"Good very!" Huo Liaoyuan laughed angrily, Lu Ye's reaction was within his expectations. If the other party were truly to surrender meekly, he would truly look down on Lu Ye.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and clapped in the void before him. Spiritual energy surged around him, emanating from his palm like a source. A fiery red disc of spiritual energy, several zhang in diameter, rapidly unfolded. Within the disc, intricate patterns interlocked and connected, flashing with light.
Then the spirit disk seemed to be embedded in Huo Liaoyuan's palm. As his spiritual power surged, one after another fireballs, big and small, materialized from within the disk, dragging bright flames behind them like a meteor shower, heading towards Lu Ye.
As a cultivator at the ninth level of the Yunhe realm, he had spent years researching spells and naturally possessed exceptional skill in them. The Meteor Fire Rain unleashed was extraordinary from the start. Dense fireballs, dragging red light, transformed under the control of the fiery inferno into arcs that crazily surged towards Lu Ye's location. Wherever they passed, space itself twisted and burned.
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His actions were swift and his reflexes exceeded the capabilities of even a fifth-layer cultivator.
Boom boom boom...
A volley of fireballs rained down upon the open space, slamming into the dueling platform and exploding against the surrounding barrier with blinding light and a deafening roar.
With a serene expression, Huo Liaoyuan's eyes widened in surprise.
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But the opponent was able to move freely within their own meteor shower...
Could this be a reaction only someone at the level of a five-layered realm cultivator could have?
<<< Huo Liao's expression immediately became serious. He had seen similar situations before, where things turned south unexpectedly. He reminded himself to learn from past experiences. His spiritual energy began to surge, and the number of fireballs emanating from the spirit disk in front of him increased, their trajectories becoming more erratic. >>>
Lu Ye's entire person was like a fish, swimming upstream in the midst of those overwhelming fireballs. When his mentality shifted from burning everything to heart-warming, he immediately felt the pressure, and his speed of moving against the current slowed down abruptly.
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A cultivator has a certain degree of control over the spells they release. This ability manifests after reaching the seventh level of cultivation.
To take Lu Ye as an example, when he first practiced the Phoenix Fire Art, his cultivation level was only at the third level. The spells he cast were whatever trajectory they ended up on, he couldn't control them at all, so his accuracy was terrible.
But after reaching the seventh level of cultivation, a cultivator can control their out-of-body spiritual energy. This is also the fundamental reason why cultivators at this level can wield weapons.
Since ????????? can manipulate the spiritual energy infused into weapons, they can naturally also manipulate spells.
A cultivator's skill is not solely determined by the number of techniques they possess or their potency. It also hinges on their mastery and control over these techniques.
Hu Li Liao Yuan is undoubtedly a qualified cultivator. With the overwhelming fireballs erupting, while he can't control them all, controlling a part of them is still achievable.
But this part, the fireballs he controlled, their trajectory was extremely difficult to discern.
At this moment, Lü Ye clearly dodged some fireballs' attacks, but those fireballs could return and attack from behind.
The hand that had been gripping the hilt of the sword moved, and a crimson blade flashed. The Panshan Sword roared out, its light slicing through the incoming fireballs with each flash, sending them exploding in a chorus of booms.
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He didn't use the power of the talent tree, this was his confidence in facing Hulio, he didn't want to expose it unless absolutely necessary.
Besides, to defeat a cultivator at the ninth layer of the Yunhe realm, relying solely on the power of the Heavenly Talent Tree would be far from enough. He needed to let the Fiery Inferno consume as much of his own strength as possible. Only then, when he was weakened, could he deliver a fatal blow.
Compared to being set ablaze by fire, his ability was far inferior.
But apart from that, there are no other advantages to fire.
Huo Liao's eyes glared with fury. "Die!" he roared, his face contorted in a menacing expression.
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Just as he focused on the fireball, a chaotic and violent force surge came at him. The huge fireball suddenly expanded in his vision, accompanied by a deafening roar and blinding flames.
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Boom...
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Suddenly, flames surged, and Lu Ye stumbled out of them, his figure leaning slightly forward. He held one hand out in front of him, a huge defensive spirit pattern blocking his way. At first glance, it looked like he was holding a shield. His other hand, though burned to the point of exposed flesh, still tightly gripped his Yanshan sword.
