Divine Seal: From a Heavy Sword to Slicing Through the Holy Demon Continent

Although only a few days have passed, Lin Xin's talent is indeed quite good, and the offensive magic he has mastered has a certain degree of lethality.

The magic spells rained down on Long Haoyu relentlessly, perfect for clearing out mobs on the battlefield.

On the referee's bench.

Lin Chen made a special trip from the Magic Temple's trial grounds to the Knight Temple's trial grounds to watch Lin Xin's match.

He learned that his grandson had begun practicing offensive magic and was eager to see how his grandson would perform in the finals.

But looking at it now...

Lin Chen was furious and nearly stumbled on the referee's stand before being carried away.

What did you hear?

He came to watch the game with high expectations, but Lin Xin, that wretched child, was saying the same thing to Long Haoyu.

You shameless scoundrel Lin Xin, do you still have any shame?

Lin Chen's composure crumbled. Feeling the mocking gazes of the several vice-temple masters of the Knights' Temple looking at him, his aged face trembled violently.

I really want to strangle that bastard!

Lin Xin didn't care what his father thought. Knowing that he was unlikely to pose a threat to Long Haoyu, he still treated the game with the same attitude.

The magic was very fast-paced, with high-level and low-level spells combining to forcefully slow down Long Haoyu's progress in the trial field.

Long Haoyu walked slowly, yet with ease.

However, his current ease was not actually due to him passing the time in the training grounds.

He said he wouldn't have instantly killed Lin Xin from the start, but he has already done it.

Taking advantage of this time, feeling the magic around him hindering his movements, his thoughts became more active.

The numerous spells gave him a strange feeling and stirred something deep within his heart.

Several years ago, the events slowly began to resurface in his mind.

That was in the valley outside Odin Town, a memory of Long Xingyu directly activating the ultimate move of the Divine Throne to clear out the minions when he encountered hundreds of wolf demons.

Recalling what happened back then, Long Haoyu compared the successive magical attacks Lin Xin was launching at him and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Back then, he directly used the Divine Throne to clear out the minions. Although it seemed exaggerated, it was indeed the best way to clear out minions in group battles."

"Otherwise, even if he could have instantly killed those wolf demons back then, killing them one by one would definitely not have been as quick as his direct judgment, which saved a lot of trouble."

"Although Lin Xin's magic is not as powerful as a ninth-tier mage who can sweep across the map with forbidden spells, the frequency and range of his magic can indeed clear out mobs."

"It seems that from this feeling, I can develop my own way of clearing out small minions, which will save me a lot of time in large-scale battles in the future."

"Otherwise, if we really encounter such a situation, I'll miss a lot of opportunities by cutting them down one by one, and it will also be very tiring!"

With these things in mind, Long Haoyu gradually put his ideas into practice, determined to develop his own unique move to clear out the minions.

Now, thanks to Lin Xin's overwhelming low-level magic attacks, his exclusive moves have begun to take shape in his mind.

After dodging Lin Xin's magical attacks for a while, Long Haoyu finally put his nascent idea into practice and grabbed the hilt of the bladeless sword behind his back with his right hand.

The moment he touched the hilt of the sword, his spiritual energy began to surge, and golden liquid spiritual energy slowly seeped out from his body.

The bandages wrapped around Wufeng came loose. Long Haoyu held Wufeng in his hand, tilted it to his side, and slowly closed his eyes. He focused all his thoughts on the idea in his mind, and his spiritual power flowed back into Wufeng.

Lin Xin was chanting a magic spell when he suddenly saw Long Haoyu close his eyes. His eyelids twitched involuntarily, and his heart skipped a beat. The spell he was chanting suddenly stopped.

"Holy crap, what's the boss up to?"

"What's going on? It feels like the boss is about to pull something big?"

Chapter 181. The Prodigy Long Haoyu, His Self-Created Skills Reappear!

Lin Xin panicked a little.

The intermittent incantation was ultimately not completed successfully.

Looking at Long Haoyu with his feet feeling cold, the more he looked, the more eerie he seemed.

Everyone in the rest area looked at Long Haoyu. They had never seen anyone close their eyes like Long Haoyu during the final of the Demon Hunter Team Selection Competition.

Since it was already the finals, many people from other temples had come to the Knight's Trial Arena, and they were all looking at Long Haoyu's performance with surprise.

Some of those who had watched Long Haoyu's competition during the preliminary rounds, like Lin Xin, had a slight twitch at the corner of their eye.

"Is this child inventing another skill?"

On the referee's stand, Han Qian looked at Long Haoyu with a solemn expression, and could vaguely guess what Long Haoyu was doing.

What was said without malice was taken to heart by the listener. To Lin Chen, who was standing nearby, these words sounded particularly grating.

Lin Chen's eyes twitched, and he looked at Han Qian without any attempt to hide it: "Han Qian, you're saying that this contestant named Long Haoyu created his own soul skill during the competition?"

