Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 330 Let Me Out

(Please be prepared, starting from this chapter and continuing until the end of the Ocean Grand Competition, the protagonist's aura will be somewhat dimmed...)

Arena number five.

The energy vortex formed by dozens of talismans and twelve water blades was originally overwhelming, but it crumbled instantly under the shower of colorful light. However, it did not dissipate, but turned into specks of spiritual light, which slowly rose into the air as if evaporating, and merged into the colorful clouds, becoming part of the clouds.

The two talismanic weapons, one green and one gold, also disintegrated and rose into the sky under the baptism of the light rain, merging into the colorful clouds.

At this moment, Du Fan had already used the Golden Bell Shield to resist the attack of the four-colored light rain. He himself was hiding inside the Golden Bell Shield, looking at the countless points of light around him with a horrified expression. He smiled bitterly to himself, realizing that the difference in strength between himself and the guy in front of him was not small at all.

"I surrender!" After enduring for a moment inside the Golden Bell Shield, Du Fan shouted without hesitation.

Liao Mingyu stood with a smile on his face and his hands behind his back. When the endless rain of light falling from the sky appeared above his head, it seemed to encounter an invisible layer and was forcibly separated. The rain of light split apart, bypassed his body, and continued to fall.

"Fellow Daoist Du, what did you say? I can't hear you, speak louder!" Liao Mingyu suddenly smiled strangely, put a hand to his ear, and shouted in an exaggerated manner.

"I said, I admit defeat!" A sense of unease suddenly arose in Du Fan's heart, and he shouted again.

But what sank him was that Uncle Wang, who was in charge of the arena, didn't seem to want to stop it. What chilled him to the bone even more was that the Hall Master Wang wasn't doing it on purpose; judging from his expression, he didn't seem to have heard him at all...

Du Fanton felt a chill run down his spine, and then turned his gaze to the other eight cultivators who were participating in the battle.

As a result, these people were the same, all looking up at the colorful clouds and endless rain of light high above the arena, their faces filled with shock, while they seemed not to hear their own shouts.

"Damn it! This rain of light, it can't possibly block out sound, can it..." Du Fan's eyebrows twitched wildly upon seeing this, but at this point, he had no way out and could only try to save himself.

"Although this colorful cloud was extremely strange, it was still unable to cover the entire arena."

"Now it seems that I can only face Liao Mingyu head-on once, then seize the opportunity to break out of this area of ​​light and rain and concede defeat!" Du Fan quickly came up with a plan to save himself.

"Fellow Daoist Du, what did you say? You want to fight me to the death? Very well, that's exactly what I was thinking too!" Liao Mingyu's smile vanished, and with every move he made, a fighting spirit soared into the sky.

Upon hearing this, Du Fan felt another wave of fear wash over him, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Fellow Daoist Liao, so you wanted to kill me!" Du Fan looked at Liao Mingyu, his eyes narrowed, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Fellow Daoist Du, you flatter me. I only wish to have a fair fight with you." Liao Mingyu shrugged, his expression quite innocent.

"Since that's the case, do you dare to fight me head-on?" Du Fan took a deep breath and suddenly shouted.

"Why wouldn't I dare!" Liao Mingyu smiled slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the light rain around him and Du Fan disappeared, leaving a vacuum zone.

Du Fan dispelled his Golden Bell Shield, and with a flick of his wrists, they instantly transformed into two giant, golden steel arms. He stomped one foot on the ground, and his figure shot out in an instant, leaving a series of afterimages as he hurtled towards Liao Mingyu, simultaneously throwing a punch.

Upon witnessing this scene, Liao Mingyu did not dodge or avoid it. Instead, he suddenly raised one arm, spread his five fingers, and a large, blue palm appeared in front of him.

Liao Mingyu raised his hand and pushed forward, and the giant cyan palm immediately flashed out, directly meeting Du Fan who arrived in an instant.

"boom……"

A deafening roar echoed for a moment, but it was "melted" into the surrounding rain of light, and the sound did not reach outside the arena.

"No! How could such a powerful attack have been completely silent? There's something wrong with that shower of light!" Zi Yan suddenly stood up from the VIP section of Crescent Island, her expression changing drastically.

"Fairy Ziyan, what are you doing? Sit down now!" Liu Zhongtian's expression also changed, but after a moment's thought, he immediately reprimanded her.

"Brother Liu, Du Fan, he..."

"The other party didn't commit a foul, and there's nothing we can do. This isn't a place for you to cause trouble. Sit down. As for Du Fan, his life is in the hands of fate!" Liu Zhongtian closed his eyes and spoke coldly.

Zi Yan clenched her fists, her body trembled, and a struggle flashed in her eyes, but in the end she chose to remain silent, sighed softly, and sat down again.

On the fifth arena, after a deafening roar, Du Fan spat out blood and his body flew backward.