He stood on the fighting platform with both feet, and when that enormous shock wave hit him, he slid backward over thirty meters before barely managing to stabilize himself.
With a deafening roar, the shield that Lu Ye held in front of him shattered, revealing his figure. His clothes were torn and tattered, his body covered in burn marks, even his hair had a charred, curled section.
He had gone to great lengths before, gradually closing the distance with Huoliao Yuan. But the other party effortlessly erased all his previous efforts, leaving everything back where it started.
"As expected… I hate cultivators," Lu Ye twisted his head, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He calmed his churning qi and blood.
These guys rely on their size and strength to do whatever they please, leaving him with no chance to use his knowledge.
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He looked like he had discovered something new and interesting, his eyes full of excitement and joy: "Just the fifth level realm, could actually block my spells. Lu Yiye, you are truly a monster. No wonder you gave the major forces in Wanmo Ridge such a headache. I was still thinking, killing you like this would be too cheap. I even used the Dead Duel Stage, such an extraordinary treasure! Since you're so capable…" His expression suddenly turned cold, and the words that came out of his mouth were like ice from the underworld: "Then struggle well. No matter what, after I put in so much effort, you have to put on a good show for me!"
A flash of inspiration, and the spirit disc shimmered once more. A multitude of fireballs materialized on its surface. Each one appeared, paused momentarily, then surged forward relentlessly towards Lu Ye.
After the previous loss, Lu Ye knew that with his current abilities, attempting to rush into the enemy's front lines in this situation would be wishful thinking.
Fa Xiu's physique was indeed slender. If they were approached by the soldiers, most wouldn't have a good outcome. But they had long arms! Long arms are the truth. In the face of an absolute disparity in strength, it would be unrealistic for the soldiers to get close to them.
As expected, we still need to keep consuming his power.
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Such a spell, with such a dense offensive, would even drain the energy of someone like Huo Liaoyuan, even if they were at the Ninth Layer Realm!
Having made up his mind, Lu Ye immediately darted to the side. Balls of fire followed closely behind, narrowly missing him as they slammed onto the duel platform and against the barrier, producing a deafening boom. The shockwave from the explosions raged in all directions. Lu Ye felt like he was a lone boat on the sea, tossed about in a storm of wind and waves.
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<<< Huo Liao Yuan was indeed a little crazy, his expression distorted. This might have something to do with the heavy casualties under his command yesterday, over sixty people died all at once, and the psychological pressure was too great. Today, he got the opportunity, and finally let it all out. >>>
He frantically attacked with his magic while laughing hysterically, shouting, "Run! Run! You look like a rat running around, so pathetic. Want to kill me? Come and get me then! All you do is run, there's no chance of killing me!"
He wasn't just mocking, he was also provoking, showing that his ambitious nature is still very meticulous. Even when he had complete control, he instinctively used words to influence Lu Ye's mind.
Lu Ye wouldn't pay him any mind. Having made up her mind to wear him down first, the longer the delay, the better.
The deafening roars echoed continuously. Lu Ye dashed back and forth on the battle stage, occasionally feigning a charge to confuse Huo Liaoyuan. Predictably, whenever he did this, Huo Liaoyuan's attacks intensified, repelling him.
The Pa Shan sword in his hand had almost become a mere decoration, he barely got the chance to swing it. He continuously activated the Defensive Spirit Rune to block some unavoidable attacks.
<<< Although no fireball directly harmed him, the shockwaves from each explosion still caused him pain throughout his body, his qi and blood fluctuating wildly. >>>
This is also the reason why he didn't immediately activate the talent tree's power. Of course, activating the talent tree can isolate fire-based energy from harming himself, but the accompanying shock and tremors are unavoidable.
Moreover, stimulating the talent tree in this way is extremely taxing on one's mental energy. Even though Lu Ye's current mental energy surpasses that of cultivators of the same realm by a lot, it's still difficult to maintain for a long time.
This trump card must be used at the right opportunity to achieve a surprising effect.
Time flies, a cup of tea, an incense stick...
Lu Ye's appearance grew increasingly disheveled. The expression of burning like a raging fire was no longer as carefree as before.
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