo Yaxuan cast a defensive move for himself, conjuring a Spirit Energy Wall to ward off the incoming talismans.

It wasn’t that he lacked resources; his Thunder and Wind Magic were more than enough for his opponent to handle, so he didn’t want to waste them.

Let’s see how he handles the might of the Thunder God’s Wrath!

“Boom, boom, boom”

The sound of talismans clashing with lightning echoed around their Martial Platform.

To the external spectators, all that was visible amidst the flashing lightning, radiant fires, and indistinguishable figures were streaks of flames flickering haphazardly.

Bi Renchuan was incessantly dodging; his Wind Fire Wheel already activated to its fastest, nimbly avoiding each thunderbolt.

The talismans he had conjured were unable to harm the opponent, while the opponent’s Lightning Spells became increasingly ferocious, instilling in him a sense of powerlessness, and an overwhelming feeling of despair.

Internally cursing his bad luck, he wondered why he had to encounter Luo Yaxuan, his nemesis.

His previous confidence was shattered by the repeated failed attacks.

Bi Renchuan at this moment had lost his usual debonair demeanor, his face blackened, his white robe turned dark with several large holes torn by the opponent’s fierce winds.

Amidst the flames and fierce winds, Luo Yaxuan’s figure was unclear, but Bi Renchuan continued to attack based on instinct.

Luo Yaxuan pounded his opponent with relentless attacks; his white garment remained immaculate, not even a hair out of place despite the impact of the match.

He attempted a powerful gust with his Wind Magic, executing a spell against Bi Renchuan with both hands.

The thunder and lightning atop the Martial Platform ceased, but the Gale Magic struck fiercely.

Standing on the Wind Fire Wheel, Bi Renchuan was blown about haphazardly by the gales.

As the gales hit the Wind Fire Wheel, his body became unsteady, and he toppled out of the air towards the edge of the Martial Platform.