The crowd watched with wide eyes, it was too extravagant.
The Thunderstorm Talisman is a Rank Three spiritual talisman, worth around 200 spiritual coins. For low-level cultivators, it can be considered a very practical life-saving talisman and is always in high demand.
Normally, they would carefully throw them out one by one, afraid of wasting them.
But Lin Beifan threw out more than 20 at once, equivalent to throwing away over 4000 spiritual coins, such a waste!
You have to know that this is just a literary battle, not a fight to the death.
Luo Tianjun on the opposite side sneered, thinking that throwing out more than 20 Thunderstorm Talismans could harm him?
Even if more than 20 Thunderstorm Talismans were detonated at the same time, they could at most injure someone at the 6th level. He is a 7th level master of the sword path, a genius who can compete with 9th level experts without falling behind. Would he be afraid of your few Thunderstorm Talismans?
He didn't even need to dodge, just using his protective sword energy was enough.
However, at this moment, the Thunderstorm Talismans emitted a dazzling light.
This light was so brilliant, covering the entire arena, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.
Luo Tianjun felt an energy reaction equivalent to Rank Eight from this dazzling light, a great sense of danger enveloping his whole body.
"Not good! I was careless!" Luo Tianjun quickly tried to save himself.
He exerted all his strength, forcing out the protective sword energy within him, forming a huge light shield to protect himself.
But it was already too late, the Thunderstorm Talismans had already detonated.
"Boom boom boom boom boom..."
A tremendous energy reaction swept across all directions, pushing the onlookers back five or six meters.
Looking at the arena filled with golden light and billowing smoke, everyone was shocked.
"Is this really a Rank Three Thunderstorm Talisman? Why do I feel like its destructive power has reached the 8th level?"
"Maybe they threw out more than 20 to achieve this effect!"
"Nonsense! Thunderstorm Talismans are only low-level talismans, their power is limited. Even with more than 20, they can at most injure a 6th level expert. It's impossible to deal with higher-level opponents!"
"How do you explain this phenomenon?"
"Well..."
...
The crowd fell silent, all looking towards Lin Beifan who was leisurely strolling on the other side of the duel arena, hoping he could provide an answer.
With a smile on his face, Lin Beifan realized that while over 20 Thunderstorm Talismans could only injure a Rank Six expert, what if over 20 of them were simultaneously detonated, equivalent to the power of a Rank Six Talisman?
Even a genius would have to quickly dodge, but unexpectedly, the opponent stubbornly withstood the attack.
This feeling of satisfaction was beyond imagination!
Finally, the smoke cleared, and everyone stretched their necks, trying to see the situation clearly.
Luo Tianjun's appearance was finally revealed.
His clothes were tattered, his hair a mess, his face covered in black soot, and he had some wounds.
Only his eyes were full of spirit, burning with anger.
Lin Beifan marveled, Luo Tianjun truly lived up to his reputation as a young genius. Despite such an explosion, he only suffered minor injuries. His body was still incredibly strong, maintaining 90% of his peak strength.
"Lin Beifan, you..."
"Watch this!" Lin Beifan threw out another pile of Talismans.
This time, it was over 30 Fireburst Talismans, also Rank Three Talismans, but their power was not weaker than Thunderstorm Talismans.
Luo Tianjun immediately focused, giving his all to deal with the flying 30+ Fireburst Talismans.
Having suffered a loss due to carelessness earlier, he couldn't make the same mistake again.
"Sword Qi of Luo Tian!" he shouted, and the sword light on his body transformed into 30 sword auras, chasing after the Fireburst Talismans.
He aimed to destroy them before they exploded.
"Boom boom boom boom boom..."
His strategy was extremely correct, and all the explosive symbols were indeed destroyed.
However, the power of more than 30 explosive symbols detonating simultaneously was too great, reaching the level of the 9th stage. The enormous energy reaction pushed in all directions, leaving him with nowhere to escape, forcing him to once again use his sword energy to protect himself.
Just at this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis out of thin air, and his body hair stood on end.
He focused his attention, abandoning all distractions, and finally discovered these invisible dangers flying towards him.
There were actually 30 of them!
"The explosive symbols are actually being used in conjunction with invisibility symbols? Lin Beifan, you cunning person!" Luo Tianjun shouted in anger.
His voice was filled with sorrow, echoing through the sky.
Just now, he used his ultimate move to block more than 30 explosive symbols, and then barely managed to gather the remaining sword energy for self-defense.
He was currently in a state where his old power had not yet dissipated and his new power had not yet formed.
Faced with this cunning attack, it was already difficult for him to defend himself.
"Boom boom boom boom boom..."
His voice and figure were drowned out by the deafening roar.
"Why did it explode again? Didn't Luo Tian block all the explosive symbols?"
"How could they explode if they were all blocked?"
"The power of these explosions is comparable to the 9th stage! I bet even a Level 9 expert inside wouldn't survive, let alone Luo Tianjun!"
"What should we do about our Luo Tianjun?"
"What else can we do? Of course, he's done for! Didn't you hear a voice just now, as if it was Luo Tianjun's voice coming from inside? It sounded so miserable!"
"I refuse to believe that Luo Tianjun, who is recognized as a genius, would fail!"
...
The crowd was in a heated discussion.
With three consecutive large explosions, the entire dueling arena was almost completely destroyed.
Everyone eagerly awaited, wanting to see the final result.
In the end, would it be Luo Tianjun, the genius of swordsmanship, who would win, or Lin Beifan, who has always been unremarkable and average in talent?
As the dust cleared once again, everyone realized that Luo Tianjun no longer looked like a genius of swordsmanship.
His clothes were tattered, with only a small piece of fabric covering his modesty remaining intact. The rest of his clothes were completely destroyed. His skin was blackened and bleeding, staining the ground red.
Looking at his head, it turned out that he used to have flowing hair, but now it was better to not have any hair at all. It was worse than a bird's nest and I couldn't see anything good about it.
His handsome face was bruised and swollen, almost unrecognizable.
Even his sword was broken into two pieces.
He sat motionless on the ground, if it weren't for the fact that he could still breathe, everyone would have thought he was dead.
"So miserable!" someone couldn't help but say, feeling sympathy.
The people around nodded in agreement.
Looking at the almost lifeless beggar-like appearance of Luo Tianjun, compared to the pristine Lin Beifan on the other side of the duel, everyone had a huge misconception that Lin Beifan was the true genius and Luo Tianjun was just a fake.
"Cough cough..." Luo Tianjun coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Then he struggled to lift his head and gritted his teeth, "Lin Beifan, you...you treacherous scoundrel!"
Lin Beifan cupped his hands and sincerely said, "Brother Luo is truly worthy of being the genius of Sword Master Academy. Even under the explosion of so many spiritual symbols, you didn't die. Moreover, you speak with such vigor. I am truly inferior!"
Luo Tianjun spat out another mouthful of blood.
He was infuriated!
Since his rebirth, he had been pushing aside opponents and advancing bravely. When had he ever suffered such a big loss?
Even in his past life, he had never suffered such a loss!
Losing is not embarrassing, but losing in such a frustrating way is embarrassing!
The anger in his heart could not be extinguished even if he jumped into the sea!