After leaving the team, the adventurer ladies regretted it deeply-Chapter 746 - 515, Lin Da’s Power_2

Bang! Bang! Bang! His arms expanded as if fueled by adrenaline, swelling noticeably.

Lin Da raised his sword with his left hand, unleashing the Abandon Armor Strike, while his right hand snapped his fingers.

Level 40 Poison Technique Series Rare Technique: Fragile Aura.

Ignores level, ignores profession, and affects all hostile targets within a 30-meter radius, increasing the damage they receive by 30%.

Like a stone falling into a lake, pale purple ripples spread through the air.

Amidst a sea of "Mi San," only one figure revealed a Life Barrier. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Struck by the pale purple ripples, cracks quickly formed across the barrier’s surface!

"What is this?"

Mi San’s heart sank in shock.

His Life Barrier was riddled with fractures, its defensive power clearly compromised. Most crucially, his clones lacked a Source Core and could not generate barriers.

Among the countless "Mi San" clones, he alone stood out, his fractured barrier glaringly obvious.

Such a simple Fragile Aura completely neutralized his countless clones.

"Hmph, so what?" Mi San regained his composure. "I’ll hide among my clones. By the time you get close to me, you’ll have exhausted most of your strength!"

He steadied himself, gripping his two Reverse Hand Blades that gleamed like broken crescent moons as they sliced through the air with a mournful scream, aiming ruthlessly for Lin Da’s neck!

Swoosh!

Suddenly, Lin Da’s figure vanished from where he stood.

"So fast!" Mi San’s eyelid twitched. All he caught was a faint, blurred trace.

Left side? No... the lower left!

An icy chill crawled up Mi San’s spine, making him shiver. Lin Da shot toward him like an arrow, weaving through the myriad clones and leaving a trail of unquenchable Black Flames in his wake.

The clones wailed as they came into contact with the Black Flames, disintegrating amidst a string of sharp "boom, boom, boom" explosions.

"Heh, you’ve fallen into my trap!"

Facing Lin Da, who attacked from below, Mi San’s eyes showed no fear.

He crossed his arms, his Reverse Hand Blades spreading like butterfly wings, spinning his entire body into a human top.

The outermost edge of the top consisted of venomous Reverse Hand Blade edges!

Technique: Death Lotus!

As Mi San spun, a purple tornado roared to life.

The icy high platform crumbled instantly under the tornado’s onslaught, with shards of stone and dirt spiraling into its vortex like a massive white serpent anchored in the ground, jaws wide open as it lunged for Lin Da!

Alexander shook his head and rumbled, "Seems like I won’t need to step in. This is the first time Mi San has ever used this move in Ice Abyss. Everyone assumes he’s not skilled at close combat, but in truth, it’s his specialty."

Death Lotus unleashed an astonishing suction force while in motion, leaving Lin Da no opportunity to evade at close quarters.

McCarthy’s expression grew heavy. Floating low in the air, she prepared herself to intervene at any moment.

In the stands below, Oren frowned and muttered to himself, "Is this the full extent of your power?"

Based on the current performance, Lin Da could only be considered outstanding among typical adventurers.

Suddenly, a change unfolded in the arena.

After assessing the intensity of Death Lotus, Lin Da hesitated no longer. Using Flying Snake Crossing, he traversed over ten meters in an instant, directly entering the tornado’s core.

"Courting death?" Mi San gritted his teeth and fueled his Magic Circuit with all his might, escalating the tornado’s ferocity even further.

Thinking Lin Da might have a cunning trick up his sleeve, Mi San instead watched as his opponent charged headlong without dodging like a reckless fool.

As Mi San looked into Lin Da’s faintly smirking eyes, an ominous feeling welled up in his chest. Why weren’t the winds of Death Lotus, lethal as they were, even denting this man’s barrier?

The Wind Blades were completely blocked by Lin Da’s barrier. His disheveled black hair whipped in the gale as he fixed his unflinching gaze on Mi San. Those deep eyes carried no trace of emotion, like Oren flipping through a Magical Dragon Totem comic book—a pastime he had no genuine interest in.

The look in his eyes conveyed utter indifference, as if deeming his opponent far too unworthy to stir even the slightest ripple of emotion.

In that chilling moment of realization, Mi San understood he had underestimated his foe.

Scenes from his hometown inexplicably surfaced in Mi San’s mind. He saw his father, now graying and aged, and his younger brother, eyes full of reverence, awaiting his triumphant return.

Unbidden, tears welled up in his eyes.

Lin Da’s right foot stomped the air, and with another Flying Snake Crossing, he instantly appeared in front of Mi San.

Emerald light coursed down his arm, surging into the Serpent Shadow Patterned Sword.

Abandon Armor and Fight activated, significantly enhancing Lin Da’s next three normal attacks.

