People in Doupo: Unparalleled Talents Actually Bring a System

Chapter 410 Lin Yan vs. Wang Chen

"Haha, the disciple of Huangquan Pavilion seems to be just so-so in my opinion."

Witnessing this, Lin Yan dropped the tip of the spear in his hand to the ground, sparks flying, and his calm words immediately made Wang Chen's eyes reveal a fierce light and overflowing with hostility.

"I was just warming up a bit earlier, so don't think too highly of yourselves."

Wang Chen gently licked the dagger with his scarlet tongue, and the pitch-black Dou Qi around him surged like thick ink. In an instant, a huge column of ink shot up into the sky, and the powerful aura that surpassed the peak of ordinary Dou Huang spread, causing everyone present to tremble in their hearts.

Seeing this, Lin Yan and Xiao Yan's eyes both showed a solemn look. The aura Wang Chen showed at this moment could be called Quasi-Douluo level.

Although there is still an insurmountable gap compared with the real Dou Zong powerhouses, no matter what, compared with some of the peak Dou Huang powerhouses, its strength is already much better.

Wang Chen was now almost halfway into the Dou Zong realm. He had already crossed half of the gap between Dou Huang and Dou Zong, which was like a chasm. As for the remaining half, it was only a matter of time.

"The Quasi-Douluo realm may be a little tricky."

Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly became stern. Wang Chen's strength should not be underestimated.

It's not that he doesn't have a trump card in his hand, so he is naturally not afraid of this man. However, once he uses his trump card to fight against him, even if he can win, his fighting spirit will be greatly depleted after a fierce battle.

In that case, it would be difficult to achieve good results in subsequent events in this fiercely competitive Sifang Pavilion Conference.

He participated in the Four-Party Pavilion Conference this time, on the one hand, with the intention of establishing connections with the Xingyun Pavilion, and on the other hand, he was also eager to appreciate the style of the younger generation in Zhongzhou.

Even if it is difficult to win the first place, he hopes to show his strength with his own strength and win a good ranking in this event, so that everyone can know his ability.

Lin Yan glanced to the side casually, and saw that Tang Ying from Wanjian Pavilion had eliminated the nine-star Douhuang, and was staring at him at this moment, but did not take any action.

Seeing this, Lin Yan grinned, then retracted his gaze and said to Xiao Yan: "Xiao Yan, let me deal with this guy from Huangquan Pavilion. If you and I attack together, I think Tang Ying from Wanjian Pavilion will take the opportunity to join forces, and the situation will become even more difficult."

"Senior Lin Yan, if what you said is true, and you are asked to deal with Wang Chen alone, wouldn't that put you in a difficult position? At worst, we can work together to deal with the two of them." Xiao Yan glanced at Tang Ying on the side, frowned slightly, and said softly.

"Don't worry, don't underestimate me. Even if that guy wants to defeat me, he will definitely not get the upper hand, and he will definitely suffer a heavy blow." Lin Yan patted Xiao Yan's shoulder and grinned.

"Anyway, I don't have too many extravagant expectations for the ranking in this Sifang Pavilion competition. When the time comes, I will first have a good fight with Wang Chen. Even if it is difficult to win, the worst that can happen is that I will voluntarily give up. In this way, he can't do anything to me. From now on, it all depends on you to fight hard."

The two of them communicated back and forth in just a flash. Before Xiao Yan could react, Lin Yan took a nimble step forward with his gun in hand and stood steadily in front of Xiao Yan.

Then, he stared at Wang Chen with a sharp gaze, pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly, and said: "Haha, the feud between you and me last time in Tianmu Mountains has not been settled yet. Now by chance, we happen to meet at this Sifang Pavilion Conference. It is time to settle the accounts and make a conclusion. You listen carefully, to deal with you, I, Lin Yan, alone, am enough."

"You will definitely regret what you said today!"

Wang Chen, who was already a little annoyed because he did not gain the upper hand in the first fight with Xiao Yan, became furious when he heard Lin Yan's words full of contempt and he roared viciously.

At this moment, Wang Chen's face was full of bloodthirsty ferocity, his muscles were twitching slightly, and there was a hint of distortion. He looked terrifying, as if a demon had come to the world.

