The list was announced, and Qin Jin looked toward his opponent.
Jiuzhang Academy, Zhao Fan.
He was a man, with handso features and a tranquil deanor. Feeling Qin Jin’s gaze, he looked back and nodded slightly with a gentle smile, appearing quite amiable.
Among the four, there were three n and one woman, with Liang Xunzhen from Yuanzhi Academy being the woman.
Chasing Star hovered at the forefront, and a voice sounded.
"The semifinals will proceed separately."
"First battle of the semifinals, Qin Jin versus Zhao Fan!"
"Please ascend the arena."
The voice fell, and at the front center, deep within the Star Sea.
Except for the topmost platform, the other platforms had reverted to their initial planetary appearance. At this mont, their positions shifted, misaligned from bottom to top, interconnected, forming two celestial ladders above the planets, extending to the resting area, in front of Qin Jin and Zhao Fan.
Qin Jin raised his eyebrows slightly and ascended the ladder.
Ascend to the Star Ascending Arena!
This was the Star Ascending Arena.
During the step-by-step ascent, scenes flashed on the light screens on both sides, showcasing various battles previously held in personal combats.
Stepping onto the stars, as Qin Jin entered the arena, the portal behind him closed, and the light screens took shape, projecting his figure onto them like a giant, with a calm expression, full of youthful spirit.
The other side.
Zhao Fan’s figure was similarly projected onto the light screen, with a peaceful aura and a carefree smile.
The light screen intercepted in the middle.
Facing each other.
Zhao Fan’s gaze focused intently on Qin Jin and suddenly spoke.
"Qin Jin."
Qin Jin looked at him.
"I’ve watched your previous battles; you’re strong, very strong."
"I can sense that you haven’t exerted your full strength in the previous fights."
His voice was calm and gentle: "Facing an opponent like you, the only chance for to win is to give it my all."
"Therefore, I will directly use the strongest strike I currently possess."
"If you can withstand it, then it’s your victory. If not, then I win."
Qin Jin listened quietly.
After the opponent finished his words, he extended his hand and calmly said, "Please."
The light screens gradually dissolved.
At the very mont the screens completely vanished.
Zhao Fan’s eyes sharpened, and Primordial Power exuded a highly distinctive aura, surging from all around him.
Primordial Power interwove, and behind him, a phantom was ford!
Everything completed in an instant, with the phantom hanging behind, taller than him, resembling him in appearance, but with a bald head, dressed in a gray monk’s robe!
The Gray Robe Monk!
As it took shape, Zhao Fan raised his hand, and the monk mirrored the action. The monk’s body revealed a Buddha’s hand, and as Primordial Power surged, the monk’s hand expanded rapidly, its color shifting from dim to golden, akin to a Vajra’s palm.
Zhao Fan seed prepared, completing everything in a mont.
Qin Jin watched this scene from afar.
Martial Arts Family, having undergone New Life and Condensing Intent as two primordial realms before entering Innate, undoubtedly increased their thods, no longer remaining primitive.
The other side.
Zhao Fan poured all his strength into it, his face paling slightly in the blink of an eye, and in that instant, the Buddha’s hand expanded to the size of several people.
And at this mont.
Zhao Fan lowered his eyes.
Behind.
The Gray Robe Monk glared angrily!
In that instant, the Buddha’s hand rotated, its palm facing down, with Sanskrit chants resonating, imposing ntal suppression from above as the hand descended directly upon Qin Jin.
Buddha’s Hand Capture.
"Is this your strongest strike?"
As the attack was unleashed, Zhao Fan’s face beca increasingly pale; he seed barely in control.
The hand descended from the sky.
Qin Jin’s expression slightly stern, as he urged his Primordial Power, he stepped up with his right leg, his figure not dodging, leaping into the sky!
Upon rising, his energy transford into thunder and fire, thunder sculpting his form and fire shaping his figure. Outside his body, thunder and fire constructed a dragon shape, ascending like leaping over the Dragon Gate, the fiery dragon’s beard swaying, upon forming, with Long Wei spreading, blocking the Sanskrit chants.
The Buddha’s palm descended.
The Distinctive Dragon ascended.
Monts later.
The Dragon and Buddha collided, seeming to silence the instant, followed by a thunderous explosion, with the power impact creating ripples on the arena’s protective light screens.
And inside the arena, upon the mont of collision, Zhao Fan’s hand clenched in the void, the Buddha’s hand attempting to capture the dragon.
But...
With only a brief clutch, the explosive thunder and fire surged within the Buddha’s palm, and the next mont, Qin Jin’s figure soared upward, passing directly through the palm.
At the mont of passing, the Buddha’s hand exploded dramatically, Primordial Power bursting, the explosion resounding endlessly.
On the other side of the arena.
As the Buddha’s hand was shattered, the Gray Robe Monk behind Zhao Fan dissipated instantly, his legs weakened, and he lost consciousness, collapsing on the arena.
The victor was decided!
He didn’t lie; this strike contained all his strength, consuming him greatly, and after failing, he fainted directly.
Healing beams and Teleportation Aura simultaneously arose.
On the arena, only Qin Jin remained.
With a thoughtful expression, Qin Jin looked across the arena.
On the screen behind Zhao Fan, initially showing only his own figure, now appeared scenes of a great Buddha chanting scriptures behind him.
At this mont, however, both the Buddha and Zhao Fan’s figure had grown dim, devoid of color.
Qin Jin mused deeply.
He turned to look behind himself.
His own projection remained unchanged, but now a young dragon ford, continuously coiling around, accompanying him by his side.
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