Martial World's
Ch 252 - Alacrity's Law of Soul Sacrifice
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“The Seven Profound Soul Refreshment Law of my Valley clearly has fewer reactions than yours! We'll see who can last longer! ”
Bi Tinghua was also prepared to make the necessary sacrifices; this was a battle that she was unable to afford to lose.
Once his soul was damaged, at worst he had to spend several months recovering in bed. He could only spend a few sect points and use his connections to obtain a few bottles of the best soul recovery pills, and he would return soon.
But if he lost this match, not only would he lose his entire face, his spirit would be so frustrated that it would negatively impact all of his future cultivation.
Like this, the battle between Lin Ming and Bi Tinghua suddenly became extremely bitter and violent. Lin Ming Samsara's martial intent was like a sea wave that never stopped; the monsters and ghosts of Bi Tinghua, even after being destroyed, were endlessly born from their remains!
“I defend, you attack, and you eat three times the soul force I do. Coupled with the side effects of the secret soul skill you used, I can't believe that your soul is made of iron! Let's see how many lives you have to deal with! ”
In Bi Tinghua's opinion, Lin Ming used some kind of forbidden soul technique, and the side effects of the technique would definitely be more dangerous than the ones he used. After all, Lin Ming was only a few small village side martial artists, there was no way he had adequate or decent training in understanding the consequences of soul damage. If he could not obtain the medicine in the future, his cultivation might even decline!
Thinking this, Bi Tinghua was suddenly in a joyous mood. He was originally depressed after being forced to use the Blood Sacrifice Soul Alacrity Law, but now he finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
Now, it doesn't matter how miserable he is. What was more important was how miserable his opponent was!
If a man faced death alone, then he would feel an overwhelming terror. But when faced with the end of the world together, there is nothing to fear.
At this moment, Bi Tinghua's expression changed. In the dream world, the huge black vortex that had caused him a headache suddenly disappeared. Instead, a bunch of Hungry Ghosts swelled up, thin bones sticking out everywhere. These Hungry Ghosts had distorted limbs as if they were thin, and their heads were enormous. Their mouths were bent to the side, and sharp teeth gleamed in the dark. Their blood-red tongues drooped down, saliva constantly leaking.
"Can this fellow really discover the concept of using illusions to attack?" Bi Tinghua's face darkened. As of now, Lin Ming had only used a huge black vortex to attack. But now he had summoned a swarm of Hungry Ghosts; he thought that these Hungry Ghosts came from the wilds of Lin Ming's imagination.
"King Ashura!"
After Bi Tinghua used the Blood Sacrifice Soul Divine Law, Bi Tinghua's soul force had experienced an increase in strength. He could instantly summon the usually hard-to-call King Ashura!
Bang out!
King Ashura crashed into a pile of Hungry Ghosts. Hungry Ghosts threw themselves upon King Ashura, by biting his body. Then, Bi Tinghua's face became extremely ugly. King Ashura managed to resist for a while, before slowly chewing…. .
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After the first half hour, another quarter hour passed !!!!
Both of them were still standing on stage, a victor had yet to decide!
At this point, the disciples of the Mirage Faction watching began to feel anxious and hesitant; if the match had reached this point, it could only mean that the situation in their soul battle was extremely dangerous!
Physical injuries only take a few days to recover. Something like a broken bone will take several months. But if the soul is damaged, it may take several years or even a lifetime to recover.
Even with the support of high-quality pills and medicines, it would still take several months to recover.
The two individuals had been standing on stage for nearly an hour, yet there had been no winners. Do the two of them fight each other?
“Senior-apprentice Brother Bi may have used the Alacrity Laws of the Soul Sacrifice of Blood; if you look at his eyes, you can see that his eyes are completely red. He has reached his absolute limit! If he continued any longer, there was a chance that his soul would be severely injured!
