Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 309 Smashing Spirit Stones

Half an hour later, Song Yong had thrown out more than five hundred spirit stones. At this time, his face was pale, his eyes were dull, and his movements of throwing spirit stones were skilled yet wooden, like a puppet, which was very strange.

Du Fan remained standing there calmly, looking at the dozen or so pale-faced cultivators outside the magic array. A faint smile appeared on his lips, as if he were watching a show, very leisurely. There was not a trace of the tragic atmosphere surrounding him.

On the third arena, apart from Du Fan and his companion, no cultivator can remain unscathed; they are all caught up in a frenzied melee.

At this moment, the number of cultivators on the arena has drastically decreased from more than sixty at the beginning to twenty-three.

If we're talking about the largest battle group on the third arena right now, it has to be the defensive formation set up by Du Fan. Including the two people inside the formation, there are as many as fifteen people in this battle group.

The other eight were divided into four smaller battle groups, fighting in pairs. Their strengths were similar, and it was difficult to determine a winner for a while.

These eight people also noticed the special situation on the other side of the magic circle, but under the tight control of their opponents, even if they wanted to join the attack on the magic circle, it would be difficult for them to do so.

The situation on the other nine arenas was far more dire than on the third arena. None of these people had any of those bizarre things like defensive formations; they could only rely on their own strength to withstand the attacks from all directions.

On the arena, severed limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere, and the ground was stained red with blood, a shocking sight, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

There were not many cultivators still fighting. At this moment, they were all disheveled, their eyes were bloodshot, and their shouts and cries had become hoarse and sharp.

The most tragic was Arena Number Four. Among the ten arenas, Arena Number Four had the fewest alliances. Therefore, almost everyone had to face more than sixty other cultivators alone. As soon as the melee broke out, it became extremely fierce. The lives of cultivators were like grass, instantly harvested.

One of the powerful body cultivators smashed a seductive woman's head from behind with a single punch.

But before the body cultivator could even smile, seven or eight spells of various colors swept in from his left and right sides, instantly devouring him completely. In the blink of an eye, his flesh and blood collapsed, all his life force vanished, and not even a single intact bone remained. His entire body turned to ashes.

In another battle on this arena, two cultivators retreated to a corner and were evenly matched when suddenly five or six cultivators appeared around them and, without saying a word, simultaneously conjured spells.

A thousand rays of light shone forth, accompanied by a deafening roar. One of the two cultivators died instantly, his mangled body flying everywhere. It crashed violently into the protective light barrier at the edge of the arena, bounced off, and then landed with a thud.

The other person hurriedly cast a protective spell to escape the attack. He spat out blood and moved more than ten feet away, getting rid of the previous battle. However, the moment his figure appeared, he was discovered by another group of cultivators. After the spell covered him, a miserable scream was heard and then stopped abruptly.

After confirming the death of the fallen cultivator, the surrounding cultivators didn't even glance at him. Immediately afterward, roars and curses erupted, and the group resumed their chaotic battle, as if the previous scene was merely a minor episode that would soon be forgotten.

Before long, the void light in this battle suddenly intensified, dazzling and bright, with violent mixed energy brewing within it. This was the fusion effect produced by the collision and intertwining of several spells.

With a deafening roar, an extremely terrifying energy surge erupted, sweeping across all directions. Several screams rang out instantly, and several more people died...

The melee on Arena Number Four was the most intense and also the closest to its end. At this point, only fourteen cultivators remained on the arena. Once four more were eliminated, the first round of the competition could be declared over.

Apart from arenas number three and four, the number of cultivators still in combat power in the other arenas is no more than twenty, and the number of those remaining is similar to that in arena number four, with only sixteen people left.

If the current trend continues, the top 100 cultivators of the competition will appear in less than half an hour.

The battle scene on Arena No. 3, where Du Fan was located, was quite special. More than ten cultivators surrounded a magic array and bombarded it continuously, but they could not break through it after a long time. Therefore, as early as the start of the competition, many people in the inner field paid attention to it.

The cultivators sitting on the special platform all turned their attention to Du Fan. Faced with such a bizarre scene, even they were somewhat taken aback, and their eyes flashed with strange light.

However, these people all came from the three main islands. They were either highly skilled or held extraordinary positions. Although Du Fan was suspected of taking shortcuts, they did not show any intention of stopping him.

After all, Du Fan's actions did not violate the rules of the competition, and more importantly, this matter did not have a significant impact on the three main islands. Therefore, there was no need for them to speak up. After the initial shock, many people revealed intriguing smiles on their faces.