His momentum has already reached its peak, and the hideous smile on his face has become more intense, as if a mad devil has appeared in the world.

As his body moved suddenly, the fighting spirit on his body seemed to have a strong corrosiveness like strong acid. Wherever he passed, the ground was instantly torn into a long gully, with sand and stones flying everywhere and smoke and dust filling the air.

His speed this time was several times faster than before. His body was as fast as lightning and he rushed forward in a flash.

The two daggers in his hands were like deadly weapons, instantly transforming into countless cold black rays. As they were swung, even the space was scratched with dark marks. The dancing arc was extremely bizarre, and the black rays, wrapped in a piercing chill, rushed straight towards Lin Yan.

"You think I'm afraid of you!"

How could Lin Yan be afraid? He just swung the spear in his hand horizontally, and then swept it out with all his strength. The tip of the spear danced like densely woven needles crisscrossing, forming a tight spear net in an instant.

The overwhelming black light from Wang Chen poured out and hit the gun net. In an instant, crisp sounds like popping beans rang out continuously.

With every crisp explosion, there was a powerful and majestic energy wave surging, like a turbulent undercurrent impacting all directions. Under such impact, the hard silver wood square was rapidly spreading and bursting open like spider webs.

The spectators around were shocked when they saw this. No one had expected that when Wang Chen pushed his fighting spirit to its peak and was coming at him aggressively, the "dark horse" Lin Yan could still be so calm and composed.

Seeing that his sharp black light was easily blocked by Lin Yan, Wang Chen became even more furious and shouted, "Dark Prison Soul-Eroding Light!"

The originally wildly dancing dark fighting spirit suddenly seemed to be cursed by the devil. It became as thick as ink, and faintly revealed a strange luster like a ghostly fire. It turned into black pillars as thick as bowls, carrying a chilling feeling that could corrode the soul, and rushed towards Lin Yan again.

Lin Yan's eyes were stern, and he showed no sign of weakness. He shook the spear in his hand, and the spear body glowed red. He shouted in a low voice: "Flame Dragon Breaking Wind Spear!"

In an instant, the fiery fighting spirit whizzed out from the tip of the spear and condensed into a snarling flaming dragon with red flames all over its body. Its scales were clearly visible, and each piece looked like a burning red iron sheet. With a high temperature that could scorch the heaven and earth, it faced the black pillar head-on.

"boom!"

There was a deafening bang, as if thunder had exploded in the center of the square, making everyone's ears buzz.

The flaming dragon and the black pillar collided fiercely. For a moment, light splashed, and the red and black fighting spirits entangled and tore at each other, as if two peerless ferocious beasts were fighting to the death.

The blazing red flames collided with the corrosive black light, creating a sizzling sound, billowing thick smoke, and a pungent smell that filled the air.

Wang Chen's figure was like a ghost. He took advantage of the smoke and dust produced by the collision of fighting qi to quickly shuttle through it. The dagger in his hand flashed with cold light. With two "swoosh" sounds, two black crescent-shaped fighting qi cut through the smoke and went straight to Lin Yan's throat and lower abdomen. Wherever they passed, the air was cut apart, making a sharp whistle.

Lin Yan was prepared. The spear spun rapidly in front of him, forming a circular fighting spirit shield. On the shield, flame patterns flickered, like a living thing moving.

"Ding Ding", two crisp collision sounds, just like the ringing of a huge bell, sparks and black fighting spirit fragments flew everywhere, hitting the ground of the square, burning out charred pits and smashing out tiny cracks.

“Hmph, you’re quite capable!” Wang Chen snorted coldly, stomping his feet on the ground. The fighting spirit around him gathered like a whirlpool. He crossed the dagger in his hand across his chest and muttered: “Dark Prison Sealing Spell!”

In an instant, with him as the center, a black Dou Qi light curtain extended to the surroundings. Above the light curtain, there were faint flashes of sinister ghost faces, emitting a pressure that imprisoned the soul, trying to trap Lin Yan in it.

