my practice game

Chapter 118 Another Compound Spiritual Art

The game continues.

The seventh group of participating students stepped onto the ring.

The chatter in the square has subsided a lot, but until Lin Ze returned to his seat and sat down, he could still feel many eyes secretly looking at him.

One of them came from Chen Muzhen who was beside him.

The girl seemed to be acquainted with him for the first time, and frequently cast shocking and unspeakable glances at him.

The formidable power shown by the red thorns just now also shocked her. She didn't expect Lin Ze's self-created compound spirit to be so powerful.

Of course Lin Ze could sense Chen Muzhen's gaze, but he didn't care, and turned his attention to the battle in the arena.

Not long after he came down, it was soon Wang Xian's turn to play, and his opponent was a second-level spiritualist.

It seems that under the influence of Lin Ze, Wang Xian also used the green thorns spirit technique this time, condensing more than a dozen spiritual thorns, and was extremely flexible. He actually directly bypassed the opponent's light wall and rushed towards other side.

That student frequently used low-level spiritual techniques to crush the incoming spiritual thorns, and at the same time tried his best to dodge. However, there were too many spiritual thorns, and he was tied into a rice dumpling in the end, and he had no choice but to admit defeat.

I don't know if it was Lin Ze's illusion, but before leaving the ring, Wang Xian seemed to cast a glance at him, which was quite scrutinizing.

After the third round, there were only eight players left in Group A, and the fourth round began.

Lin Ze played in the second round, and his opponent was a student named Chen Bicheng.

"Chen Bicheng is a second-level spiritualist, but his strength ranks among the top among the second-level students. He is especially good at armor spirituality. You have to be careful!" Chen Muzhen flipped through the booklet and explained the opponent's intelligence to Lin Ze.

The defensive power of Bingjia Spiritual Art is at the top of the list of high protection spiritual arts, even higher than Light Wall and Barrier. Red Thorn can break through Barrier, but it may not be able to break through Armor. It can be said that it is quite restrained.

"Don't worry." Lin Ze responded lightly, and just as the first match was over, he got up and left his seat and walked towards the ring.

At the same time as he stepped onto the ring, Chen Bicheng also stood opposite him. He squinted his eyes slightly and stared at Lin Ze solemnly, apparently regarding him as a strong enemy.

Lin Ze, on the other hand, still had a calm expression on his face.

Unsurprisingly, the difference in expression between the two attracted discussions among the students in the audience.

"Looking at His Highness Lin Ze's appearance, he seems very confident that he can win this game."

"I don't think so. Chen Bicheng's Bingjia Lingshu is particularly powerful. Even Wang Xian is not as good at him. He can definitely block those flames and thorns."

"Also, look at His Highness Lin Ze, who only used one compound spirit spell from beginning to end, and most of them only know this one spirit spell. In that case, it will not be easy to defeat Chen Bicheng!"

Amidst the hustle and bustle of discussion, the game began soon.

As everyone expected, Chen Bicheng condensed his armor immediately.

The armor with the color of cold steel covered the whole body in an instant, and the thick and solid texture came out through the body, showing to everyone that it was indestructible.

But Lin Ze still started with the red thorns, and with a wave of his palm, five thorns burning with fiery flames burst out of the ground, coiled and twisted and rushed towards Chen Bicheng, and rushed to Chen Bicheng in the blink of an eye. Pumped out.

boom!
In an instant, Chen Bicheng was like a cannonball, and fell to the ground at a very high speed, blasting dust all over the sky. However, when the dust dispersed, everyone took a closer look and found that Chen Bicheng had stood up, and the armor on his body was still in good condition, but there were large cracks left on it.

However, with the input of spiritual power, the cracks on the armor quickly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they recovered in the blink of an eye.

"really!"

"It's really blocked!"

"His Royal Highness Lin Ze is in trouble!"

The students watching the battle burst into an uproar.

As long as Chithorn cannot break the armor immediately, with Chen Bicheng's spiritual power supplement, the armor can be restored to its original state in an instant. In this way, Chen Bicheng is almost invincible, and the balance of victory and defeat has been tilted towards him .

Looking back at Lin Ze, it is clear that the situation is not very good.

"Oops!" Chen Muzhen had a worried look on his pretty face.

Various discussions came to his ears, but Lin Ze didn't care, and continued to manipulate the red thorns to attack Chen Bicheng.

The defense of the armor far exceeds that of ordinary steel armor, but it does not have the weight of ordinary armor. It is as light as nothing, and it will become a burden for the spiritualist. However, Chen Bicheng himself is not fast, and he is overtaken by the red thorns again and again, flying like a sandbag. fall.

Although the damage caused by the red thorns would be repaired in an instant, Chen Bicheng was extremely aggrieved, so depressed that he was about to vomit blood.

Finally seized the opportunity to release a Minglun, but was blocked by Lin Ze's control of the red thorn.

Amidst the deafening explosion, a red thorn and the Ming chakra died together, turning into particles of light and dissipating.

With one red thorn missing, Chen Bicheng's pressure suddenly eased, his eyes lit up, and he saw the opportunity to crush all the remaining red thorns.

