As this thought erged, Huo Liaoyuan suddenly felt a terrifying sensation in his heart.
The rules of the Deathmatch Arena were bestowed by Heaven's Augury, and it was impossible for there to be a mistake. The instant Lu Yiye died, he should have been sent out of this space, back to his original location.
But he was still here...
Instinctively, he looked up ahead.
The sky-high flas were still churning, but they were rely the aftereffect now, likely to be completely extinguished in just two or three breaths. Right after that, he saw a truth that he found hard to believe!
From within the power of the magic and spells that could turn even a Cloud River Level 9 cultivator to ash, a figure brazenly charged out!
"How is that possible?" Huo Liaoyuan exclaid in shock.
Lu Yiye wasn't dead!
How could he not be dead!
That was the Prairie Burning Explosion Burial, one of his trump cards!
This was like a nightmare...
What made Huo Liaoyuan even more incredulous was that not only had Lu Ye survived, he didn't even count as seriously injured. Though he looked extrely embarrassed, his clothes tattered and torn, exposing patches of skin, the skin that was visible bore not the slightest trace of being burned by flas!
The injuries he bore were ones he had sustained earlier, his own Prairie Burning Explosion Burial had seed to only tickle him...
Such a powerful spell was naturally more than just an itch for Lu Ye.
Although he had, in a critical mont, triggered the power of the Talent Tree, isolating the flas from harming him, the impact brought by the successive explosions could not be screened by the power of the Talent Tree.
On the surface, it looked like he had not been affected at all, but in reality, at this mont, all his internal organs had shifted out of place, and blood was surging up his throat. He was forcefully suppressing it, and every bit of his skin was screaming in pain. Bursting forth from the flas, he carried an endless killing intent, lunging straight at Huo Liaoyuan.
After a brief mont of shock and horror, Huo Liaoyuan finally gathered his wits. He hurriedly got up from the ground and shot several spells toward Lu Ye.
However, by this ti, the distance between them had been narrowed to just fifty zhang! This was the closest Lu Ye had ever gotten to Huo Liaoyuan since entering the Deathmatch Arena, and the gap was still closing.
The supplies box at his waist humd, and 9th Dao Liu Guang flashed out one after another, rushing to et Huo Liaoyuan's spells like seeking stars and chasing moons.
Huo Liaoyuan was enormously depleted, and his mind was exhausted. The spells he cast in haste, though powerful, were far from their peak.
Several explosions sounded out, and the incoming spells burst one by one, stars of fire scattering in all directions.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Whether it was from fright or an attempt to empower himself, Huo Liaoyuan let out screams, and with each scream, a spell burst forth.
Yet at this short distance, Lu Ye controlled his weapons as if they were extensions of his own body. Those spells had often just been cast when they already exploded, and Lu Ye even had the capacity to control half of the weapons to attack Huo Liaoyuan.
One after another the weapons attacked, but all were blocked by Huo Liaoyuan's protective spirit light, unable to harm him the slightest bit, yet they destabilized his stance.
Thirty zhang, twenty zhang, ten zhang...
Lu Ye leapt high, clearing the obstacles ahead with his weapons, and his Boulder Mountain Saber ignited with flas. His right arm, holding the saber, swelled slightly at this mont.
Like a ravenous wolf pouncing on its prey, Huo Liaoyuan, who was of higher cultivation, beca panicked in the face of the onrushing Lu Ye. He certainly knew the consequences of a magic cultivator being closed in on by a combat cultivator, especially one like Lu Ye. Although only at Level 5 realm, in his judgent, he was no less formidable than soone of Level 8.
The difference in one Level of cultivation was not as exaggerated as he had imagined. He had once been closed in on by a junior nad Ming Zhe in the spirit ground, and it took him a great deal of effort to shake him off, and back then, he was at his peak...
In this panic, he stumbled backwards, all the while not forgetting to cast spells.
It has to be said, his mastery in magic and spells was indeed profound. Even in such a situation, casting spells had beco instinctual.
Three fire arrows, in a character '品' formation, rushed at him rapidly but were all shattered by Lu Ye's weapon control. The long -prepared saber strike thundered down.
Single Flash!
At the mont the long saber struck down, Huo Liaoyuan's protective spirit light also burst out with even more dazzling light, clearly using more spirit force to protect himself.
Boom...
A loud noise erupted, and spirit force roiled.
As Lu Ye's arm went numb, Huo Liaoyuan's figure was sent flying. His protective spirit light was still intact; Lu Ye's strike had not managed to kill him, but all of the terrifying force behind that strike was now fully bearing down on Huo Liaoyuan.
Just as Lu Ye could not isolate the damage of the impact with the Talent Tree, Huo Liaoyuan's protective spirit light could not defend against such a strike.
But Lu Ye could feel, at the mont his long saber made contact, the opponent's protective spirit light seed to concave inwards like it had elasticity.
This should have absorbed so of the force.
Lu Ye had heard of it, protective spirit force ca in two types, one was rigid, and the other was elastic.
