The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 1039 - 557: Speed and Strength (Part 3)
After the roar, Yan Xiaobao tapped his jade pendant, causing a green glow. However, this didn't make him feel safe, so he took out a large pile of paper amulets and quickly attached them to himself. Each time he did, they emitted a strong light until he was covered by no less than ten individual shields. Their combined energy transformed into a protective wall nearly a meter and a half thick. From afar, the sight was utterly astounding.
Due to all the protective shields, Yan Xiaobao's subsequent shout was actually a bit muffled.
"All right, bring it on!"
The gaunt young man continued staring blankly at Yan Xiaobao, and it wasn't just him. Other Outer Sect disciples, including other contestants, were all stunned. They had observed competitions like this before and had never seen anyone use shields to such an extent.
Li Qinghou's face twitched, but from his expression, it was evident he was completely baffled by the situation.
Chen Ziang took a deep breath, becoming increasingly convinced that Yan Xiaobao and Li Qinghou were indeed relatives. However, Du Lingfei merely let out a cold snort, her sneer only growing.
Everyone watched wide-eyed as the gaunt young man on stage let out his own roar, then made a spell gesture with both hands, sending a Wooden Sword flying straight at Yan Xiaobao. The gaunt young man's Wooden Sword, pulsing with strange energy, streaked through the air in a prismatic beam straight toward Yan Xiaobao. However, even before it could get close, it rebounded with a banging sound off Bai Muchun's thick, meter-and-a-half shield.
Yan Xiaobao's shield flickered, and his eyes shone brightly as he breathed a sigh of relief. Clearing his throat, he simply sat cross-legged.
The audience exchanged confused glances. Regarding Yan Xiaobao and his extreme defense, they weren't sure what to make of it. They had seen individuals who focused on defense before, but... never anyone who shielded themselves so thoroughly.
As for his opponent, the young man's face first flushed, then turned pale. Gritting his teeth, he roared and sent his Flying Sword shooting at the glowing shield. Even as it flew through the air, its power continued to increase.
A series of banging sounds erupted as the Flying Sword flew back and forth, but each time it was deflected. Eventually, the pale-faced young man's spiritual energy was more than half exhausted, and a hint of despair appeared on his face.
He had been dueling for years, but this was the first time he had encountered an opponent who hid within their shell like a turtle. However, he wasn't willing to give up yet. He had entered the competition aiming for third place. Staring bloodshot at Yan Xiaobao, he roared, "Come out from behind that shield!"
Yan Xiaobao wasn't afraid of the young man at all, so he had no reservations about staying behind the shield, shouting back loudly, "If you're so good, why don't you come inside!"
Everyone in the audience had strange expressions on their faces as they looked at Yan Xiaobao, unsure whether to laugh or cry. The gaunt young man was so enraged that blue veins appeared on his forehead as he clenched his jaw. Finally, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, which, upon landing on his Wooden Sword, turned the entire thing blood-red.
The audience immediately erupted in discussion.
"Blood Elf Magic!"
"For him to use such a magical technique means he's truly gone mad!"
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