I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense-Chapter 16 - Life-bound Spiritual Treasure

Li Xiaobai did not understand cultivation. Besides the cracks on the ground, he could not discern any strangeness in the two's moves and could only stare in dumbfounded silence.

The poison fog on the arena had completely dissipated, and in their moves, not even the basic effects of their cultivation techniques were present, leaving the other disciples utterly confused.

Their level was too low to comprehend the deeper meaning behind such maneuvers, but the more powerful disciples' eyes were all wide open, afraid of missing even the smallest detail.

The Elders, too, had solemn expressions, watching the battle in the arena intently. Such strength was comparable to their own, and even if their cultivation levels were a bit lower, their combat awareness and understanding of cultivation techniques were nothing to scoff at.

Indeed, Misty Peak was a place of geniuses!

The two people on the stage were free of all distractions, oblivious to the exclamations from below, seeing only their opponent.

Su Yunbing was also startled. She had not expected that her second junior sister's cultivation had reached such a level without her noticing. Relying on ordinary means, she truly couldn't defeat her in a short time.

However, it was about time for the competition to end.

Su Yunbing's eyes hardened, and a cold light burst forth from them. With a flip of her wrist, a huge hammer appeared in her hand.

The hammer was ridiculously large, with the head alone being at least three meters wide. The handle was unreasonably long, covered in wild totemic engravings that stimulated the onlookers' brains.

It was hard to imagine that such a delicate and petite body could wield such a massive hammer.

"Junior sister, you've held out against your senior for quite some time, which is quite commendable. You can step down now," she said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she exerted force in her hand, luminance swirling, and the hammer transformed into a series of afterimages smashing toward Ye Wushuang. The head of the hammer flashed with a dark light, revealing a rare and strange beast, and a faint sound of sonic boom echoed through the air.

Ye Wushuang's complexion changed, the oppressive might carried by the hammer causing her hair to stand on end. Dark green smoke converged around her as the internal cultivation technique within her body ran wildly, attempting to block the hammer.

"Puff!"

The hammer broke through the cultivation technique without any resistance and struck Ye Wushuang's chest. Her internal energy became chaotic, and blood spurted wildly from her mouth as her body was flung backward.

Su Yunbing slammed the hammer down on the ground and exhaled a deep breath. Defeating Ye Wushuang made her feel much more comfortable, and it balanced her mood significantly.

Feeling the buzzing and trembling of the ground, Li Xiaobai couldn't help but swallow nervously. His senior sister was terrifying, able to swing such a huge hammer.

Seeing the exaggeratedly large hammer on the stage, Feng Wuxie's face changed dramatically, and he blurted out, "That's a Life-bound Spirit Treasure!"

"What's a Life-bound Spirit Treasure?" Li Xiaobai asked.

"It's a magic treasure nurtured with one's own blood essence. Anyone who has a Life-bound Spirit Treasure is peerless in their own rank. Su Yunbing must have advanced to this extent, her cultivation level must be at least the sixth level of Golden Core!"

Feng Wuxie was truly frightened. He himself was only at the third level of Golden Core, and it was laughable that he had always thought of himself as a leading figure in the Immortal Feather Sect.

In front of Su Yunbing, he was nothing.

"It's been a long time since we've sparred. Senior sister has reached this level; it looks like she has far outstripped us!" Liu Jinshui murmured to himself.

"Third senior brother, if you were to face the eldest senior sister, what chance would you have of winning?"

Yang Chen asked with a frown, as the bravery shown by Su Yunbing was too overpowering.

"Stop talking nonsense. We all know the abilities of the eldest senior sister too well. If she were to use her cultivation techniques and martial skills, we wouldn't stand a chance in a single exchange!"

Lin Yin said with an indifferent expression, as such an outcome did not surprise him.

Yang Chen seemed to recall some unpleasant memories and also fell silent.

"Junior sister isn't hurt, is she?"

Li Xiaobai asked, the stains of blood on the stage still fresh and startling to look at.