The so-called rigid type was like a barrier that wouldn't deform; as long as the barrier didn't break, the cultivator would not be injured.
Elastic protective spirit force was different, as it would dent upon impact, dispersing part of the force. Each type of protective spirit force had its advantages and disadvantages, and it depended on what the cultivator preferred. However, to make protective spirit force elastic required great control over one's own spirit force and a lot of practice, sothing not all cultivators could achieve.
Generally speaking, among the cultivators of the Cloud River Realm, not more than 20 percent could do this.
Lu Ye didn't conduct much research on protective spirit force. When he encountered an enemy and needed protection, he would activate his Defense Spirit Runes, which were much more powerful than re protective spirit force.
Huo Liaoyuan undoubtedly had excellent control over his spirit force; that's why he could make use of the elastic type of protective spirit force. Otherwise, the impact he just suffered would have been at least 30 percent greater.
Even so, while suspended mid-air, Huo Liaoyuan spat out a mist of blood.
Even though he was a Level 9 magic cultivator, he couldn't change the fact that his physique was frail, relatively speaking... Suddenly subjected to such an imnse force, he felt as if his bones were about to break, his stomach was churning, and his vision blurred.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lu Ye closely following like a shadow, relentlessly charging at him, and before he even landed, another slash ca down.
With that blow, Huo Liaoyuan's body sank, and he plumted toward the ground, while Lu Ye simultaneously kicked out, sending Huo Liaoyuan spinning through the air for twenty or thirty ters, crashing directly into the barrier of the Deathmatch Arena.
Fallen into disarray, Huo Liaoyuan scread in agony, his eyes filled with terror and panic.
Before today, if soone had told him that he would be beaten like a dog by a Level 5 combat cultivator, he would have certainly scoffed at such a notion.
But at this very mont, he was truly experiencing such an absurd situation.
Everything was under control; he could have killed Lu Yiye and redeed the disgrace of yesterday, to make ands and earn a lifeti of unending wealth. How did it co to this?
"Agh..."
The sound of vomiting blood ca from not far away. Enduring the intense pain all over his body, Huo Liaoyuan propped himself up to stand again, his blurry vision focusing to see Lu Ye kneeling on one knee on the ground, his long saber held in hand, with a pool of bright red blood in front of him.
This scene brightened Huo Liaoyuan's eyes.
So, he was injured too!
So, he wasn't as imposing as he seed on the surface!
From a mighty figure who completely controlled the situation to now being fraught with anxiety and even overjoyed at his opponent's bleeding injury, Huo Liaoyuan himself didn't realize his ntality had changed.
Lu Ye was in a lot of pain. He had intended to finish Huo Liaoyuan off in one fell swoop, but the overly forceful action aggravated his internal injuries, forcing him to stop his pursuit.
Spitting out the clotted blood was sowhat relieving.
Looking up, he saw Huo Liaoyuan also looking in his direction, with a ferocious gaze and his spirit force surging around him.
Without any communication, both parties almost simultaneously took action. Lu Ye, as always, led the way with weapon control, charging forward, while Huo Liaoyuan casually unleashed a variety of magic and spells.
But montum is similar to certain circumstances; once it weakens, it just weakens, and it's tough to harden again no matter what.
Even with a gap of four minor levels in their cultivation, Lu Ye blocked Huo Liaoyuan's nurous spells with his weapon control, closing the distance rapidly once again.
Huo Liaoyuan's forcefully calm expression betrayed panic. When Lu Ye approached within three ters of him, a powerful swell of air accompanied by an explosion of spirit force swept around ferociously.
Lu Ye felt as if a wall had slamd into him head-on, his body uncontrollably pushed away.
The life-preserving technique of magic cultivators, Lu Ye didn't know the na of the technique, but all of the magic cultivators he had encountered practiced it. Once deployed, it could push everything far away from them.
Magic cultivators feared being approached by an enemy the most. This technique could undoubtedly save their lives many tis.
If he were in the wilderness, Huo Liaoyuan could have used this chance to flee, but this Deathmatch Arena was of his own making, with only about three hundred ters of space on each side. Where could he run to?
Pushing Lu Ye away was simply a struggle at death's door.
Just a short three breaths later, Lu Ye was on him again, nimbly avoiding several spell attacks while his Boulder Mountain Saber shone with a bright saber light.
Like a torn sack, Huo Liaoyuan was flung into the air again under the trendous impact, the protective spirit light around his body clearly dimd by quite a bit.
Suspended in mid-air, he sensed the breath of death; he had felt this during his ti in the Spirit Stream Realm. Once, fortunately, a senior had saved him, helping him survive the calamity.
He vividly rembered that sensation.
But now, he was all alone; the senior who had saved him had been dead for several years...
He knew that from the mont Lu Yiye broke through his defenses and charged to his side, he had already lost.
Ti seed to slow down at that instant, and a myriad of jumbled thoughts flashed through his mind. While in mid-air, Huo Liaoyuan turned his head toward the source of the crisis, seeing Lu Ye swiftly approaching, the overwhelming pressure almost making it impossible to breathe.
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