Chapter 343: Battle for Spirit Island - First Battle
In the world of cultivation, under normal circumstances, there are three types of people whose combat effectiveness far exceeds that of monks of the same level. One is those who are beyond ordinary obesity; the other is dwarfs who have never developed short stature; the third is those who are obviously born with disabilities.
It is very difficult for these monks to embark on the road of spiritual practice. The journey is quite arduous. In the process, their willpower is also trained. Whether it is spiritual consciousness or magic power, they are the best among the monks of the same level.
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Moreover, the techniques they practice are also quite rare, and the difficulty of practice is not low. Once they achieve success, they usually have some unexpected and strange effects, and their lethality is also quite powerful.
During the first round of competition, a fat man suddenly appeared who was obviously different from ordinary people and looked like Maitreya Buddha. It was really surprising.
There was another skinny man who looked like a stick with only bones left. He seemed like he might fall to death at any time with every step he took. Judging from the aura he gave off, he was also a formidable enemy that should not be underestimated.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the strongest has its own strong opponent. Today's battle must be quite exciting." Seeing this scene, Zhao Shoushou not only had no intention of shrinking, but instead felt eager to try.
Although he is always cautious when hunting monsters in the open sea and avoids all kinds of dangers as much as possible, this does not mean that he is afraid of fighting.
As a casual cultivator, there are very few opportunities to participate in an arena battle. Zhao Shoushou has always wanted to try this relatively ancient method.
Even if there is no today's battle for the Spirit Island, Zhao Shoushou must go to the arena of the South Emperor Gate to try it out. Fighting against strong enemies in such a small range is also very helpful in stimulating the potential of the monks.
"My surname is Liu Mingxiao, a native of Qingcong Island. My strength is limited. Please show mercy, fellow Taoist." The big fat man seemed to be a mortal without any cultivation, panting and saying with a smile on his face.
"Rogue cultivator Wu Wei, if you want to save your life, surrender immediately. The sword will draw blood when it is unsheathed. Don't make a mistake." The thin man's response was quite cruel.
The two people, one fat and one thin, are not only very different in body shape, but also completely different in temperament. However, the real situation is a matter of opinion.
"The first round of the battle for Calabash Island has officially begun." The monk who also served as the referee shouted loudly, and a transparent light mask slowly rose up, covering the entire arena tightly.
These seemingly simple light masks are uniformly arranged by the Nandi Sect's Golden Core Stage monks, and are sufficient to handle the battles of all Foundation Establishment Stage monks.
The "Yin Yin" mask had just fallen, but the fat man who was originally stumbling showed unprecedented agility. A dazzling cold light flashed across his waist and abdomen, and a large sword engraved with complex patterns and quite luxurious decorations had already broken through the air.
Pointing directly at Wu Wei's neck.
There is obviously a clear difference between this spiritual weapon and the ordinary broadsword shape. There is no handle when you look at it. The length of the blade is more than two meters, and the width at its thickest part is comparable to that of a fist.
When this special sword-shaped spiritual weapon appeared, the light it carried had already created a lot of movement. Judging from its power, ordinary spiritual weapons must be unstoppable.
"Hey, hey, you're going to die if you show off your sword in front of Old Wu." Wu Wei, a monk who was as skinny as a stick, didn't take it to heart at all.
His ten fingers were swung at the same time, and ten palm-sized knives shot out of the air, blocking the thick knives from different directions.
If you just look at the size of the spiritual weapons on both sides, they are not on the same level at all. The consequences of every movement and silence are very exciting.
The competition between the two monks on the stage will naturally not stop easily. Regardless of the outcome between the two sword-like spiritual weapons, one large and one small, it will not have much impact on the progress of the battle.
On the surface, the movement and influence between them are very large, but no matter from which aspect, this is just an initial test.
"Dang Dang Dang" said late and when it was late. In the blink of an eye, the spiritual tools on both sides had begun to contact positively. The first three small knives were easily flying like a mantis arm as a car. The only role that played was just the speed of delay the opponent.
However, starting from the fourth knife, the situation obviously began to change. Each knife can be struck at different positions. Starting from the eighth knife, the seemingly invincible broadsword was actually gradually repeled.
"Wu Daoyou is really good at it. He is so good at driving a flying knife. I admire him so much." For a moment, the smile on the fat man's face stopped for a moment, obviously he was not satisfied with the result.
Before he finished speaking, the remaining two flying knives, which still carried a lot of power, struck at his neck and Dantian respectively. Although he knew that his strong bow was at the end, he still could not underestimate him in the slightest.
But the fat man obviously didn't see it that way. When the flying knife struck, his stretched skin showed a strange red color.
Under the blessing of this special power, the soft skin became hard, and the second-level mid-grade flying knife was unable to break through its strong defense, leaving only two red marks in vain.
As the trial ended, the attack power of the two mid-stage foundation-building monks, one fat and one thin, continued to increase, and various means of suppressing the situation also appeared one after another.
For a time, there were all kinds of talismans, spiritual arts, array flags, spiritual beasts, etc., and all kinds of colorful lights burst out one after another.
Even with the defensive formations arranged by the Jindan monk himself, it was still unable to stop the violent explosions between the two sides. In a battle of this level, both sides had obviously reached a critical moment of victory.
In order to win the final victory as quickly as possible, the skinny monk Wu Wei of "Tweet" released a pair of second-order low-grade flying spiritual beasts, vultures that like to eat all kinds of rotten meat.
At this time, the fat man was panting and his face turned pale, and he seemed to be on the verge of failure. However, if you look carefully, a small bulge suddenly appeared on the originally hard ring under your feet and disappeared in a flash.
"It's true, it's true, it doesn't fall now, and when will the little baby come back quickly?" In just the blink of an eye, a look appeared on the face of the skinny monk who had been attacking fiercely like a sudden storm.
With a strange look on his face, he immediately fell dead on the ring.
After the fat man muttered a call, a pair of black mysterious shadows tightly wrapped around his arms, and a close battle ended in this strange way.
In the second battle, the two mid-stage foundation-building monks came from two small sects respectively. After a fierce battle, one of the monks from the Binjiang sect finally gained the upper hand.
"The third battle of the first round of Hululing Island begins." Just after noon, Zhao Shoushou had already appeared on the ring, and his opponent was a rare Buddhist monk.
I saw the monk opposite who was wearing Buddhist robes with a solemn look on his face and a very majestic Buddhist staff. He should be practicing in the Angry Eyes Vajra sect. I just don’t understand why a Buddhist monk who has always practiced asceticism would appear here.