However, Liao Mingyu was also thrown backwards. Just like Du Fan, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Only he knew how much gold was in that mouthful of blood.

Du Fan was shocked. The giant cyan palm that the opponent had just unleashed did not emit any magical power fluctuations. He was certain that it was not a magical illusion, but a simple physical technique.

Thinking of this, Du Fan gasped. He had always been confident in his physical strength, and even once believed that, within the same realm, he was almost invincible in terms of physical strength alone.

However, after what had just happened, Du Fan was momentarily dazed, and the confidence he had cultivated over the past two years instantly wavered.

Because, in the clash with the opponent's giant blue palm just now, he did not gain the slightest advantage, and even suffered serious internal injuries. At this moment, his blood and qi were churning, his whole body was in excruciating pain, as if his body had fallen apart, and most importantly, his mind had been shaken.

"He's really strong, but... this isn't the time to worry about that. Survival is the priority!" Du Fan's eyes flashed, and he quickly made a hand seal. Golden spiritual light instantly appeared, transforming into a golden bell shield that protected him.

Almost the instant the golden bell shield enveloped him, the outer golden bell shield, along with Du Fan inside, shot into the rain of light.

The rain of light poured down, striking the surface of the golden bell shield with a crackling sound, while simultaneously causing the entire shield to flicker wildly, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"Five zhang away!" Du Fan scanned the area with his divine sense and quickly determined his location. He was not far from the edge of the rain of light.

He couldn't wait for his body to land. With a slap of his hand, a Sky-Soaring Pill flew out and was instantly swallowed by him.

The next moment, his body suddenly felt light, and the Lightness Technique quietly circulated within him. He then took a big step into the void with one foot. What happened next made all the cultivators who were watching this battle widen their eyes and show disbelief.

Just as Du Fan was about to fall to the ground, he was suddenly lifted up by an invisible hand and suspended in mid-air. Then, he soared into the air and flew away from the rain of light in an instant.

"I'm not seeing things, am I? This kid can actually fly..."

At this moment, almost all the cultivators were stunned, forgetting to breathe, their minds buzzing. This scene was too bizarre, even surpassing the shock brought to them by the colorful clouds and rain. A Qi Refining stage cultivator could fly? How could this be possible!

"Fairy Ziyan, what's going on?" Liu Zhongtian's eye twitched, and he suddenly turned to look at Ziyan.

"How would I know? Brother Liu, you've asked the wrong person." Zi Yan rolled her eyes, but a hint of shock remained in her beautiful eyes as well.

"How did he do that... Could he be a martial arts practitioner? But it doesn't seem like it..." As the Great Protector of Fallen Leaf Island, Lin Musen naturally knew more than others. At this moment, his eyes flashed like lightning, and at the same time, an extremely powerful divine sense swept out. However, after a moment, he frowned, obviously having found nothing.

"I didn't expect to find such an interesting person besides those old acquaintances. This trip was definitely worthwhile." The red-haired, muscular man next to the second arena crossed his arms, his expression cold, and his eyes flashing with a strange light.

When Du Fan landed back on the arena, he spoke without hesitation.

"I give up!"

After this shout, all the cultivators present were stunned once again, and Du Fan was also stunned, because... the one who shouted those words was not him...

"I admit defeat!" Liao Mingyu got up from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, glanced at his uncle Wang who was staring blankly, and spoke again.

"Junior Nephew Liao, what did you say? You admit defeat?" Uncle Wang's mind was buzzing and in great confusion. In a short period of time, strange things happened one after another, and he was already somewhat unable to react.

"I! Concede!" Liao Mingyu took a deep breath, circulated his magical power, and suddenly roared. Because of the magical power infused into him, his voice immediately turned into a sound wave, which resounded and echoed in an instant.

"Junior Nephew Liao, are you sure?" Uncle Wang finally understood what was going on, but he was still somewhat incredulous. Even if Du Fan could fly, he was definitely no match for Liao Mingyu. Why would he admit defeat...?

Liao Mingyu shook his head helplessly. He was too lazy to say anything more. He simply flicked his sleeve, and the four-colored clouds above the arena disappeared into thin air, along with the dazzling rain of light.

He then appeared in a flash at the edge of the arena, near the barrier of light.

In front of everyone, Liao Mingyu actually stretched out a paw, pointed to his mouth, and said, word by word, "Uncle-Master Wang, look at the shape of my mouth, let! Me! Out!"

Uncle Wang looked at Liao Mingyu's exaggerated mouth shape and his face instantly turned red with embarrassment.

However, knowing the other party's identity, he dared not reprimand him under any circumstances. At this moment, he could only feel aggrieved, take out the restrictive magic tool, and cast a few spells to temporarily dispel the restrictive light screen that covered the No. 5 arena.