Boom!Just as Lin Zhengren was about to use his Dao technique on Zhang Linchuan...
Zhang Linchuan exploded.
This is not an exaggeration, but an objective description.
The thunder that had been brewing within him for who knows how long finally erupted.
His hair stood on end, his body blackened and charred, and sparks of electricity flickered around him.
Correspondingly, Lin Zhengren, who was almost touching him, was also affected immediately and was blasted away. He twitched and convulsed on the ground.
This was the first time that Lin Zhengren had been in such a sorry state since he entered the battle.
The cause of this effect was a Dao technique of the second-rank upper-grade, Thunder Strike.
What people did not expect was that Zhang Linchuan's target for this attack was himself, not Lin Zhengren.
When Lin Zhengren interrupted his first-rank Dao technique, Zhang Linchuan did not try to maintain it. Instead, he immediately activated the instant Dao technique that was inscribed in the Tongtian Palace and attacked himself.
This was undoubtedly a very risky and even crazy move. If Lin Zhengren had not chosen to attack him at close range and if his speed was slightly slower, Zhang Linchuan would most likely have become the only cultivator in this Three Cities Dao Competition to lose to his own Dao technique.
He would have become a laughing stock in the entire arena.
Fortunately, he won the bet and won himself a nearly imperceptible chance of victory.
Thunder Strike dealt damage twice, but Lin Zhengren was still only at the initial stage of the sixth-rank and had not reached the peak in all aspects. Zhang Linchuan, who had been practicing thunder techniques for a long time, had recovered a few breaths earlier than expected.
Zhang Linchuan quickly used his hand seals and was about to seize this fleeting opportunity to completely defeat his opponent.
But suddenly, his face changed.
He found that the Tongtian Palace was empty!
This Dao technique could not be completed.
It was only then that he noticed that there was a semi-transparent small grass growing about five steps in front of him, swaying in the wind.
He recognized it as the Yin Yuan Grass, a third-rank low-grade Dao technique.
Its effect was to increase the consumption of Dao Yuan within its influence range.
The disadvantage was that it did not distinguish between friend and foe.
However, Lin Zhengren had already opened the door of heaven and earth and could receive the replenishment of the heaven and earth's elemental energy at any time. Zhang Linchuan, on the other hand, was still in front of the door of heaven and earth and could only rely on the Dao Yuan reserves in the Tongtian Palace to fight.
One, two, three... Zhang Linchuan's face became increasingly ugly as he counted. Unbeknownst to him, Lin Zhengren had planted a total of nine Yin Yuan Grass in the battlefield. If it weren't for Thunder Strike's interruption, he would have planted even more.
Although he had a huge advantage and victory was within reach, Lin Zhengren still laid down such a tactic.
What a cautious and prudent guy!
Under the guidance of the nine Yin Yuan Grass, Zhang Linchuan's Dao Yuan had been completely depleted.
His chance of victory flickered and vanished.
Lin Zhengren recovered and leaped up.
"I lost." Zhang Linchuan said hoarsely.
He had no argument for his defeat and, of course, would not give Lin Zhengren the opportunity to torture him.
Fenglin City missed the chance to win three consecutive victories and the most important spot to enter the National Dao Academy.
But no one in the arena blamed Zhang Linchuan.Throwing the thunder punishment onto himself was an extremely brutal act.
Moreover, this was such a guy who cared so much about his image and demeanor. Looking at his charred appearance at the moment, who could say he didn't try his best?
Even Dong A didn't say anything. He couldn't say that this disciple didn't try his best.
In fact, for Zhang Linchuan, he did have a chance just now. As long as he was willing to break down a Dao cycle, he could temporarily gain a large amount of Dao elements, and then seize the opportunity to defeat Lin Zhengren.
But if he did that, even if he won the battle, he would be reduced to the eighth realm of cultivation, and would stagnate here for the rest of his life.