"Although it's uncertain, it's quite possible."

Han Qian pondered and said, "Haoyu has created many skills on his own. He is walking his own path as a punitive knight."

Lin Chen gasped, and after confirming that he hadn't misheard, his eyes were filled with shock as he looked at Long Haoyu.

To walk one's own path as a retribution knight, and to have many self-created skills—is this really the kind of ability someone participating in the Demon Hunter selection competition should possess?

The knight's self-created skills are just like a mage researching his own forbidden spells. Before one's strength reaches the corresponding level, it is impossible to have so much practical experience and insight.

However, Long Haoyu, as a contestant in the Demon Hunter Team Selection Competition, started creating his own skills on the arena at this time, and he was not the first to create his own skills.

A prodigy! An absolute prodigy!

Lin Chen was somewhat unsettled. He seemed to understand why he had been unable to change things about Lin Xin in the past, but had succeeded with Long Haoyu.

Someone who would allow their grandson to develop psychological issues and still learn offensive magic is truly extraordinary!

Suddenly, an old voice rang out.

Yang Haoyu also came here. Although he knew that the Demon Hunter Team selection competition would be no challenge for Long Haoyu, he still wanted to see how Long Haoyu would perform in the competition.

He is satisfied with Long Haoyu's performance now.

As the current number one Punishment Knight, Yang Haoyu could see through the spiritual energy circulation around Long Haoyu at a glance.

"Haoyu is indeed creating his own skills!"

"His spiritual energy is currently operating in a very strange way, which is similar to the magic that contestant Lin Xin just used."

"Perhaps it was because of Lin Xin's magic that he gained some insights, which led him to start creating his own skills!"

Yang Haoyu's voice was strong and clear, and his words carried the weight of authority, confirming what Han Qian was uncertain about.

Without deliberately lowering his voice, Yang Haoyu's words were heard by everyone in the rest area, including Lin Xin, who was in the training ground.

Realizing that Long Haoyu was currently creating his own skill, and that he was about to become Long Haoyu's guinea pig for this skill, his face turned as green as his hair.

"Boss, you're really heartless."

"You said you wouldn't kill me instantly, so it seems you didn't intend to kill me instantly, but you want to use me as a guinea pig!"

"Self-created skill, how powerful is this self-created skill? Can I withstand it?"

Lin Xin kept shouting and tried to continue casting the spell, but his spiritual power couldn't keep up.

Without the slightest hesitation, crystal bottles flew out of his ring, and he picked out a few bottles and swallowed the pills inside without hesitation.

After taking the pill, his spiritual power began to recover rapidly.

Lin Xin felt the changes in himself and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, thank goodness I have medicine, otherwise my magic power would have been almost exhausted, and I really might not have been able to hold on."

"I'm much better now. I feel like I can give it a try after I've fully recovered."

"Come on, boss, let the storm rage on!"

Lin Xin spread his arms wide, looking just like a flamboyant person facing the sea, as if he wanted to embrace the world with his arms.

Despite his antics, Lin Xin didn't stop what he was doing. After saying the last sentence, he started muttering to himself again.

Taking advantage of Long Haoyu's current state of enlightenment, he saw this as the best opportunity to strike, and perhaps he could actually defeat Long Haoyu.

"boom--"

At this moment, the spiritual energy around Long Haoyu exploded.

The golden liquid spiritual energy began to split within him.

Like paths, they correspond to the trajectory of the spiritual energy flowing within his body at this moment.

Long Haoyu suddenly opened his eyes, like a tiger unleashed, his eyes filled with a suffocating light.

Clang——

The debate continues without a clear focus.

Long Haoyu gripped the hilt of the bladeless sword with both hands.

Instead of attacking Lin Xin, he grabbed Wu Feng and slammed him hard into the ring.

The ground of the trial arena was very hard, but it was still pierced through like tofu by the blunt blade, with half of the sword blade disappearing into the trial arena.

The cracked ground has many fissures that spread like a spider web.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Is this your self-created skill?"

Lin Xin finished chanting the magic spell and controlled the giant fireball to attack Long Haoyu. He couldn't help but be curious about Long Haoyu's current movements.

Long Haoyu did not answer Lin Xin directly. At this moment, his mind was still immersed in the mystery of his self-created skill. The feeling he had from Lin Xin's magical attack made him feel very strange.

Although he did not receive a verbal response from Long Haoyu, Lin Xin noticed significant changes in the arena of the training ground.

The cracks, which shouldn't have spread so widely, actually caused cracks to appear on most of the trial arena.

Upon closer inspection, one could even detect the spiritual energy flowing within these cracks, as if Long Haoyu was using his own spiritual energy to nourish the ground.

Upon noticing this anomaly, Lin Xin suddenly realized something was amiss.

Just as he was about to say something, Long Haoyu's next move unfolded under his watchful gaze.

Wufeng pulled a large portion of its blade out of the ground, with about a third of the blade still embedded beneath.