"Don't worry. For Senior Sister Ye, this is but a minor injury. A bit of cultivation technique circulation should heal her quickly," Liu Jinshui said.

"For the second match, Su Yunbing wins!"

The referee was also stunned, having felt the threat of death from the residual power of the hammer, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.

All the disciples below the stage were shocked. The totem engravings on that hammer, and the strong oppressive feeling it emitted, deeply stirred everyone's hearts.

The disciples of Misty Peak are terrifyingly powerful!

Su Yunbing laughed heartily, shouldering the hammer and walking down from the stage with an air of complacency on her face.

"Junior sister, your skills are still lacking. Go back and practice some more!"

"Hehe, senior sister's lesson is well taken!"

Ye Wushuang's complexion had regained much of its color but was still somewhat pale, not betraying the signs of serious injury she had sustained.

Li Xiaobai grew even more amazed, originally thinking the eldest senior sister was already freakish in her abilities, not expecting that the second senior sister would be even more so, healing such severe wounds in the blink of an eye.

It was truly unfathomable.

"The third match, Misty Peak's Lin Yin versus Misty Peak's Ling Feng!"

The competition had to continue, the referee announced with a shaky voice, before hastily leaving the stage, not daring to stand too close when disciples of Misty Peak sparred.

"Come on up, fifth junior brother."

Lin Yin seemed relaxed, his figure shimmering as he stepped onto the stage.

Ling Feng appeared somewhat nervous, even more silent than usual.

"Fifth junior brother, it's okay, there's no shame in losing to the third senior brother," Liu Jinshui patted Ling Feng on the shoulder, comforting him.

"Yeah, the third senior brother is seasoned in battle, his whole being is intent on killing, there's no disgrace in losing," Yang Chen said in his usual careless manner.

Ling Feng nodded, his figure flickered, and he instantly appeared on the stage.

Li Xiaobai's eyes widened as he watched the two on stage, why did it seem that Ling Feng was so afraid of Lin Yin?

Could something have happened in the past?

On the stage, Ling Feng clasped his hands and said, "Please show mercy, senior brother!"

"Certainly."

Lin Yin, with his hands behind his back, spoke indifferently.

"Then this junior brother will offend!"

The palms of Ling Feng pushed forward evenly, igniting a fiery red glow that soared to the sky, a scorching burst of heat hitting the face.

The stage was instantaneously scorched black, seemingly starting to melt here and there.

"Raging Sun Palm!"

Unlike the battle with his senior sister, Ling Feng started with a major move, as the stage was enveloped in overwhelming flames, obscuring the view inside.

Li Xiaobai, still employing the same tactic, carefully drained the nearby flames, adding several hundred attribute points once again.

Quite good!

It was evident that the fierce battle within the arena was intensifying, the air temperature kept rising, and many disciples were already drenched in sweat.

The flames on the stage turned from fiery red to purple-black, the temperature rising by more than tenfold, directly burning a hole through the center of the stage.

It was difficult to imagine how Lin Yin could still strike back in such an environment.

A moment later,

The ground suddenly trembled, the flames in the center gradually dissipated, revealing the figures of the two men.

Lin Yin casually held Ling Feng by the collar with one hand and nonchalantly tossed him off the stage.

Ling Feng coughed up blood, his body covered with a layer of frost, convulsing uncontrollably, as Ye Wushuang quickly stepped forward to administer treatment.

"Misty Peak, Lin Yin wins!"

The referee struggled to spit out the words.

Everyone was petrified, no one knew what had happened on the stage, the sky-full of flames had already caused enough alarm, but it turned out Ling Feng had been defeated in an instant, what kind of move was that?

"Senior sister, did you see clearly?"

Liu Jinshui asked Su Yunbing.

"One move, defeated Ling Feng, Junior Brother Lin Yin's cultivation level is not much different from mine, only lacking the condensation of the Life-bound Spirit Treasure," Su Yunbing took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Hiss!"

"The third senior brother has reached this step too?"

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