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Chapter 283 - 154: Advancement Quest, Meridian Opening Perfection



Chapter 283 - 154: Advancement Quest, Meridian Opening Perfection

Even as Lin Ye pulled away, the Gang Sha radiating from Dongfang Zhen fused with frenzied thunder, forming crackling plasma whips that lashed out and instantly seared black marks onto Lin Ye’s body.

Not to be outdone, Lin Ye focused his will, and several sharp purple crystal spears materialized before him, whistling through the air toward Dongfang Zhen.

For a moment, their fight was like a battle between gods.

Purple crystal walls constantly materialized around Lin Ye, either blocking the incoming Fist Gang of the Thunder Fist or transforming into spears and blades to strike at the weak points in Dongfang Zhen’s defense.

Meanwhile, the sky-spanning purple lightning seemed to be entirely at Dongfang Zhen’s command. Under his control, it could even bypass the crystal walls to launch a sneak attack from behind Lin Ye.

Dongfang Zhen was truly amazed by Lin Ye’s tenacity and resilience.

He was like an unbreakable piece of hard candy; no matter how desperate the situation, he always found a way to counter.

"Mr. Lin, after this battle, I will definitely help you with your Realm-Breaking Gang Condensation."

"Then, we can have another great fight!"

"Let’s bring this battle to a close!"

Dongfang Zhen’s voice suddenly rang out amidst the roar of thunder.

At the edge of the arena, Yin Liulan, Nie Cang, and the others thought Dongfang Zhen was about to go easy on him and concede.

But in the next moment, they all saw it.

The lightning erupting from Dongfang Zhen’s body instantly swelled from the thickness of a vine to massive arcs of electricity like giant pythons!

At the same time, RUMBLE...

A thundercloud, formed entirely from the Martial Arts Spirituality released by Dongfang Zhen, began to rapidly condense above their battlefield!

The bolts of lightning that had been flowing across the ground suddenly poured back into his body. Even the free-floating electrical charges in the air began to gather frantically around him.

Lin Ye’s pupils contracted. He could feel the entire Virtual Space trembling violently.

Beneath Dongfang Zhen’s skin, ancient purple lightning patterns slowly emerged. The plasma dancing at the tips of his hair ionized the surrounding air, filling it with a scorched, acrid smell.

"Celestial Thunder!"

Dongfang Zhen’s voice seemed to descend from the heavens above, filled with supreme authority.

"Fall!"

BOOM!

A terrifying, barrel-thick bolt of purple lightning, carrying an aura of total annihilation, struck down from the sky!

Lin Ye didn’t dare to be the slightest bit careless.

If that terrifying bolt struck him, even with over 30,000 health, he would definitely not come out unscathed.

Even if it didn’t kill him, he’d lose all ability to move and become a living target!

Lin Ye’s figure vanished from his spot in an instant.

But the afterimage left by his dodge hadn’t even fully faded when a second bolt of lightning, having precisely predicted his landing spot, came crashing down with a deafening blast!

Lin Ye was horrified to discover that Dongfang Zhen had transformed from a Martial Artist reliant on close-quarters combat into a sorcerer wielding Thunder Punishment.

His hands formed a strange seal as he pointed repeatedly into the void in Lin Ye’s direction!

The lightning descended far faster than a Martial Artist could move.

Lin Ye could only use Instant Body repeatedly, narrowly dodging each bolt just a moment before it struck.

But each use of Instant Body took a terrifying toll on his stamina.

After four consecutive uses of Instant Body, Lin Ye was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

When the fifth bolt of lightning exploded, the purple crystal footholds he had painstakingly created were blasted into dust by the thunderous impact.

The sixth and seventh bolts followed in quick succession.

One ruthlessly pierced through Lin Ye’s chest.

The other crashed down directly onto the crown of his head!

-5547!

-6978!

Two massive damage numbers floated up.

He watched his health bar plummet, leaving him with less than 10,000 remaining.

Lin Ye gave a bitter smile.

’I’m out of trump cards.’

’My stamina is gone.’

’And my Spirit is nearly depleted.’

His entire body was numb and scorched black; even lifting a single finger had become an immense struggle.

Lin Ye slowly sank to the ground, letting the frenzied currents dance across his body.

He spoke to Dongfang Zhen, who wasn’t far away.

"Mr. Dongfang, I’ve lost."

Dongfang Zhen slowly lowered his hands, which were still forming the Spell. The purple lightning dancing in his eyes vanished in an instant.

The thundercloud that had enveloped the sky above the arena also dissipated into nothing.

He leaned on the great halberd still embedded in the ground, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath, sweat trickling down from his temples.

Clearly, directly commanding the Celestial Thunder for long-range attacks had also taken a severe toll on his stamina.

But a brilliant smile spread across his face.

"Mr. Lin, you took two of my Celestial Thunder bolts—both to vital spots—and you’re still not dead."

"You’re truly the toughest person I’ve ever met in our generation, haha!"

As he finished speaking, Dongfang Zhen yanked his halberd from the ground, slung it over his back, and strode over to Lin Ye, extending a hand.

Lin Ye grasped his hand and used the leverage to pull himself to his feet.

In the pure white space, their figures gradually grew faint, eventually disappearing from the arena.

The combat simulation space didn’t immediately eject them.

After a battle, students could choose to continue spectating other people’s matches.

Dongfang Zhen unhesitatingly pulled up the feed for Zhang Daoxuan’s battle, and Lin Ye turned to watch as well.

When the image appeared, the fight had already reached a fever pitch.

In the arena, Zhang Daoxuan stood in a green Daoist robe, his expression solemn. He held no weapon, merely forming a sword sign with his fingers.

Before him, a simple iron sword had transformed into a streak of light, continuously launching ferocious attacks at another person at a speed the naked eye could barely follow.

His opponent was none other than the dark horse, Ye Qi.


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