Chapter 18: Divine Skills: Broadcast Gymnastics
Ning Fengzhi gestured to the Bone Douluo beside him, and suddenly, a powerful aura belonging to a Super Douluo descended, and the entire audience fell silent.
Sword Douluo Chenxin was now curiously sizing up Li Tianyi. Even though he had heard some of Ning Fengzhi's stories yesterday, he was still amazed by his performance today.
Li Tianyi helplessly spread his hands and looked across at Rong Lin. The other had been quite friendly in guiding him yesterday, and he felt a little embarrassed to just attack him.
Rong Lin, as if facing a formidable enemy, solemnly raised his dark yellow longsword and said solemnly, "No matter what your situation is, I will do my best."
Li Tianyi was distracted at this moment. He had noticed that everyone on the Douluo Continent matured early, developing like an adult by the age of twelve. However, Rong Lin across from him was a late bloomer, with a baby face that made him look truly young.
Rong Lin, observing his opponent's nonchalant expression, grimace etched on his face. He shouted, "Fourth Soul Skill: Melting Dragon Breaking Heaven!"
The purple spirit ring around Rong Lin ignited, and the dark yellow sword spirit in his hand instantly unleashed a fierce, sharp aura, charging straight at Li Tianyi.
Li Tianyi's stern face turned to Ning Fengzhi, giving him a dull glare.
As Rong Lin's sword was about to strike Li Tianyi, gasps erupted from the audience. Many timid female disciples hurriedly closed their eyes, fearing a tragic outcome.
"Clang!"
The two strikes collided, echoing with a chorus of clashes.
"Holy shit! How is that even possible?"
"That's Senior Brother Rong Lin's thousand-year-old fourth soul skill!"
The disciples in the audience were stunned beyond words, and even the deacons and elders were dumbfounded.
On the stage, Li Tianyi extended his index and middle fingers, firmly gripping Rong Lin's sword spirit. No matter how hard Rong Lin lashed out with his sword, he couldn't break free.
A look of horror crossed Rong Lin's eyes. He knew full well how much strength he had exerted, fearing he would have pierced through both hundred-year-old soul beasts in an instant.
Yet, the other beasts remained motionless, their expressions unwavering as they took the blow.
"Bang!"
Li Tianyi curled his fingers, deflecting Rong Lin and his sword.
Li Tianyi didn't glance at Rong Lin, who stood there stunned. He was already deeply annoyed by Ning Fengzhi's frivolous "game."
He yawned and looked down at the assembled disciples on the stage, sleepily saying, "Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?"
"Haha, not a single one capable of fighting."
Hearing this taunt, the elders in the audience glared in displeasure. They expected a rebuttal from the disciples, but instead found themselves all keeping their heads down and silent.
Ning Fengzhi stepped out and said with a gentle smile, "Since our sect bears the name of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, our most prominent feature is the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda."
"How about adding another person to the original challenge as a support?"
Li Tianyi sighed in admiration, suddenly understanding Grand Master Ning's motives.
Clearly, he had seen his own combat prowess before, and today, he wanted to use him to defeat these combat spirit masters and temper their pride.
Finally, he wanted to add a support spirit master to defeat him, thereby establishing his position as a support spirit master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda. What a calculated scheme!
Seeing this, Li Tianyi knew that even if he could escape the first blow, he probably wouldn't be able to avoid the fifteenth. So, he feigned youthful arrogance and said, "Let alone two, I can defeat ten of these bastards!"
The disciples below, even wary of Li Tianyi's strength, were furious at this taunt, eager to attack and tear him apart.
Ning Fengzhi glanced at the two young men beside him and said, "Ning Jian, Guo Lie, you two go spar with the future senior brother."
"Whoosh!"
Li Tianyi observed the two men on stage before him, speechless. "Old Ning, how badly do you want to defeat me? Judging by these two buddies' aged appearances, I know they're definitely quite strong."
Sure enough, one of them bowed and said, "Ning Jian, Martial Soul: Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, Level 49 Support-type Weapon Soul Sect."
"Guo Lie, Martial Soul: Fiery Sky-Swallowing Python, Level 49 Offensive-type Battle Soul Sect." "!!!"
"What about age? Aren't there age requirements listed in your rules?" Li Tianyi smelled a conspiracy, feeling like he'd fallen into a pre-planned trap.
Ning Fengzhi remained composed as Li Tianyi looked around for an explanation. A few elders blushed, but the disciples didn't cheer. Instead, they remained silent, their eyes clearly anticipating the two on stage to give Li Tianyi a beating.
Haha, awesome! Li Tianyi wanted to give Ning Fengzhi a thumbs up immediately.
"Brother Li, are you ready?" Ning Jian, who was wearing the sect's special uniform, asked "friendly".
Li Tianyi looked at him with a cold face, stretched out his middle finger, and hooked it in his own direction.
Guo Lie and Ning Jian's faces began to turn ugly.
A huge black snake shadow appeared directly on the ring, and black flames instantly rose on Guo Lie's body. As the flames appeared, the man began to turn into a snake, and fine scales grew on his face.
"Seven treasures turn into colored glaze."
A colorful colored glaze pagoda also appeared in Ning Jian's palm instantly.
Li Tianyi watched the two perform quietly without any movement.
Ning Jian and Guo Lie looked at each other tacitly. Guo Lie took the lead and the fourth purple soul ring on his body lit up directly.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Wild Python Chasing Wind Break!"
Ning Jian followed closely behind, two yellow soul rings radiating brightly. "The Seven Treasures are famous: one is strength, the other is speed!"
With the blessing of these two rays of light, Guo Lie's speed suddenly increased to a new level, and in the blink of an eye, he attacked Li Tianyi.
Li Tianyi's eyes lost their pupils, his hair stood on end, and golden flames ignited his body. He launched a simple punch directly.
"Boom!"
Guo Lie, charging at him relentlessly, spitted blood and was sent flying back, powerless to resist.
Before Guo Lie could land, a golden figure instantly surpassed him and, like a crushing force, kicked Ning Jian, who was supporting him from behind, away.
"Hiss!" Everyone in the audience gasped, except for the three Sword Douluo Ning Fengzhi, who remained in good condition.
Li Tianyi retracted the golden flames, his hair growing back, and stood there quietly.
The two figures, lying on the ground, struggled to their feet. Ning Jian looked at Li Tianyi in confusion and said bitterly, "Don't we even have the right to force you to use your spirit ring?"
Li Tianyi, observing his aggrieved expression, touched his nose and said speechlessly, "I really don't have a martial spirit.
Why don't you believe me?" Ning Jian wasn't the only one incredulous; everyone in the audience thought Li Tianyi was a fraud. Without a top-tier martial spirit, how could he be so powerful?
Guo Lie looked at Li Tianyi longingly and changed his tone, "Big Brother, what kind of spirit skill are you practicing? It's so powerful?"
Li Tianyi rubbed his head and pouted. "I said I was doing radio gymnastics just now. Do you believe me?"
"Radio gymnastics?"
"What kind of inherited divine skill is that?"
"Isn't it a spirit beast spirit skill?"
"Can you teach us, Big Brother?" Everyone instinctively assumed that Li Tianyi's strength was due to some kind of radio gymnastics and began to look at him eagerly.
The repeated calls of "Big Brother" at this moment confirmed that Li Tianyi's strength had completely captivated the younger generation of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
"Ahem!" Ning Fengzhi suddenly walked out.
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