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"Then, who is next?" Ye Mingshang asked, standing with his hands behind his back.
The crowd exchanged glances, and after a moment, a middle-aged man in his forties stepped forward.
"I will have a match with you," he said, jumping onto the Arena.
"May I ask your name?" Ye Mingshang cupped his fists.
"Maoshan Sect Shilei," the middle-aged man replied, also cupping his fists.
"Shilei, is it really him?!" Someone recognized him and exclaimed.
"Who is Shilei?"
"Oh my, you don't even know him?"
"I only asked because I didn't know." The person looked at him with a helpless expression.
"Alright, since you asked sincerely, I will generously tell you."
"Are you going to say something about preventing the world from being destroyed and protecting world peace?" The person shot him an exasperated glance.
"Ahem, you're thinking too much."
Then, with a serious expression, he continued, "Shilei is the protector of the Maoshan Sect. He entered the Celestial Master realm twenty years ago. His skills are extraordinary; if he didn't prefer to handle various trivial matters, he would probably be the current sect leader."
"Is he really that impressive?"
"What do you think? He is my idol."
Without any unnecessary chatter, after a brief introduction, the duel between Both Sides began.
Ye Mingshang also chose to let the opponent strike first, waiting on the side.
"Underestimating me?"
Shilei narrowed his eyes and casually waved his hand, sending a beam of light flying.
Ye Mingshang could see that it was a talisman, specifically the most basic Fire Bell Talisman, but it seemed to be modified in some way.
The talisman arrived in an instant; although it was made of paper, it was not soft at all, instead slicing through the air like a blade.
Ye Mingshang sidestepped to avoid it, but the talisman emitted a dazzling light as it passed by.
Ye Mingshang remained vigilant and, seeing this, quickly crossed his arms in front of him.
"Boom!"
The talisman exploded with the force of a bomb.
"Good reaction, but this is just the beginning," Shilei mused lightly before waving his hand again.
Swish, swish, swish!
Several beams of golden light flew through the air, encircling Ye Mingshang from another direction.
"Boom!"
Another loud explosion followed as three talismans detonated simultaneously, their combined power even greater.
"Not yet finished."
As he spoke, Shilei waved his hands, pulling out several Spirit Talismans from nowhere and accurately throwing them, never missing.
Then he formed the Yin Seal with his hands and shouted, "Explode!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sound was enormous, and Ye Mingshang was instantly enveloped within it.
"What the hell! This is getting serious!"
"This Fellow is already on par with several Grenades in power. Can a mere mortal withstand this?"
"Stop talking and look."
As the smoke cleared, a faint golden light emerged.
Ye Mingshang crouched slightly, arms extended sideways, pushing outward.
A translucent golden barrier enveloped him, blocking all attacks.
As he retracted the barrier, Ye Mingshang stood up and exclaimed, "Phew! You old man are truly a madman; your moves are almost catching up to mine."
Ye Mingshang was speaking the truth; he often used the Fire Bell Spell. Initially, it was purely about burning and changing forms.
Later on, as he delved deeper, the explosive power became stronger, suitable for instant annihilation.
Since then, he began to alter the nature of the Fire Bell Spell, transforming it from burning into explosions.
During that time, it was quite helpful to him.
However, what he said fell on the other person's ears as a thick layer of sarcasm.
He had diligently practiced talisman techniques for over thirty years, relying on his extraordinary talent and relentless effort, and had managed to understand quite a few secret symbols.
This was his pride and also his capital for navigating the world; this skill in Daoist Arts could not only deal with evil spirits but also with ordinary people.
But now, being told by a young brat that he was almost catching up to him?
Wasn't that a mockery?
Shilei's expression darkened. "Brat, how dare you compare yourself to me. Prepare to die!"
As he spoke, he extended both hands outward, and from his wide sleeves, streams of golden light began to fly out continuously.
At first glance, it looked very much like Unprincipled's sword technique.
However, this talisman light was clearly more abundant, resembling a machine gun that kept firing.
"Interesting," Ye Mingshang's eyes lit up, becoming more serious.
Thinking this, he also produced a stack of red Spirit Talismans in his hands.
Swish, swish, swish!
The Spirit Talismans flew out rapidly, and there were many of them, almost equal in number to Shilei's.
Boom, boom, boom!
A series of rumbling sounds erupted, and for a moment, the air between the two was filled with smoke.
"I didn't expect the Night Young Master's talisman techniques to be so profound, able to rival this Shilei," an old man exclaimed in surprise.
"Rival is not quite accurate. Didn't you notice that Ye Mingshang's Spirit Talisman has no effect on mortals? It is entirely aimed at evil spirits," a calm middle-aged man said, arms crossed.
"Oh! Now that you mention it, that's indeed the case. Ye Mingshang's Spirit Talisman may not be as powerful as Shilei's, but that explosive talisman is extremely unstable. Ye Mingshang took advantage of this point, using his Spirit Talisman to create a small-scale explosion, thereby detonating Shilei's Spirit Talisman."
"Exactly, exactly. To have such insight at such a young age is truly remarkable."
Above the Arena, Shilei's expression darkened.
He had abandoned other spells and physical training, completely immersing himself in the study of talisman techniques.
Huang Tian's efforts were indeed rewarding, leading him to impressive results in his research.
With these talisman techniques, he transformed from someone who was not adept at combat into a war machine; no one dared to underestimate him.
His reputation even gradually surpassed that of his Senior Brother of the Sect Master.
He thought that even if he lost to some people in combat, no one could match his mastery in talisman techniques.
Until today.
This young man, already famous in the Taoist Sect, possessed such abilities—not only was his spellcasting remarkable, but he also had extraordinary talent in talisman techniques.
Although currently, the opponent's talisman skills were still slightly inferior to his own.
However, the other party was still very young, twenty years younger than him, which was almost half his age.
Moreover, Ye Mingshang was not solely focused on talisman techniques; his physical skills and spells were also very strong.
Each aspect fell within the realm of a top expert.
Physical skills, spells, talisman techniques.
As the three main disciplines of the Taoist Sect, it is already extremely difficult for an ordinary person to cultivate even one of them to its peak throughout their life.
To reach the pinnacle of any one discipline is to become a revered expert, standing at the top of the world.
Yet today, someone had once again reshaped his understanding.
Ye Mingshang had already showcased his talents in physical skills and spells during his previous duel with Zhang Jin.
Although the spell was fleeting, he had noticed it.
Especially the light curtain at the beginning of their battle, which resembled the Ancestral Land God Spell, could be cast in such a manner.
Now, even his strongest area of expertise, talisman techniques, seemed comparable to Ye Mingshang's, perhaps even nearly on par.
For the first time, he began to feel jealous of someone's talent. (To be continued.)
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