Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Seeing that Wang Lie was already showing signs of defeat, Huo Yun Zhenren of the Liehuo Sect had a slightly somber expression.

He waved behind him, and a young man wearing a dark red Taoist robe stepped out.

This person had a cold and stern face, a restrained aura, and a faint but intense heat emanating from his body, indicating that he was actually at the early stage of the Mage realm.

"Liu Yan of the Blazing Fire Sect."

Liu Yan stepped into the formation and looked at Shi Shaojian, who was panting. "If Maoshan has no one to replace him, I wouldn't mind winning another match."

His tone was somewhat provocative.

Shi Shaojian had indeed wanted to step down, after all, the other party was at the level of a mage, which was fundamentally different from a peak Taoist priest.

But Zhang Hao's provocation only fueled his anger: "Who cares about changing people? I haven't had enough yet!"

"Senior brother!" Lin Bei frowned. Why was his senior brother acting irrationally?

Shi Shaojian turned around and waved at him, "It's alright, I know what I'm doing!"

Seeing that Shi Shaojian refused to back down, Liu Yan sneered, "Since that's the case, then I'll have to offend you."

As he took a step forward, his aura suddenly surged.

A violent flame surged from his body, transforming into a crimson ring that enveloped him.

That aura was far superior to Wang Lie's; there was a qualitative leap between the realms of a mage and a Taoist priest.

Shi Shaojian gripped the Demon-Slaying Sword tightly, his expression solemn.

He was indeed a bit overconfident; the pressure Liu Yan exerted on him far exceeded that of his previous two opponents.

Liu Yan didn't give him much time to think. With a wave of his right hand, a streak of crimson flame suddenly lashed out.

Shi Shaojian dodged to the side, but the streak of flames turned a corner in mid-air and continued to chase after him.

"Holy crap, it even has a tracking function?"

He had to retreat several steps, while simultaneously activating the Wooden Stake Technique to raise several wooden stakes in front of him to defend himself.

The fiery streak struck the wooden stakes and exploded with a deafening roar, burning them all to ashes.

Shi Shaojian was shaken by the aftershocks, causing his blood to surge and a trace of blood to spill from the corner of his mouth.

"The gap is too big."

A Wudang disciple outside the arena whispered, "There's a chasm between a Taoist priest and a sorcerer; forcing it will only lead to injury."

Shi Shaojian was naturally aware of this as well, and a layer of golden light shone on the Demon-Slaying Sword.

He used footwork to circle around Liu Yan, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Liu Yan gave him no chance, waving his hands repeatedly.

Several flaming spears shot out simultaneously, blocking all of Shi Shaojian's escape routes in all directions.

"Eight Trigrams in Golden Light! Slaying Evil!"

Shi Shaojian summoned the Bagua Mirror, and a golden beam of light shot out from the mirror, shattering the two flaming spears in front of him.

But the spear from the side struck his left shoulder, sending him flying.

Shi Shaojian collapsed to the ground, seriously injured. He tried to stand up, supporting himself with his sword, but felt weak all over.

"Give up."

Liu Yan stood in the center of the formation, looking down at him. "You are no match for me."

The area outside was quiet; everyone was watching Shi Shaojian.

The situation became somewhat delicate for a moment.

The gazes of cultivators from various sects shifted back and forth between the two, with some secretly shaking their heads, feeling that the Blazing Fire Sect was bullying the weak.

Many more people were waiting with great interest to see if Shi Shaojian would admit defeat.

Lin Bei clenched his fists. Shi Shaojian was already being suppressed and beaten. If this continued, he would surely lose.

Uncle Nine pressed down on his wrist: "Don't rush, take another look."

"Uncle-Master..."

"Let him hit it himself."

Uncle Nine said calmly, "He is not your shadow. You have to learn to face powerful enemies on your own."

"So...he needs this battle."

Lin Bei remained silent for a moment, his expression calm.

He was too nervous and forgot that he was on Maoshan Mountain.

My senior brother would probably have a hard time dying even if he wanted to; at most, he would only suffer some minor injuries.

Shi Shaojian lowered his head and remained silent for several breaths before slowly standing up.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at Liu Yan, and grinned: "Admit defeat? I've never even learned how to write those two words in my life."

Liu Yan frowned slightly: "Stubborn."

Shi Shaojian took a deep breath, then bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. He quickly formed hand seals in front of him.

"True Qi of Yi Wood gathers in my palm! The pillar, like a dragon and elephant, pierces the earth and penetrates the sky!"

This time, the wooden stake technique was more powerful than ever before. Six thick wooden stakes burst from the ground at the same time, attacking Liu Yan from all directions.

Liu Yan sneered and activated the flames to burn all the wooden stakes.

But just as he was focusing all his efforts on dealing with the wooden stake, Shi Shaojian had already taken out the Bagua Mirror again and poured his magic power into it.

"Eight Trigrams in Golden Light! Slaying Evil!"

A golden beam of light shot out from the mirror and headed straight for Liu Yan's face. Liu Yan dodged to the side and then shot a flaming spear at Shi Shaojian.

At this critical moment, the Bagua mirror in Shi Shaojian's hand suddenly flipped over.

The mirror reflected a blinding golden light, deflecting the flaming spear as he swiftly formed a hand seal: "Thunderbolt Scissors!"

Two bolts of lightning condensed into scissors in his palm and slashed down at Liu Yan's head!

This series of actions was performed in one go, from the wooden stake technique to the Bagua mirror to the final thunderbolt scissors.

The transitions were seamless, without the slightest pause.

Liu Yan's calm expression suddenly changed!

He had no time to dodge, so he could only use all his magical power to condense a fiery shield in front of him.

But the power of the Thunder Cutter far exceeded his expectations. The scissor-shaped lightning pierced through the flame shield and struck the protective magic artifact on his chest.

boom!!!

The protective artifact shattered on the spot, and Liu Yan was forced back several steps by the aftershock, his face flushed.

The area outside was silent for a moment, then erupted into a murmur of discussion.

"A peak-level Taoist priest can withstand an early-stage mage's attack and even force the opponent to retreat..."

"Shi Shaojian has a solid foundation."

"The disciples of Maoshan are indeed extraordinary."

Master Huoyun's expression darkened slightly as he glanced at Shi Shaojian in the arena.

Finally, with a wave of his hand, he used his magic to pull Liu Yan out of the formation.

"This match is a draw." Master Huoyun's voice carried a hint of reluctance.

Shi Shaojian stood in the middle of the formation, panting heavily. His injuries made it almost impossible for him to stand.

"Senior brother! Well done!" Lin Bei rushed into the formation to support him.

Shi Shaojian grinned: "How was it... I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

"What's so embarrassing? You're practically a legend now." Lin Bei helped him out of the formation.

As soon as Shi Shaojian sat down, Bai Chen jumped onto his lap, nuzzling his chest with her little head.

Shi Shaojian ruffled Bai Chen's hair and chuckled, "Little guy, did you see your dad fighting?"

Bai Chen: "Awoo..."

In the following matches, disciples from different factions took turns fighting.

Several of Maoshan's junior disciples also made their moves, each with their own victories and defeats.

The atmosphere gradually shifted from initial probing to genuine sparring and exchange, with young disciples from various factions engaging in a back-and-forth battle that was quite exciting.

Then a figure dressed in a white Taoist robe stood up from the Longhu Mountain camp and slowly walked into the camp.

Zhang Zhiling stood in the center of the formation, his gaze piercing through the crowd and landing on Lin Bei: "Brother Lin, do you dare to fight?"