PFC Chapter 12769
Chapter 12769
Chapter 12769
Lin Yi filled out the roster and handed it to the referee.
The other side is the same.
A moment later, the referee announced publicly: "Tianjun, Lin Yi will play the first match."
Lin Yi and the other two were stunned at the same time.
Zhou Yuan suddenly looked up and yelled, "Cheating! The list clearly states that I went first, and the boss was supposed to be the last one. How did it become the boss going first? Don't you have any shame?"
His childlike appearance, coupled with his current outrage, somehow seemed perfectly natural.
The referee's face darkened, and he immediately raised his hand to interrupt: "The list is here, Tianjun, first match, Lin Yi."
He held up the list in his hand, and Lin Yi's name was clearly displayed in the first column.
"If you make any more noise, you will be disqualified."
Zhou Yuan was about to speak when Lin Yi pressed down on his shoulder.
At times like this, arguing with just words is meaningless.
Lin Yi looked at Xu Longyin.
Xu Longyin sat on the referee's bench, his face also looking very grim.
Li Jinwang made an exception and arranged for him to be in the judging panel, just to take care of Lin Yi. He didn't mean to help Lin Yi cheat through any underhanded means, but at least he wanted to make sure that Lin Yi wouldn't suffer any losses.
Now, things have gotten really bad; the fight hasn't even officially started yet, and they've already been set up.
Putting everything else aside, where does Xu Longyin put his face?
Fortunately, Lin Yi wasn't one to be suspicious. Anyone else, just based on this scene, would have at least planted a seed of doubt.
The problem is that Xu Longyin kept a close eye on the whole process without the slightest slackening.
At least within the referee team, he can be certain that he did not rig anything.
Lin Yi gave him a knowing look, signaling him to calm down.
Across from her, Sister Nuwa laughed without any attempt to hide her laughter: "How could a country bumpkin like you possibly imagine the depth and breadth of my Goddess Academy?"
Lin Yi immediately realized, and said in a calm tone, "It's nothing more than discovering some minor loopholes, nothing to brag about, is it?"
Sister Nuwa sneered, "She's quite the actress."
Lin Yi stopped looking at her and turned to Zhou Yuan and Long Juefeng, saying, "It's alright, it's not a big problem."
Zhou Yuan and Long Juefeng exchanged a glance and could only nod and step back.
Both of them knew that there was no point in saying anything now; it was up to Lin Yi to decide.
Lin Yi stepped into the arena.
At this moment, on a mountaintop somewhere in Tianjun.
The old beggar sat on a rock, still drinking and eating meat, while a young man stood beside him with his hands behind his back.
Before their eyes was a live projection of the duel.
"It seems I've won."
The young man said with a hint of smugness, "If Lin Yi goes on stage last, he might still have a chance to turn the tide."
"If we go up now, we'll be worn down by a series of attacks. Even if we can get past the first two, we won't have a chance against the well-rested and ready Nuwa."
The old beggar tore off a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing as he mumbled, "Don't rush to judgment, this is just the beginning."
The young man chuckled and said nothing more.
In the field.
Leng Yan walked out from the opposite side.
With his hands in his pockets, he walked slowly, or rather, leisurely, as if strolling in his own backyard.
She stopped in the center of the arena, tilted her head and looked at Lin Yi: "You don't need to think about sparring with Sister Wa, there's no chance."
The tone was matter-of-fact, as if stating a fact that had already occurred.
The next second, a three-zhang-tall Dharma image appeared behind her.
The temperature in the entire secret realm suddenly dropped drastically; just moments ago it was warm and gentle, but now it was bitterly cold.
Everyone was taken aback.
Behind Leng Yan was clearly a statue of a fire god, its entire body crimson, surrounded by flames, so much so that even the air itself appeared distorted from the heat.
Paradoxically, this scorching heat did not bring about burning sensation, but rather a kind of extreme, deep cold.
The image of the Fire God is depicted with hands clasped together and eyes closed, as if in prayer or asleep.
For every second it exists, the temperature in the entire venue drops.
Lin Yi raised an eyebrow: "You, a master of the Goddess Academy, are learning this?"
Leng Yan scoffed, "Don't you know that the God of Fire is also a female deity?"
Lin Yi felt a sense of unease. Was this thing a legitimate Vulcan?
Before he could speak again, the other party had already made the first move.
Leng Yan raised his hand and waved it.
The flames immediately swept in like a tsunami, covering everything without leaving any blind spots.
The icy flames drew a deadly arc in the air, heading straight for Lin Yi's face.
Lin Yi's figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.
With all his divine gear activated, including Dragon Scale Boots, Seven Fleeting Fireflies, Witch God Finger, and Eight Gates Heavenly Lock, his speed and agility instantly reached their maximum, far surpassing that of ordinary three-zhang-tall Dharma Avatar masters.
The afterimage remained in place while the real body had already circled to the side and then raised its hand.
He then paused.
Flames surged in from all directions, instantly engulfing him.
Zhou Yuan and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats.
Anyone with eyes can see that this is no ordinary flame. Once trapped by it, even just a tiny bit of it will be extremely dangerous.
However, the figure in the flames vanished in the next second.
"phantom?"
Leng Yan's lips curled up, and he casually flipped his hand over.
An eye of true vision immediately appeared.
As his gaze swept across, Lin Yi, who was in stealth mode, was immediately exposed. At this moment, he was approaching from the other side and was already within ten meters.
Unfortunately, all the movements were clearly visible under the Eye of True Sight, even the tension of the muscles and the force exerted by the feet were crystal clear.
"The Phoenix Cry Strike, is that it?"
Leng Yan chuckled disdainfully, raised his hand and struck out with a palm, the flames rushing towards him swiftly and fiercely.
Lin Yi was forced to retreat.
Leng Yan didn't give chase. She stood there, tilting her head to look at him leisurely: "That's it?"
On the sidelines, Zhou Yuan and the others had already turned pale.
This is what happens when intelligence is completely overwhelmed.
All of Lin Yi's trump cards had been calculated, and his opponent didn't need to probe or try to figure things out at all. Every move he made hit his weak points directly!
No matter how Lin Yi responds, it will be within the other party's expectations, and he won't be able to cause any trouble.
From beginning to end, there was absolutely no room for any unexpected strategy; the only option was to slowly grind things down bit by bit.
However, even if Lin Yi manages to overcome Leng Yan's challenge, he will inevitably suffer a huge loss.
The more resources you expend, the slimmer your chances of winning become.
I originally thought that Sister Nuwa was the most troublesome, but now it seems that even Leng Yan is not easy to deal with!
The woman opposite her, Sister Nuwa, stood with her arms crossed, her face full of contempt.
That's all there is to it.
As a powerful mage who had suffered a setback, it would be self-deception for her to say that she had no fear of Lin Yi at all.
But now it seems that the reason she was outmaneuvered by Lin Yi was entirely because of that incredibly powerful Heavenly Punishment.
Apart from that, Lin Yi was utterly worthless in her eyes!
In the arena, Leng Yan, still with his hands in his pockets, looked at Lin Yi and chuckled again: "Can't you come up with something that's not in the intelligence? What you're doing is really boring."
She paused, as if teasing a mouse: "Or do you have nothing left?"
Lin Yi didn't respond, continuing to defend without attacking, withstanding the increasingly fierce offensive without making a single mistake.