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The mechanic's attacks missed several times and he looked extremely angry.

The phantom of the diamond rising high in the sky slapped the top of the bronze bell.

The bronze bell covered the circular platform and smashed down with a loud bang.

Looking at the small ball of golden-red flame that stood tall and firm in his palm, Xiao Lin sighed for a moment.

There was no other way, so he attached the Phoenix True Fire to his hands and charged straight towards the bronze bell that he had no way to avoid.

"Brother, although it is very enjoyable to fight with you, time is running out. I can't delay any longer. I will send you off the stage comfortably. If there is a chance in the future, I will fight you happily again."

The mechanic's hearty laughter sounded overhead.

There was a bang.

After the dust has settled.

On the round platform, Xiao Lin was already covered by the bronze bell.

Both fists were wrapped in gold water and turned into metal. The mechanic accumulated power in his fists and used them as bell-strike weapons, smashing them with all his strength.

The bronze bell was hit hard and began to shake and vibrate violently.

Although the edges were jagged, the inside of the mechanic's natal magic weapon, the bronze bell, was isolated from the outside. He raised his palm and poured spiritual power into the natal magic weapon.

The vibrating bronze bell and the roaring sound were so close to one's ears that it caused one's spiritual power to stagnate. The spiritual power injected into the bronze bell turned into attacks, attacking the trapped Xiao Lin from all directions.

The mechanic estimated the time. Once he trapped the enemy with this move, the situation would be completely under his control, leaving the enemy with no chance of escape.

Most of the spiritual power has been consumed, that’s enough, no intentional injury is allowed during the competition.

The mechanic controlled the bronze bell and rushed all the way to the stage. He would be defeated once he landed on the ground. He only needed to push the bronze bell down.

The bronze bell moved all the way and was about to reach the edge of the platform.

Just when everyone thought that there was no longer any doubt about this battle, the tall physical cultivator on the stage suddenly slammed his knee to the ground, making a dull sound.

The mechanic's jaw muscles were tense, veins popped out on his forehead, and his face looked painful, as if he was enduring great pain.

The severe pain that was beyond the human body's endurance was sensed by the body through the innate magic weapon, and the spiritual power in the mechanic's hand was suddenly cut off for a few breaths.

The bronze bell, having lost its spiritual power, naturally could not maintain its original size and returned to its normal size.

The gravity that was like a mountain pressing down on one's head was gone, and Xiao Lin lifted up the bronze bell and flew out, with a golden-red flame burning in his hand.

The bronze bell shrank to the size of a wooden barrel and quickly ran towards its owner. The Phoenix True Fire took advantage of the situation and quickly chased and stuck to the bronze bell.

The people who were thought to be defeated were safe and sound. The students were even shocked to see the mechanic's life weapon being chased by a small ball of fire.

The sound waves of the bell can indeed block the flow of spiritual power, making it impossible for the cultivators trapped inside to use their spiritual power to defend against the subsequent golden light attacks from all directions.

But all this is based on the premise that the interference of the bell sound waves is successful.

The essence of sonic attack is nothing more than the air vibrations generated by vibrations.

Xiao Lin used the Phoenix True Fire to form a barrier. The extremely high temperature caused the air to distort, and the sound waves were naturally isolated and could not affect him.

The natal magic weapon was connected to the host's perception, the pain disappeared, the mechanic stood up and took back the bronze bell.

Although his natal magic weapon was connected to the host, the coefficient ratio of the perception it could transmit was extremely disparate, and no one had ever been able to hurt him in this way.

Even though this kid had prepared a very impressive sword for a long time, he still blocked it with the bronze bell. When the perception was transmitted, his arm only felt numb and painful for a moment, which did not affect his movements.

And the golden-red flame before his eyes could actually cause him so much pain in an instant that he lost the ability to resist.

This is enough to prove that this strange flame is stronger.

The temperature is so high that the damage it can cause is extremely terrifying.

The bronze bell was retracted, but the floating golden-red flames kept chasing after it. The mechanic used his spiritual power to control the bronze bell, swinging it wildly in the air, trying to use the vibration of the bronze bell to shake off the flames.

Although the Phoenix True Fire cannot currently pose a fatal threat to magical weapons, its property of burning everything it touches cannot be changed.

The air was also engulfed and burned by the blazing flames, which for a moment created a visual impact of space distortion.

The bronze bell was covered with golden-red flames.

At the same time, the mechanic felt an unignorable burning pain in his forearm, as if his bones were being singed.

He lowered his head to examine himself, but there was nothing unusual on the surface of his skin.

There was not a single scar; the pain was transmitted through his natal magic weapon.

Just pain.

The flames were very strange, as if the energy could not be sustained, and the high temperature heat rushed up unexpectedly.

At the moment of burning, the mechanic clenched his teeth and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

He is a physical cultivator, and tempering the body is his basic skill. He has endured hardships since he was a child and thinks that his tolerance for pain is different from that of ordinary people. However, he still cannot help but waver when the pain comes and has the idea of ​​retreating.

A tough body is an advantage of physical cultivation, but now it has become a decoration.

The mechanic endured the pain of the burn and suddenly opened his mouth with a vicious smile.

"It hurts so much... but it only makes my attacks more fierce."

The huge phantom of King Kong appeared behind him again, with angry eyes, majestic and solemn, and a hint of blood in the golden light, obviously tainted with a strong fighting spirit.

"Extreme pain can make people afraid, but for those who are warlike by nature, it will only be the best stimulant, stimulating their fighting spirit to the limit. His move will only backfire." Luo Huangji stopped and shook his head regretfully.

As expected, the King Kong phantom was completely different from before under the stimulation of the mechanic's high morale.

Not only did it become more solid, it even separated from the cultivator and turned into a fighting mad monk.

The mechanic was incredulous, with ecstasy in his eyes.

His martial arts skills have achieved a breakthrough!

The Vajra Sutra broke through from the second level of spiritual sutra to the third level.

He had been practicing the Vajra Sutra for many years, but was stuck at the second level for nearly ten years, without making any progress. It was as if he had encountered a barrier. He wandered outside the door for a long time, but could not find a way to enter.

The mechanic has been suffering from this bottleneck for a long time. Today, by some strange coincidence, he was forced to push his fighting spirit beyond his own threshold, which turned out to be the key to breaking through the third level of the Vajra Ten Secrets!

If it wasn't the wrong occasion and everyone was watching, he would have slapped his thighs and screamed a few times to express his excitement.

This competition for resources was truly worthwhile.

All in all, it no longer matters whether he wins or loses this battle.

Because the breakthrough of Vajra Sutra is much more precious than any reward.

The mechanic stared at Xiao Lin deeply.

A junior student who is younger than him.

His cultivation is even one level lower than his.

But he was able to force him to this point, which he had never encountered before even among people of the same level.

Such talent is truly terrifying. If he is given a few more years, I am afraid I will not be his opponent. But now, even if it means the strong bullying the weak, I will ignore it.

When fighting, always give it your all and respect your opponent!

"No matter what the outcome of this battle is, I will make you my friend!" the mechanic said loudly.

In an instant, the shadow of King Kong appeared with a majestic aura and fierce light in his eyes, as if the god of evil had come to the world.

Warrior monks enter the path of killing and blood, but they have no mercy and are not willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of justice.

The holy golden light at the edge of the phantom no longer existed, the blood color gradually deepened, and the intent of killing gathered in the phantom's blurred eye sockets.