Seeing this, Lin Yan pointed his spear straight at the sky, and a raging fire ignited on the spear body. The fire rushed up to the sky, as if it was going to burn through the clouds. He shouted: "Flame Prison Burning Heaven Art!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the red flames around his body suddenly exploded and turned into a sea of ​​fire, wrapping himself in it. The sea of ​​fire came into contact with the black light curtain, making violent "crackling" sounds, just like firecrackers, each sound was accompanied by a crazy collision of energy. Under the burning of the fire, cracks gradually appeared on the light curtain and it was crumbling.

"Crack-boom!"

First there was a crisp sound as if space was collapsing, followed by a deafening roar. Where the two collided, the light was so dazzling that it almost blinded people. Energy ripples spread wildly in a circular shape, and the surrounding air was stirred into chaos. The people watching the fight only felt a strong wind blowing on their faces, their bodies were unstable, and they retreated again and again.

When the light faded a little, Lin Yan's knuckles were cracked and blood was flowing down his wrist, staining the gun barrel red, but he still stood firmly, his eyes as sharp as torches, revealing his indomitable spirit.

Wang Chen was not in much better condition. His face was as pale as paper, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, he was staggering, and his breathing was disordered.

Sitting on the seat, Xiao Ling stared at the battle situation below. Seeing that Lin Yan, with the eight-star Dou Huang realm, was actually competing steadily against Wang Chen, who had already stepped half a foot into the Dou Zong realm and surpassed the ordinary Dou Huang peak, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

He looked surprised and muttered to himself, "Lin Yan is really not bad. He has such ability. He has lived up to the reputation of the inner courtyard students of Canaan College."

On the side, Venerable Huang Quan's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were as dark and cold as a cold pond, staring straight at Lin Yan.

The outstanding disciple that Huangquan Pavilion had carefully cultivated and was proud of was actually defeated in a tie by a casual cultivator who appeared from nowhere and was one level lower in strength.

In his eyes, this was undoubtedly a great shame and humiliation, like a loud slap in the face.

Of course, it wasn't just Venerable Huangquan who reacted. Venerable Lei and Venerable Jian beside him also had a hint of surprise on their faces. They obviously didn't expect the battle to go this way.

But in the blink of an eye, the two of them calmed down and returned to their previous calm and composed state, as if the disturbance just now had never happened.

"It seems that this person is really not simple. It's a pity that he is good at using the spear, not the sword. Otherwise, I would definitely recruit him under my command." Sword Master stroked a strand of beard and said slowly.

"Haha, what Master Jian said is absolutely right. It's a pity that this kid cultivates fire-attributed Dou Qi, which is really incompatible with my Fenglei Pavilion."

Venerable Lei of Fenglei Pavilion laughed loudly, showing his heroic spirit. He changed the subject and looked in the direction of Xiao Ling, and then said, "Master Xiao Ling, such a talent might as well be recruited for Xingyun Pavilion."

"If this person is interested in my Xingyun Pavilion, it would be fine to accept him as a disciple. However, if he yearns for freedom and is used to living a leisurely life, I will not force him." Xiao Ling nodded slightly and said casually.

However, in Xiao Ling's eyes, given Lin Yan's unruly personality, he probably wouldn't want to join any faction. Of course, if he encounters a difficult problem or asks for help in the future, Xiao Ling will not stand idly by because of their old friendship, and will definitely help him out at the right time.

"Haha, that's the truth. People at the Douhuang realm are indeed not worthy of Master Xiao Ling's attention." Sword Master stroked his beard and agreed with a smile.

After witnessing the terrifying power of the eighth-rank dragon monster before, and witnessing the Dou Zun strength that Xiao Ling currently displayed, and thinking about the recent expansion of the Xingyun Pavilion that he had heard about, the thought of going against the Xingyun Pavilion in Jian Zun's heart had long since disappeared.

He thought that it would be better to be honest and behave himself. After all, the relationship between Wanjian Pavilion and Xingyun Pavilion has always been good. If he could take the opportunity to curry favor with Xingyun Pavilion, he might be able to gain some benefits in the future.

Venerable Huang Quan, who was standing by, was listening to everyone's conversation and hearing the endless praise for Lin Yan. His anger suddenly burned even more fiercely, and he felt a tightness in his chest.

But at this moment he really couldn't lose his temper on the spot, so he could only hold it in his heart.