"Damn it, this little guy managed to find such a big loophole." Lin Musen's cheek muscles twitched involuntarily as he looked at the defensive array and Du Fan inside it. He was really annoyed.

Unlike the other cultivators on the special stands, Lin Musen was the host and chief referee of this year's Hainan Rendez-Vous. When faced with such a bizarre situation, it was simply wrong to intervene, but it was even more wrong not to.

Most critically, at this moment, at least twenty divine thoughts arrived, all of them Golden Core protectors from various islands. These people protested and demanded that he deal with Du Fan's matter immediately.

Lin Musen felt a headache coming on. He rubbed his temples. He was already somewhat dissatisfied with Du Fan.

"Forget it, never mind. The low-grade magic weapon that Fellow Daoist Liu from Crescent Island gave me is quite extraordinary. I can't very well refuse him. After the competition ends, if those old guys from other islands come knocking on my door, I'll just shut myself off. They won't be able to do anything to me!"

Thinking of the magical artifact that Liu Zhongtian had given him when he visited him a few days ago, Lin Musen finally gritted his teeth and made a decision. He stopped paying attention to the divine thoughts coming from all directions, took a deep breath, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Seeing Lin Musen like this, the Golden Core protectors who had sent out their divine senses became somewhat exasperated. However, there was nothing they could do. If the highest arbiter of Fallen Leaf Island didn't care about this matter, even if they spoke up, they would only be making a fool of themselves.

"Fairy Ziyan, did you teach him this method?" In the VIP section where Crescent Island was located, Chen Da looked at Du Fan, slightly stunned, and couldn't help but whisper.

"How could that be? If I had come up with such a brilliant idea, I would have discussed this matter with you all long ago and prepared a set of this formation for every cultivator from this island who goes into battle..."

"It's a real pity that Du Fan, that brat, actually kept this from me. Otherwise, all ten cultivators from Crescent Island could have made it into the top 100 of the competition!" Zi Yan said resentfully after her beautiful eyes flashed.

"Sister Ziyan, what exactly did you and this boy talk about? Did he really come up with this method on his own?" The white-haired old woman's face showed a hint of suspicion.

"Sister Jin, I only explained the situation of the first round of the competition to Du Fan in advance so that he could be mentally prepared. Other than that, I didn't say anything else." Zi Yan smiled bitterly, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Fellow Daoists, in my opinion, this outcome couldn't be better," Liu Zhongtian said with a slight smile.

Chen Da's eyes flashed, and he said, "Brother Liu, what do you mean by that?"

The other two remained silent, but their eyes held a hint of doubt as they looked at the middle-aged man surnamed Liu.

"Do you think that if all ten disciples from Crescent Island set up a defensive formation, that old bastard Lin Musen would still turn a blind eye like this? And would the other islands that suffered losses still remain silent?" Liu Zhongtian chuckled and shook his head.

"Ah, that's right, Brother Liu is right! We were confused just now!" Chen Da's eyes lit up, and his previous resentment vanished.

Upon hearing this, Zi Yan and the old woman surnamed Jin understood the situation, smiled awkwardly, and said nothing more.

On the third arena, the four small battle groups have successively decided their victories and defeats. Three people with serious injuries chose to withdraw, and the remaining person was killed by his opponent before he could even cry for help.

The four victorious cultivators did not fight again, but instead turned their gazes toward the magic array.

Outside the magic array where Du Fan was, thirteen cultivators were still present. At this moment, their eyes were all bloodshot, and they looked like madmen. They roared and howled, as if they had gone crazy, and bombarded the magic array. They looked like they had a deep hatred.

Ten of them held magical weapons, and with a sudden wave of their hands, spells shot out.

The other three, though lacking magical weapons, all possessed secret techniques. When they formed hand seals, the spells they conjured were no less powerful than those of cultivators wielding magical weapons.

Among the four without magical weapons, there was a boy dressed in fiery red robes. This boy possessed a fire elemental root and his fire-attribute supernatural abilities were extremely astonishing. The strange fireball the size of a fist that had severely injured the middle-aged man earlier was unleashed by this boy.

"Damn it, I'll tear you to pieces!" The red-clad boy's eyes were practically spitting fire as he stared intently at the two people in the formation, stomping his feet in rage and flying into a rage.

"How can they have so many spirit stones? So far, they've smashed in at least 1,500 spirit stones." The petite woman frowned, made a hand seal, and with a flick of her wrist, a sword light slashed down.

"Not good! The battle over there has ended, and the remaining four are heading this way." The lean old man's expression shifted, he stopped what he was doing, and suddenly turned around.