"Let's wait for another stick of incense. If the match is still not settled, then we will ask the referee to force it to end; even the draw will be fine. But I don't think that brat Lin will be able to survive with another incense stick. You can tell from her red face that something is wrong with her. ”
"Md. I felt his soul force suddenly surge a moment ago. He must have used some sort of secret soul skill to increase his strength, and his strength was far greater than the Alacrity Soul Sacrifice Blood Laws. Normally, the stronger the secret skill, the greater the counterattack. ”
After Lin Ming galvanized the pure soul force that had been buried under his spiritual sea, it had caused the blood flow within his body to increase and thus his face to become blood red. To the disciples of the Mirage Faction, it was like a deadly redness that occurred after using a soul-enhancing secret skill.
"Half the incense stick has passed, how did Lin Ming still survive?" A Mirage Faction disciple commented as he furrowed his brows.
"Something is wrong… . ”
The Mirage Faction disciples felt that something suspicious was going on. Lin Ming could only endure for too long. Moreover, the strength of his soul force suddenly had a huge increase. Other than the secret skill of improving the soul, there was no other explanation as to how it could happen. Did Lin Ming possess a secret skill that somehow had no negative side effects?
It's totally impossible.
He immediately rejected this unbelieving notion. If there really were a secret skill like this, then wouldn't the soul power of martial artists be so powerful and endless?
At this moment, a girl standing next to him raised a trembling finger and pointed towards the stage. She whispered, “Senior-apprentice, Brother Bi... hers ... bloody nose …. ”
"mm?"
The disciple turned around and saw two streams of blood flowing down Bi Tinghua's nose, leaking past her mouth and relentlessly dripping down her chin.
"It's bad!"
“Stop the match! This other guy is a crazy madman! ”
At this moment, Bi Tinghua's body shook, and then she crouched onto the ground…. .
With the announcement of the referee, most of the spectators only had a warm reaction. This silly fool match is finally over. From start to finish, the two of them just stood on stage staring at each other for almost an hour! What could be more boring than this game?
Several disciples from the Mirage Faction rushed on stage. Bi Tinghua's face was pale, her eyes were red, and her nose was bleeding. He had long lost consciousness.
"Let's take him away. ”
The 20-year-old female disciple waved her hand, ordering everyone. He only had unpleasant feelings towards someone like Bi Tinghua, but good or bad, he was still one of the three main core disciples of the younger generation of the Mirage Faction.
He looked at Lin Ming deeply, wanting to discover the consequences he had suffered from using a secret soul technique. However, he was disappointed that he found nothing.
He did not believe that there was a secret soul technique that had no side effects. In that case, there was only one possible explanation, and that was that Lin Ming had an incredible capacity of soul power. She must have just prepared to become a weak soul force user, and then lured Bi Tinghua into a friction battle with her.
He did not believe that there was a secret soul technique that had no side effects. In that case, there was only one possible explanation, and that was that Lin Ming had an incredible capacity of soul power. She must have just prepared to become a weak soul force user, and then lured Bi Tinghua into a friction battle with her.
The woman's voice was ice-cold as she said, "You've been able to win before, yet you still deliberately led Bi Tinghua to fight with you like this?"
Lin Ming had walked off the stage, but hearing the woman's question he stopped in his tracks and glanced back. He does not deny anything. After all, it was impossible for him to explain clearly about the pure soul force that had fallen asleep deep under his spiritual sea.
He pointed at Bi Tinghua who was lying on the ground and said, "Trust whatever you want, but if it is me who is lying on the ground now, then, I believe that your Junior-apprentice brother would be very happy to see me in such a miserable state. I haven't even used my full strength against him yet, yet it turns out he's like this. Did he use some kind of forbidden secret skill? This is just a friendly martial arts contest, there is no need to push through secret skills with side effects to deal with me. Does he have such hatred for me? ”
The woman was stunned, speechless. He could not find the words to deny Lin Ming.