Boom!

The longsword pierced through the air with a sharp whistle, aiming straight for Mi San’s chest!

"Such speed!"

Even as someone of the Ninja profession, Mi San was unable to keep pace.

Realizing he couldn’t evade, he braced himself, crossing his Reverse Hand Blades to block the strike.

At the moment their weapons clashed, Mi San felt an overwhelming force surge through the blade’s hilt.

His arms immediately went numb, and the clear sound of bones snapping rang in his ears. He watched, horrified, as his arms twisted outwardly, white bone fragments tearing through his skin and jutting grotesquely from his joints.

Locked in close-quarters combat, Mi San finally sensed Lin Da’s Magic Power.

Fear, despair, and bitter self-mockery flooded his heart. The aura before him was no weaker than Oren’s own—a vast, blazing Magic Power akin to the sun.

Blood spurted from Mi San’s mouth like an arrow shot from a bow.

The surrounding scenery blurred in retreat. Every inch of Mi San’s body screamed in agony, his limbs strangely unresponsive, leaving him unable to locate himself within reality.

He caught sight of his Reverse Hand Blades spinning through the air, clouds streaking past in rapid motion, and his father’s worried look as he’d left home that day.

"At least... my mission is complete. The rest is up to Alexander."

With a dull thud, Mi San was sent crashing into the Cultivation Building’s wall, half his body embedded within it. His head tilted to the side, and he lost consciousness on the spot.

As Mi San fell unconscious, the tornado ravaging the arena dissipated instantly.

With an agile step in mid-air, Lin Da redirected his assault toward the armored giant, who stood frozen in shock.

A Magic Flame Strike spanned a distance of thirty meters as the Serpent Shadow Patterned Sword thrust towards the giant’s chest.

Alexander cried out in agony, caught unprepared by the attack.

The impregnable defense he had once prided himself on felt as flimsy as paper beneath Lin Da’s blade. Panic filled him as he hastily shifted into a defensive stance.

Lin Da’s assault carried on relentlessly. Following the initial strike, he delivered a sweeping whip kick. Despite being a basic attack, with the added boost from the Radiant Technique Abandon Armor and Fight, its impact exceeded that of many rare techniques.

The whip kick landed on Alexander’s abdomen with explosive force, triggering a series of detonations in the air. The three-meter-tall giant’s eyes bulged as he gasped like a fish kicked out of water.

The strength behind this attack was something even the most explosive swordsmen couldn’t replicate!

Alexander clenched his teeth, swinging a hand as broad as a fan to grasp Lin Da.

With his crushing grip, anything caught would be shattered—even Oren wouldn’t dare meet him head-on.

But Lin Da retreated swiftly, evading Alexander’s grasp. Taking advantage of the opening, he executed a back-kick that landed squarely on the giant’s chest.

Alexander’s face contorted with pain as blood gushed from his mouth and nose. Yet, instead of retreating, he lunged forward with outstretched arms, aiming to trap Lin Da.

"Bring it on!"

Lin Da’s gaze burned with fervor as he unleashed a torrent of sword strikes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Within seconds, the two exchanged over a hundred blows.

Alexander’s armor shattered, his body drenched in blood.

But Lin Da remained immovable, his sword leaving gaping wounds across Alexander’s body. The giant began to wobble, gradually driven to the edge of the platform.

Finally, with an upward slash, Lin Da’s sword found a gap in Alexander’s armor.

Crimson liquid gushed forth like a fountain, accompanied by a severed arm.

Alexander’s face turned ashen as he collapsed onto his knees with a thud.

The heavy Cross Helmet fell, revealing his messy blonde hair and bold, expressive eyes.

Whoosh—

Just as he braced himself to struggle to his feet, an icy blade pressed against his brow.

Alexander’s heart leapt in dread.

It would take no more than a slight push to end his life.

Pointing his sword at Alexander, Lin Da calmly stated, "Surrender, or I’ll help you surrender."

For three tense seconds, silence reigned as the tip of Lin Da’s sword moved forward.

The blade pierced Alexander’s forehead skin, grazing his skull.

Gritting his teeth so hard they nearly broke, Alexander clenched his fists in frustration before lowering his head reluctantly: "I... surrender."

And so.

[Dark Blade] Mi San was hurled into the Cultivation Building’s wall, his condition uncertain.

[Giant] Alexander bled profusely, kneeling before Lin Da.

The two warriors, despite joining forces to oppose Lin Da, stood utterly defeated.

In the expansive Cultivation Square, nearly a thousand students were struck dumb in absolute silence.

"This..." McCarthy’s pale violet eyes were filled with shock. The hand she had prepared to rescue Lin Da instead silently extended toward Alexander.

"The battle is over. The victor: White Dove United!"