Chapter 476: Chapter 419: Wood Talisman Armor

The moment Zhao Lin entered the sea, his Divine Sense locked onto the sturdy cultivator, and he sped after him using his Water Manipulation Skill.

’Take out the weaker one first.’ He would finish off the man before him and then turn back to deal with the taller, thinner man, who had a higher cultivation base.

The sturdy cultivator was about to leap back to the surface to regroup with his companion when he suddenly felt the world shake violently.

The waves surged and churned. Rampant Earth Element Spiritual Power formed a solid barrier, tightly sealing off the sea’s surface and making it impossible to break through.

"Mountain-Collapsing Earth-Rending? That’s impossible!"

The sturdy cultivator’s face was filled with shock as he screamed internally.

Cultivators could only begin practicing Tier Two Skills after entering the Late-stage Qi Refining realm.

Tier Two Skills were much harder to grasp than Tier One Skills. It took at least a year or two just to learn the basics, and achieving mastery was impossible without ten or twenty years of hard work!

From the strength and scale of this Magic, he could almost certainly tell it was at the mastery level.

But Zhao Lin had only just reached the Qi Refining Seventh Layer. How could he possibly reach this level of proficiency in less than a month?

The sturdy cultivator’s mind went blank. What was happening before him was beyond his comprehension.

Just then, Zhao Lin appeared in his line of sight, wielding the Moon-Cutting Saber and charging menacingly toward him.

Fear rose in the sturdy cultivator’s heart as he faced such an opponent. He hastily cast the Fubo Skill and fled toward the depths of the sea.

He decided to avoid a direct confrontation for now and wait for the seal on the sea’s surface to break.

After fleeing for a while, the sturdy cultivator was stunned to find that not only had he failed to shake Zhao Lin, but his pursuer was getting closer and closer.

’That’s not right. My Fubo Skill is already at the Mastery level. How can he swim faster than me?’

The sturdy cultivator’s heart sank. He whipped around and unleashed a dense volley of ice cones, shooting them toward Zhao Lin.

’As long as this Magic can hold Zhao Lin up for a moment, my partner Sen Cheng will be able to catch up, and the crisis will be averted,’ he thought.

Who would have thought that upon seeing the massive swarm of ice cones, Zhao Lin would simply ignore them? The current of water circling him coalesced into a transparent droplet and smashed right through the cluster of ice.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The ice cones struck the droplet and shattered, deflecting away. The droplet’s speed didn’t decrease in the slightest as it continued its charge.

"Perfection-level Water Manipulation Skill!"

All the blood drained from the sturdy cultivator’s face, leaving it deathly pale.

Seeing Zhao Lin about to catch up, knowing he couldn’t win a fight or escape, he had no choice but to stop and make a desperate stand, hoping to stall for time.

"Flying Waterfall Skill!"

"Heavy Ring Skill!"

"Ripple Armor!"

The sturdy cultivator frantically gathered his Spiritual Power, casting three defensive Magic skills in a single breath.

Dozens of waterfalls cascaded down from above, forming a solid barricade of water.

The Heavy Ring Skill summoned dozens of solid water rings that formed a sphere, enveloping his entire body from top to bottom.

The final layer, the Ripple Armor, was for close-quarters defense.

Having done all this, the sturdy cultivator breathed a small sigh of relief.

Although maintaining three Magic skills at once consumed a huge amount of Mana and he couldn’t last long, saving his life was paramount. He couldn’t afford to worry about that now.

Zhao Lin knew time was short. The ultrasonic waves he had emitted already sensed the tall, thin man swimming rapidly toward them.

If he couldn’t kill the sturdy cultivator quickly, he would be caught in a pincer attack.

At this thought, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He pushed his Water Manipulation Skill to its limit, accelerating and crashing into the water barricade formed by the Flying Waterfall Skill.

BOOM! Amidst the thunderous sound, the tall water barricade was torn open down the middle. The water droplet around Zhao Lin trembled, and the light from its protective water shield dimmed considerably.

After breaking through the first defense, Zhao Lin continued his charge, smashing a gap in the water rings.

The outer protective water shield of his Water Manipulation Skill finally gave way and disintegrated.

The sturdy cultivator was aghast. Although he knew Zhao Lin was a Martial Cultivator, he had never imagined this kind of combat style.

At such close range, his decades of cultivation experience were utterly useless.

In his panic, he simultaneously poured Mana into his Heavy Ring Skill, hoping to close the gap quickly, while drawing his personal naginata and thrusting it fiercely at Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin sneered inwardly. With a flicker of his body, he threw an Ice Fist.

His fist shot through the gap. The icy energy passed through the Ripple Armor and struck the sturdy cultivator’s chest.

The sturdy cultivator felt his entire body turn icy and stiff, unable to even move a finger. His Spiritual Power stopped circulating, and the Heavy Ring Skill and Ripple Armor instantly vanished.

Zhao Lin raised his saber and lopped off the sturdy cultivator’s head.

In the last moment before his death, the sturdy cultivator vaguely saw his companion, Sen Cheng, rushing over from a distance. His mouth moved, letting out a silent sigh.

"Ping Yuan!"

Sen Cheng arrived just in time to witness this scene and couldn’t help but cry out.

Zhao Lin spun around and stared coldly at Sen Cheng.

Sen Cheng’s eyes narrowed. He halted, his expression shifting uncertainly.

Ping Yuan had excelled at defense, mastered several defensive Magic skills, and his Fubo Skill was at the Mastery level. To be killed so quickly... it forced Sen Cheng to re-evaluate Zhao Lin’s strength.

’Fight or flee?’

’If I fight, there’s a risk of defeat, even death.’

’But if I flee, I’ll lose out on twenty thousand merit points.’

’Ping Yuan is dead. If I kill Zhao Lin, all the merit points will be mine!’

Sen Cheng hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn’t resist the temptation of two Foundation Establishment Pills. He steeled his resolve, took a fist-sized, gleaming silver ball from his storage pouch, and tossed it above his head.

Zhao Lin thought it was some powerful magic treasure and immediately held his saber at the ready, his guard up.

The silver ball blossomed like a lotus, releasing more than a dozen cross-shaped snow blades that began to circle rapidly above Sen Cheng’s head.

It turned out the silver ball was formed by interlocking, overlapping snow blades.

There were sixteen snow blades in total. They shone with a silver light and emitted a low hum.

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