"Yes, Commander!"
Zhao Lin cheered up and responded loudly.
He is not afraid of competitions. He has been practicing martial arts for many years and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has experienced hundreds of battles. Competitions are as normal as eating and drinking, especially against such rare opponents as sword practitioners and physical practitioners.
The last time I turned down the sect's mission to hunt down the body cultivator, although I didn't regret it, I felt a little bit regretful. That was a good deed worth ten thousand yuan.
I just took this opportunity to weigh my physical fitness.
"Don't rush into agreeing. I'm sending you on the field not only for fighting spirit, but also to win the game."
Zhou Hongfang's expression was grim, "If you can come out on top, in addition to the original reward of good deeds and elixirs, I will personally give you another hundred spiritual stones."
Zhao Lin was greatly moved when he heard this. With these hundred spiritual stones, he could master a spell and still have some leftover.
At this time, a small voice sounded, but it was extremely firm: "Master, I want to compete with Junior Brother Zhao."
Everyone turned around and saw that it was Yun Jingda who was speaking.
Yun Jingda lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, his eyes flashing with reluctance.
"What, you're not convinced?"
Zhou Hongfang asked in a deep voice.
"No, I want to see Junior Brother Zhao's skills and be convinced."
Yun Jingda said it tactfully. Of course he was unwilling to give up this spot. Good deeds were only one aspect, and more importantly, his face.
And he does think he has the ability to fight Zhao Lin.
He holds three minor-level spells in his hand and is good at both offense and defense. Among the disciples who joined the sect in the same year, there are also fifth-level Qi refining practitioners. Except for Yue Shengluan, the other two are no match for him.
Zhao Lin is a good martial artist, but after all, he has only practiced for a year, so he has no chance of winning.
"Can!"
Zhou Hongfang readily agreed. He actually had this intention. A fight would at least convince the crowd and at the same time confirm Zhao Lin's strength.
"You two have a competition."
"Thank you so much, Commander!"
Yun Jingda breathed a sigh of relief and clenched his fist vigorously.
The martial artist is strong in close combat, so don't give him a chance to get close!
Let the Headmaster and the elders see clearly that you are the one who is qualified to fight!
Zhou Hongfang didn't say anything else. He took the initiative to walk to the eaves of the corridor on one side of the courtyard and stood with his hands behind his back.
Seeing this situation, the disciples also retreated to the corners of the courtyard, leaving the entire courtyard empty.
Spell competition requires far more space than a martial artist.
"Zhao Lin is a martial arts cultivator, do you think Yun Jingda has a chance?"
"Of course! What's wrong with Wu Xiu? As long as you don't let him get close and use long-range spells to block and contain him, isn't it a sure win?"
"I also think it's like a mortal ranger versus an infantryman, using kiting tactics to compete with him..."
Hearing the discussion of the disciples, Zhu Cong was a little worried and turned to ask Dong Lingcheng: "Senior Brother Dong, can Senior Brother Zhao win?"
Zhao Lin has been a martial artist for a year. Although he has the reputation of being a martial arts cultivator, he rarely shows off his martial arts. The last time he killed the katydid locust, he used a spell. Even Zhu Cong, Li Sancai and others with whom he has good relations do not know his true identity. strength.
"The martial arts competition and the magic competition are two different ways. As long as Junior Brother Zhao knows how to use his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, I believe he should be able to win."
Dong Lingcheng was not sure.
At this time, only Zhao Lin and Yun Jingda were left in the yard.
"Senior Brother Yun."
Zhao Lin bowed his hands in a salute and quickly rehearsed the tactics in his mind. Having experienced countless fights, he was able to remain calm and calm in the face of this kind of competition.
"Junior Brother Zhao."
Yun Jingda deliberately took a few steps around and came to the opposite side of Zhao Lin, intentionally or unintentionally increasing the distance between the two.
When fighting martial arts, distance is very important. The farther the distance, the longer time you have to cast spells.
Zhao Lin didn't care. If the distance between these few steps could determine victory or defeat, then encountering a stronger opponent would also mean defeat.
"let's start."
Zhou Hongfang waved his hand gently.
"Magic of magic!"
Yun Jingda immediately jumped back and cast a divine movement technique on himself.
Divine Movement is an agility spell that targets oneself but not others. After casting the spell, one will be as light as a swallow and move like a rabbit for a period of time, gaining extraordinary movement speed.
This was a strategy that Yun Jingda had thought up before the competition. If he used the attack spell first, if he missed a hit, it would be possible for Zhao Lin to get close and it would be difficult for him to get a chance to take action.
If you have the magic of magic, you can always keep a distance from Zhao Lin, attack when you advance, avoid when you retreat, and remain invincible.
The idea was good, but Zhao Lin's speed was beyond his expectation.
The skill of turning rain and clouds!
Zhao Lin's figure flashed, pulling out a series of shadows.
"So fast!"
"What kind of martial arts is this? It's faster than the magic of magic!"
The disciples let out a burst of exclamations.
Yun Jingda was shocked and jumped continuously. Not only did he not get away from Zhao Lin, but he got closer and closer.
He originally had an offensive spell in his hand, but seeing Zhao Lin following him like a shadow, he had to temporarily switch to a defensive spell.
Zhao Lin approached to a distance of ten feet, raised his arm, and punched a punch that was more than a thousand times heavier.
"Stone Roaring Fist!"
Yun Jingda's defensive spell was ready to go off, and he gave a light drink when he saw this.
"Wine-winding technique!"
Mu Xing's spiritual energy gathered crazily, and dozens of arm-thick vines appeared out of thin air, blocking the two people.
The simplest and fastest defensive spell is the aura shield, which comes and goes when you call it, but it is too passive to only defend but not attack.
The vine-winding technique, a wood-moving spell, can not only defend, but can also separate vines within a certain range to entangle the opponent, quickly turning defense into offense.
boom!
Under the heavy blow, more than a dozen vines shattered and flew into pieces, and the spell immediately showed signs of collapse.
The moonlight is like water, and the long bright stones on the pillars shine brightly.
One punch, two punches...three punches!
Yun Jingda's mind was so agitated that he couldn't find the spiritual power to control the vines to wrap around Zhao Lin.
Two attempts at kneading techniques failed.
There was no other reason. He had to gather all his spiritual power to maintain the vine-winding technique. If he used his spiritual power to cast the spell, Zhao Lin could break through the defense with one punch.
Despite this, when the vine-circling technique received the third punch, it finally couldn't hold on and collapsed!
The disciples were stunned. Every punch Zhao Lin punched seemed to hit their hearts.
Put yourself in someone else’s shoes, what would you do if you were in this situation?
escape? Can't escape!
Defend? Can't help it!
attack? Can't attack!
The spell dissipated and Yun Jingda turned around and ran away.
Zhao Lin was not in a hurry and punched from afar.
Tianshuang Fist!
I saw a thin line of white smoke spurting out, carrying a cold breath, and hit Yun Jingda's back.
Yun Jingda staggered and was about to fall down.
Zhao Lin rubbed his body and reached out to support him.
"Zhao...Junior Brother Zhao is awesome, I...are convinced."
Yun Jingda's teeth chattered as he spoke, and he sighed secretly, thinking: If he had used attack spells from the beginning, would the result have been better?
The disciples were stunned for a while, and no one said anything. Even Elder Wu, who was most familiar with Zhao Lin, looked surprised.
Zhao Lin ended the fight with only three punches, and the whole process took only a few breaths from start to finish.
"good."
Zhou Hongfang said lightly. (End of chapter)
