Chapter 469: Chapter 279: Battle at the South Heavenly Gate
South Heavenly Gate, forged by Divine Glass, illuminated by Advanced Fire Springs, glistens brilliantly with thousands of auspicious radiances rolling in crimson mist, and ten thousand beams of golden radiance spraying purple mist.
Qin Ming steps down, facing the Sun Elf Clan alone.
"It’s really him making a move," an expert from the foreign tribe with mysterious patterns in his purple pupils tries to see through the youth, assessing his power.
"Let me!"
"Let me do it!"
A group of Sun Elves, no longer gentle and elegant, vie to step down, all eyeing the boy wearing a bronze mask on the field.
Above the moon, the duel commences.
A male Sun Elf approaches, no longer in a nature-acquainted outfit, but dressed in retro attire from the Great Yu area, with flowing sleeves and a wooden hairpin inserted on his head.
The two exchange no words, immediately striking, both wishing for a swift conclusion.
As the Sun Elf enters the field, he has already taken down the big bow from his back. Instantly, his slender body tenses, becoming strong and powerful, the spirit arrow nocked, and the bow like a full moon.
A beam of light shoots swiftly, streaking across the sky.
Immediately, he continuously draws the bow, releasing one arrow after another, all carrying the Sun Fire, glaringly dazzling.
It’s only then that people react, hearing the terrible sounds.
It’s like trails of electric fire, crossing the empty ground before the South Heavenly Gate, each arrow accompanied by a long tail light, like stretches of dozens of meters, along with great wind-thunder sounds.
The arrowheads shine the most brilliantly, burning with Sun Fire.
Nine arrows shoot in succession, like nine suns diving down, carrying fierce flames, rushing across the sky.
All young disciples’ faces change; the foreign tribe launches a big move right away.
In that fleeting moment, as if time freezes.
The entire area before the South Heavenly Gate is filled with Sun Fire, like nine suns hanging in the air!
Heaven and earth turn bright, the burning making nearby people’s eyes slightly painful. The Elf Clan is best at archery, now all nine arrows fly towards that young boy.
Many contract their pupils, seeing the figure on the field seemingly pierced through.
"Huh?!" At this moment, many Immortal Path Disciples breathe quickly, feeling quite tense, as if they themselves are experiencing it all.
Qin Ming shatters like a bubble, vanishing from the original spot.
That was his afterimage; his arrow technique had reached the Transformation Realm, pre-judging the nine-star trajectory, accelerating to charge towards his opponent with the fastest speed.
Qin Ming urges the Wind and Thunder Force, aided by Wuji Strength, wind beneath his feet, crimson Thunder Fire stirring, and the Earth Qi supporting him, actually hovering half a foot off the ground, walking through the air.
A hundred meters of distance is like a yard to him, elegantly and effortlessly coming to strike.
At this moment, he strolls as if in a leisurely courtyard.
The Sun Elf’s face changes; the opponent’s speed is too fast.
"Be careful!"
"There are nine-star spirit arrows behind!"
The Sun Elf Clan and Immortal Path both shout, reminding the two on the field.
"This world is too crazy, even the Elf Clan starts cultivating now." A Purple eyed Crow mutters, perched on Tang Jin’s shoulder.
Master Wu has been to the depths of the Yewu World, having seen some races.
The nine arrows across the sky all reverse direction, mysterious runes glowing on the arrow feathers, carrying some consciousness spiritual light of the Sun Elves, sensing with the body, controlling the arrows to return, carrying nine rounds of Sun Fire Light, stabbing at the opponent’s back.
Qin Ming is faster, with Heavenly Light Transformation beneath his feet, like riding a lightning bolt, rising with Earth Qi, naturally and smoothly charging up!
At the flick of his fingers, thunder fire pours like a waterfall.
This foreign genius evades urgently, yet the opponent continues to flick his fingers, one fierce thunder fire after another striking viciously.
With a bang, the Sun Elf is eventually hit, the protective Sun Fire Light being quite thin, even less intense than the fire carried by the nine arrows.
Qin Ming is momentarily startled; the opponent carried less Sun Fire than expected.
After the Sun Elf is hit by the Thunder Fire Sky Light, his consciousness spiritual light shakes violently, severing contact with the nine arrows, nine rounds of "suns" falling.
His face changes, summoning a Bone Blade, raising a Light Shield to charge forward, wanting to approach the nine arrows to retrieve them.
Qin Ming punches, like a fierce sun across the sky, colliding several times; the bone blade flying in mid-air breaks, then shatters, and that light shield is also pierced by him.
The Sun Elf dodges, but evidently, it’s too late.
Qin Ming continues to flick his fingers, the thunder fire like a river, relentlessly pouring towards him.
The foreign genius screams miserably, facial expression extremely painful. It’s not just the physical agony, but that terrifying Heavenly Light also scorches his consciousness.
Outside the arena, An Youxing, the Immortal Seed, has a twitching face, recalling some poor memories.
Last time in the gamble, he endured Qin Ming’s Thunderstruck with his spiritual field, as the opponent repeated five times to five times, seemingly flicking his forehead but actually pounding with an iron hammer, making his head buzz, still aching when thinking about it now.
Before the South Heavenly Gate, the Sun Elf falls to the ground, unable to rise, pierced through his consciousness spiritual light by the Thunder Fire Sky Light, rolling and wailing painfully, defeated terribly.
"Stop!" The foreign tribe and the Immortal Path elders shout simultaneously, fearing the Sun Elf’s head might explode if not stopped.
Qin Ming feels something, goes to pick up the nine arrow feathers, something in him stirs, the Miracle Technique of "Lihuo Scripture" seems to activate on its own, thirsting for Sun Fire.
He remains silent, leaving the field with the nine arrow feathers.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Several Sun Elves voice, wanting him to return them, all ignored by Qin Ming.
"Isn’t this humiliating enough with such a disastrous defeat? What else do you want to ask for!" A fierce Sun Elf stops them.
After all, they had a winning streak earlier, and such a defeat in the first battle today, in their view, is a great humiliation. They want to send a stronger seed to deal with this person.