"I didn't force him to use a secret skill, this was something he dropped on himself, yet you actually blamed me for hurting him. Is this the logical reason of your Seven Profound Valleys Faction? Only you can fool others? Can't others refuse? "
The woman gritted her teeth and said, “You clearly have ulterior motives and lured Bi Tinghua into this state! Your cunning words and arguments are meaningless here. After entering the finals, you will face the direct disciple of the Mirage Faction, Huan Xiaodie. When that time comes, I hope you can fight like a man, and not give up immediately! "
"Of course, that's not something you need to worry about. '' Lin Ming finished his sentence and then turned around to walk off the stage.
The audience made room for Lin Ming to leave. In fact, for most people, Lin Ming's battle was not worth for anything special.
The match had been going on for almost an entire hour, and even though he had defeated Bi Tinghua, it seemed that he had only done so reluctantly. His face turned white, then flushed. Obviously, this fight was very difficult for him.
Lin Ming's strength was recognized to be slightly higher than Bi Tinghua. But how could this strength compare to someone like Jing Chanyu?
The odds of gambling houses have changed. Now that Jing Chanyu's chances were 1:1.8, Jing Chanshi's chances were 1:2, and Lin Ming's chances were 1:4.
Because of the match between Bi Tinghua and Lin Ming, Jing Chanyu's chances had gone up whereas Lin Ming's chances had gone down. But it was likely still Jing Chanyu's favor.
Throughout every match so far, Jing Chanyu maintained his composure. There had not even been an opponent who had managed to force him to take a single step; no one knew how much strength he used to defeat Zi Ling.
As for Lin Ming, he was already nearing his limit in the face of Bi Tinghua. Unless he had a card still hidden up his sleeve, then his chances of defeating Jing Chanyu did not look good.
After the five contestants' total victory in the seventh group finished their match, the remaining matches were not so interesting. Although everyone who managed to qualify from the first group stage could be considered a master, there was an overly large difference compared to the first few matches.
Like this, the group stage advanced to the second round.
Fang Qi was the first to go on stage, and his opponent was Zi Ling. As for who his opponent was: Zhou Yan or Zi Ling, there was no difference to him.
One step, instant defeat!
"Fang Qi, victory!"
As the referee announced this, Zi Ling let out a sad and low-spirited sigh. He had hoped to enter the first level, but now that he had lost two straight matches, unless there was an accident, he would definitely lose to that Lin Ming fellow!
"Second football ... second match …. ”Wasit deliberately stopped here, and all the participants sharpened their ears with attention. Since the match was arranged completely according to the referee's wishes, no contestant knew who would be called next.
"The second match, Lin Ming against Jing Chanyu!"
With this sentence, the entire audience became in an uproar. Lin Ming fighting Jing Chanyu was truly the most anticipated match of the entire seventh group!
The invincible Zi Ling and Bi Tinghua who had both won in the group stage had already been defeated. Now, there were only three people who were still undefeated, and two of them were Jing Chanyu and Lin Ming. As for Fang Qi against Jing Chanyu and Fang Qi against Lin Ming, to be honest, there wasn't much interest in that match. In everyone's opinion, Fang Qi's victory was inevitable; a direct disciple was simply too strong. With his peak Pulse Condensation period cultivation, his strength was already the same as that of a middle Houtian master; his position was truly unshakable.
Thus, the most anticipated and most thrilling match was Jing Chanyu against Lin Ming!
The majority opinion was that as it happened, Jing Chanyu had a 70% chance of winning, and Lin Ming had a 30% chance of winning.
But just how true this was, it could only be found through actual combat.
Jing Chanyu's clothes fluttered in the wind as she landed in the middle of the martial stage.
Jing Chanyu said hello, “disciple Grace Venerate Nation, Jing Chanyu. ”
He was still wearing a thin veil; his voice was someone unreal and vague.
Lin Ming cupped fists together in connection, “Lin Ming. Please advise . ”
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