Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Seeing the fist-sized, five-colored lightning ball flying towards them, Luo Chen and the others stopped their attacks.

The ten people's faces changed color at the same time, and they all shrank behind the shields. They frantically slapped the runes onto the shields, layer upon layer, until the shields were almost hot to the touch.

"boom!!!"

The moment the lightning ball hit the shield, the entire arena seemed to be flipped up from underneath.

A blinding five-colored light exploded, and the shockwave swept across the ground. The scattered cultivators watching from the edge of the arena were pushed back one after another, and some were directly knocked to the ground. When they got up, their hair was blown up by the wind.

Lin Chen himself wasn't much better off.

The power of that lightning ball was much greater than he had expected; the aftershocks of its explosion rebounded, making his chest feel heavy.

"Damn, I was careless."

He suddenly thrust his longsword into the stone surface of the arena, the blade sinking half a foot into the stone. He lowered his body and squatted down, sinking his center of gravity to the bottom, barely managing to stay upright and avoid being thrown off.

A moment later, the smoke and dust settled.

A shallow crater about ten feet in diameter was blasted into the middle of the arena, most of the stone slabs were broken, and the cracks at the edges extended all the way to the edge of the arena.

The runes that reinforced the formation shattered completely.

Five shields lay scattered in the pit, their runes long since faded and dulled. Some of the shields even had spiderweb-like cracks, making them clearly unusable.

Luo Chen and his nine disciples had already fallen off the stage, their faces covered in dust, their hair disheveled, and their clothes torn to shreds by the shockwave, looking like beggars.

Luo Chen propped himself up on his arms, wiped the dust off his face, and coughed several times before he could catch his breath.

He slowly walked to the edge of the arena, looked up at Lin Chen who was half-squatting on the platform, remained silent for a moment, sighed, clasped his hands and said, "Brother Lin's strength is admirable. My fellow disciples and I have lost."

The nine disciples behind him also got up, their faces full of lingering fear, and none of them raised any objections.

Lin Chen straightened up, leaning on his sword, and returned Luo Chen's salute with clasped hands: "You flatter me. Brother Luo's rune tactics are actually very reliable; I was just lucky."

Luo Chen waved his hand: "Brother Lin, being too modest is just hypocrisy. Don't try to comfort me, I knew I would lose before I even went on stage."

He paused, then added, "Come visit Tianfu Sect when you have time, and I will extend my hospitality then."

Lin Chen smiled slightly: "I will definitely come and bother you when I have the chance."

Luo Chen turned around and called out to his junior brothers and sisters. The ten of them helped each other walk back to their own viewing platform, their steps still a little unsteady.

Lin Chen took a few breaths, then took out a pill and swallowed it, looking extremely exhausted and seriously injured.

The audience remained silent for a long time, the independent cultivators still shaken.

The thirteenth-tier powerhouses in mid-air also fell silent, exchanging glances with varying expressions.

But after glancing at Zuo Qianqiu, who was looking at them with a half-smile, they ultimately suppressed their thoughts for the time being.

On the Xuanji Sect's viewing platform, Yang Zhao stared at Lin Chen on the arena. Seeing his "extremely weak" appearance, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes were as sinister as a venomous snake.

Without consulting the elder Xuan Ya Zi who was leading the team, he directly led nine Xuanji Sect disciples onto the arena.

Xuan Ya Zi's face darkened, and he was about to stand up and stop him when an invisible force gently pressed down on his shoulder. He looked up at Tian Xuan Zi, who shook his head slightly, so he sat back down.

Yang Zhao landed on the arena, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said with a forced smile, "Brother Lin, greetings. How about I challenge you to a match next? I've always regretted not being able to spar with you in the Guixu Secret Realm."

Lin Chen glanced at him but ignored the petty man.

Seeing that Lin Chen ignored him, and recalling how he and Luo Chen had been chatting and laughing just now, Yang Zhao felt embarrassed and ashamed.

His tone hardened, tinged with sarcasm: "Brother Lin seems to be seriously injured. Why don't you rest for a bit? There's no rush in the fight."

In his heart, however, he was mocking: Rest? This is your designated challenge time, how dare you even ask for a break?

Sure enough, Lin Chen pulled his longsword out of the arena with difficulty and waved his hand magnanimously: "No need, dealing with a few little Karamis is not something I need to take a break from."

Although Yang Zhao didn't understand what "Little Karami" meant, he knew from Lin Chen's dismissive attitude that it wasn't a compliment, and his face immediately darkened.

He drew his longsword and winked at his fellow disciples behind him: "Since Brother Lin doesn't appreciate our good intentions, then let's fight!"

Lin Chen twirled his sword and charged forward.

The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

Below the stage, Han Fei, seeing Yang Zhao's opportunistic and smug face, couldn't help but mock him, his voice booming:

"That bastard is shameless! Taking advantage of my junior uncle's serious injury, he rushed onto the stage in a hurry. Everyone in the audience can see through his intentions!"

His voice was extremely loud, and the surrounding rogue cultivators could hear it clearly. Immediately, some of them started making a fuss:

"That's right, this person is shameless!"

"Pretending to be doing this for your own good, do you think everyone's blind?"

"A despicable person! A complete despicable person!"

Hearing these insults, Yang Zhao on the stage turned purple with anger, his swordplay faltered, revealing a huge opening.

Lin Chen seized the opportunity and kicked him in the knee. Yang Zhao staggered and half-knelt on the ring, almost falling face-first into the mud.

Fortunately, his junior brother intervened in time to stop Lin Chen's pursuit with his sword, otherwise he would have set a new record for the fastest exit from the stage.

Yang Zhao got up and glared fiercely in Han Fei's direction.

Han Fei didn't back down and glared back. Zhang Han and Wu Muyang also glared back. The three pairs of eyes stood there like three gatekeepers, not taking Yang Zhao seriously at all.

Yang Zhao gritted his teeth, raised his sword again, and charged at Lin Chen.

Behind Han Fei, Lianyi, Luo Yuwei, and Fang Yao watched the stage nervously. They didn't dare to make a sound, afraid of disturbing Lin Chen and affecting his performance.

Lianyi tugged at Han Fei's sleeve: "Junior Nephew Han, my husband is injured. Why won't our master let him rest?"

Han Fei turned around and bowed respectfully, saying helplessly, "Sister-in-law, this is the rule set by our grandmaster. The battle cannot stop until everyone is defeated."

Luo Yuwei was full of doubt and dissatisfaction: "These rules are too unreasonable. Even the strongest person couldn't withstand such a series of challenges, right? And what about those who lose, who will then go up on stage to challenge again?"

Zhang Han explained, "Junior Sister-in-law, the key to our Crimson Cloud Sect's enduring strength lies in our indomitable fighting spirit."

He smiled slightly and said, "Besides, this battle can't go on forever. The other nine families will each only have one chance to fight."

Wu Muyang added from the side, "Yes, this is the test that our ancestor must go through when accepting disciples."

"Moreover, Junior Uncle is his last disciple. Other forces will definitely send their strongest combinations to challenge him..."

With a loud "bang," a figure flew off the stage.

Everyone turned their heads to look and saw that Yang Zhao had fallen down not far from them for some reason, still managing to get off the stage the fastest!