What was the point of entering the National Dao Academy like that?
Although the honor of the Maple Forest City Dao Academy was important, he couldn't risk his own future.
The referee announced the result.
The top scholar of the Three Cities' Dao Contest for five years was Lin Zhengren, a sixth realm cultivator of the Soaring Dragon Realm from the Wangjiang City Dao Academy.
Next year, he would be a new student of the National Dao Academy, with a bright future ahead of him.
The Maple Forest City won two secondary top scholars, which was not bad.
Only the San Mountain City Dao Academy received nothing in this contest.
Jiang Wang saw that Zhao Tiehe, Yang Xingyong, and others had red eyes.
But that was competition.
...
The Three Fragrance Tower.
Miao Yu was applying rouge gently with her little finger in front of the mirror.
Behind her, an old man in black was kneeling and begging: "Madam Saint, please help us! Otherwise, all our people will die!"
"I told you not to be greedy, but as soon as you heard about the Dark Candle, you lost your mind. Now that you beg me to help, what's the use? The Ghost Gate Shadow has been sent to the Yun Kingdom. How can I fight Wei Quji?"
"We were confused, but even the Bone Messenger agreed..."
"Huh." Miao Yu smiled: "Then please ask him to help."
The black-clothed old man was speechless for a while, just kowtowing constantly.
"As soon as I appear, Wei Quji will immediately kill me. Not to mention that Dong A is also watching. We have no chance." Her voice was somewhat resentful: "Who asked you not to leave the Ghost Gate Shadow to me?"
The black-clothed old man gritted his teeth: "It's not easy for our Bone Path to accumulate power. So many fellow Daoists, will they just die in vain?"
"Okay, okay, don't argue with me. I have already set up a backup plan. Judging from the time, the Dark Candle should have been safely sent out. As for those fellow Daoists..."
Miao Yu paused and closed the rouge box.
"Let them die."
...
Thanks to the tight defense and proper dispatch, the turmoil in the entire Maple Forest City rose and fell quickly.
After all, the news of the appearance of the Dark Candle was too sudden. The Bone Path didn't have time to make more secure preparations, and was already faced with a choice.
The significance of the Dark Candle to the Bone Path was something they couldn't refuse. However, Wei Quji and Dong A had already set up a trap.
In the end, the outcome was predetermined before it even began. Not a single person sent by the Bone Path could survive.But this doesn't mean that the outcome is decided, because the Bone Path is actually prepared for a complete defeat. As long as they successfully seize the Ming Candle, it will not be considered a loss for the Bone Path.
...
On the Qingmu Road, the hawker carrying goods is still moving slowly.
He is already familiar with this city, as if he was born here. He had anticipated that Wei Quji would set up an ambush, but he did not expect the attack to be so fierce and the preparations to be so sufficient.
He knows very well that the fellow Daoists who came this time should have little chance of survival. But he won't die.
Although the incident happened suddenly, he is very clear about this city and knows where the main forces of the city defense army will be if they are fully deployed.
He can avoid them calmly.
There is a small road to the left ahead, which passes by a bathhouse.
He plans to take a bath and wash away the dust. The goods can be left with the masseur. Master Song is very honest and will not touch his things.
Who would have thought that such a precious Ming Candle would be casually left with an ordinary masseur?
He can even take a nap in the bathhouse and leave the city swaggeringly when the situation calms down. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ NovᴇlFɪre .ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.
Anyway, he won't die.
But he saw a bald head when he stepped into the small road.
Perhaps it's from the Buddhist sect? But the bald head looks too fierce and doesn't match the image of a Buddhist.
"I smell a strange scent," the bald head said, licking his lips.
The hawker suddenly felt a strong fear and gathered his Dao Yuan to prepare for battle.
At this moment, he found that his heart was gone.
The whole world plunged into eternal darkness.
"Oh, Holy Maiden, is that the scenery under the River of Oblivion?" he thought finally.