Without the five red thorns of 'Mad Demon Luan Wu', the arena suddenly became much more empty.

Chen Bicheng heaved a sigh of relief, stopped, looked at Lin Ze, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, admit defeat."

Lin Ze glanced at him in surprise: "Isn't it too early to say such things?"

After the words fell, he raised his hand slightly, and immediately five red thorns flashed, swaying slowly around his body.

Seeing this scene, Chen Bicheng frowned slightly, and persuaded him: "Why bother, Your Highness, although your compound spirituality is powerful, it can't break my armor at all, but my Minglun can crush your flame thorns, two phases In comparison, you have no hope of winning at all, so you might as well just admit defeat now, so as not to get hurt later!"

"Confidence is a good thing." Lin Ze smiled and shook his head.

Seeing this, Chen Bicheng realized that Lin Ze didn't intend to give up the fight, and he couldn't help feeling slightly annoyed, planning to make him suffer later.

The battle broke out again, the five red thorns roared and tore through the air, and with the blazing heat wave, they rushed towards Chen Bicheng fiercely like a flame dragon. hit.

However, this time the red thorns did not knock him into the air, but bound him tightly like a chain, his hands and feet were almost bound so that he could not move.

The scorching flames made the armor sizzling, constantly wearing away the armor.

Chen Bicheng frowned slightly, but he didn't panic. With armor guards, he could still perform spiritual spells. Breaking the shackles of the red thorns was just a matter of effort. If Lin Ze wanted to rely on this trick to wear down his armor, That would be the wrong idea.

He was about to use a spiritual technique to break through the red thorns, when he suddenly felt a sudden surge of spiritual power in the arena, looked up in surprise, and was surprised to find that Lin Ze had moved again.

While the spiritual power was stirring, he opened his palms and aimed at Chen Bicheng's direction, his thoughts moved slightly, and countless ripples rippled in the void behind him in an instant, twelve circular ripples appeared in an instant, and twelve blazes were stabbed out of them to ignite. A weapon that exudes sharpness and blazing heat.

This scene made Chen Bicheng stunned on the spot.

There was an immediate uproar in the audience.

"Thousand Blade Spirit Art!"

"Another advanced spirit technique!"

"What advanced spiritual art! Didn't you see those flames? It's a compound spiritual art of quasi-element and Wanren!"

Shocking emotions spread across most of the square in a blink of an eye. No one expected that Lin Ze had mastered the Bingjia Spiritual Art, and based on this, he fused with the quasi-element to create another compound spiritual art.

Originally, I thought Lin Ze's talent could be called a monster, but now it seems that it is more or less described as a monster.

When he came back to his senses, Chen Bicheng's face immediately turned gray.

He won't be able to break free from the shackles of the red thorns for a while. If he is attacked by high-level spiritual arts under such circumstances, the armor that is resisting the attack of flames will undoubtedly be unable to defend against it.

What's more, what Lin Ze used was still a compound spirit technique, an enhanced version of the Ten Thousand Blades.

The green thorns of the guarding system are already so terrifying after being strengthened, and the power of the ten thousand blades of the attacking system is strengthened, just thinking about it makes people shudder.

Chen Bicheng didn't want to try the power of this move at the cost of injury, he sighed inwardly, and resolutely admit defeat.

"Lin Ze wins!"

After the referee announced the result, there was another commotion in the auditorium. Lin Ze didn't realize it, and walked off the ring under the shocked and awe-inspiring eyes of everyone.

Back on his seat, Lin Ze once again felt Chen Muzhen's scrutinizing eyes, and couldn't help turning his head to look, and said with a smile: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

The girl was startled slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, leaned over her head and asked in a low voice: "How many kinds of spiritual arts have you mastered?"

According to her original guess, Lin Ze should have mastered three kinds of spiritual arts, including Bingjia and Green Thorns. The two of them had taken the courses of these two spiritual arts together, so they naturally knew.

But in today's big competition, Lin Ze successively demonstrated three kinds of spiritual skills, green thorns, quasi-elements, and ten thousand blades, plus four types of armor, and there may be more.

"Five." Lin Ze replied simply, without any intention of concealing it.

"Five, five?" Chen Muzhen's eyes widened, and his small mouth opened slightly.

God is pitiful, she has only mastered four kinds of spiritual arts for about a year after entering school, and two of them are low-level spiritual arts. This gap is too big.

Lin Ze saw Chen Muzhen's expression and didn't say much.

Even if 50% of the effect of spiritual practice is removed, the speed at which he masters spiritual arts is estimated to be faster than most spiritual masters in the royal court world. This is the advantage brought by player status, and the speed of strength improvement Flattery can't keep up.

The fourth round ended quickly, and Wang Xian also successfully advanced without any surprises.

After resting for half an hour, the fifth round immediately ushered in. Lin Ze was the first to play, and his opponent was a second-tier student. He defeated the opponent without much effort and won.

The same is true for Wang Xian, easily defeating his opponent.

At this point, only Lin Ze and Wang Xian were left in the entire Group A, and the finals within the group began. According to regulations, only the winners could qualify and continue to compete for the top position.

The two stepped onto the ring at the same time, stood facing each other, and looked up at each other.

(End of this chapter)