However, when he looked at Wang Chen, his eyes were full of anger, as if he was blaming Wang Chen for not being able to defeat Lin Yan severely, but instead letting him take the limelight and losing face for Huangquan Pavilion.

Wang Chen could naturally sense the undisguised, angry look of Huang Quan Reverend. However, he dared not even turn his head to look at him at this moment. He could only bite the bullet and pretend not to know, but he became more and more uneasy in his heart.

"How is that possible? It's obvious that I am more powerful. How can this guy compete with me? What can he do with me?"

Wang Chen clenched his teeth tightly and took a deep breath. Then his eyes turned red instantly and a sense of madness surged from the bottom of his heart.

He knew very well in his mind that if he was really defeated by Lin Yan, extremely severe punishment would be waiting for him when he returned to Huangquan Pavilion.

When he thought of the punishment he would suffer when he returned, the madness in Wang Chen's heart became stronger and stronger, growing like weeds.

Finally, a low growl like that of a wild beast broke out from his throat.

As the roar spread, the tiny blood vessels beneath Wang Chen's skin suddenly burst. In an instant, blood splattered, dyeing his body into a bloody appearance.

"The Bloody Battle of Underworld!"

Wang Chen let out this crazy roar, and in an instant, his aura seemed to break through the shackles and surged violently.

As his aura continued to grow stronger, his eyes turned pitch black, revealing an endless amount of weirdness.

Immediately afterwards, overwhelming dark energy surged out of his body like a surging tide, and countless black energies quickly spread out. From a distance, he looked like a pitch-black ancient ferocious beast, emitting an extremely hideous and ferocious aura that made people shudder.

Seeing Wang Chen's crazy look, Tang Ying, who was originally watching the show on the side, couldn't help but shudder slightly and subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

"This guy even used the Yellow Springs Blood Art. He's really a complete lunatic." Tang Ying was secretly shocked.

He had had some communication with Wang Chen before. In order to prevent themselves from being eliminated by either Feng Qing'er or Mu Qingluan before the finals, the two decided to join forces temporarily.

Although Mu Qingluan and Feng Qing'er did not take action in the end, the alliance continued.

Seeing that Wang Chen had revealed his cards, Tang Ying couldn't help but wonder if he had accidentally tricked Wang Chen.

But on second thought, maybe Wang Chen will confront him again in the future, so letting him be consumed by others now may not be a bad thing. It may even increase his chances of winning when dealing with him later.

The dark energy swirled around Wang Chen like ink. The tremendous power contained in it caused the surrounding space to vibrate slightly and ripples appeared.

Wang Chen's eyes flashed with ferocity, like a vicious beast choosing its prey. Then he suddenly clenched his fist, and the dark energy quickly condensed as if summoned, accompanied by an extremely strong stench of corpse emanating from his right arm.

In the blink of an eye, the entire arm turned as black as ink, as if it was stained by the deepest darkness.

“Yellow Spring Corpse Arm!” Wang Chen let out a low roar, and the inky black arm, with the aura of destroying the world, struck out with a bang.

Wherever the black arm passed, the space was directly cracked into a shocking crack, as if a fragile mirror was severely shattered.

The silver wooden square, which was originally extremely hard, seemed to have met its nemesis at this moment. It quickly lost its former luster and its color gradually turned yellow and rotten like a dead tree. It seemed that its vitality and energy had been sucked away, and it was in a state of ruin...

"It's actually the Yellow Spring Corpse Arm? This is an extremely powerful fighting skill of the Yellow Spring Pavilion."

Seeing Wang Chen's arm that had turned as black as ink, the people outside the square were suddenly in an uproar, with exclamations coming one after another.

Obviously, this fighting skill called "Yellow Spring Corpse Arm" is very famous and holds great weight in everyone's mind, so it caused such a strong reaction when it was first used.

Before the screams from outside the arena died down, the pitch-black arm with a sinister aura had already rushed towards Lin Yan, who was still gasping for breath, and it seemed that it could hit him in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, everyone felt that Lin Yan was now powerless to resist. Even Xiao Yan, who was behind Lin Yan, had begun to secretly gather his strength, ready to take action to help Lin Yan block this fatal blow...

Chapter 411: Confrontation with Huang Quan Reverend