170: Chapter 170 Now it's my turn

Below the stage, Qian Duoduo was overjoyed at the sight; he slapped his thigh and jumped up.

“Lin Fan is awesome! There's no way Lin Mobai is getting up after that!”

Liu Qing and Zhao Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief, smiles appearing on their faces.

However, Ye Wushuang shook his head weakly.

“That move... most of it was blocked. His injuries aren't heavy.”

The smile froze on Qian Duoduo's face. “What?”

Ye Wushuang didn't explain, only staring at the arena stage.

Sure enough, Lin Mobai climbed up from the ground.

He patted the dust off himself; his school uniform was torn in several places, his glasses were crooked, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, but his gaze remained sharp.

He took off his glasses, wiped the dust off the lenses with a cloth, and put them back on.

“That move of yours was indeed not bad.”

Lin Mobai cracked his neck, making a series of popping sounds.

“But it's still far from enough.”

He raised his left hand, and the Green Wind Scale Lynx's Wind Spirit Slash struck out; three green blade-lights slashed toward Lin Fan simultaneously.

Lin Fan's left eye predicted the trajectories. His Light Travel Step erupted as he dodged two of them; the third grazed his thigh, slicing open his school trousers and causing blood to seep out.

Just as he regained his footing, Lin Mobai's three tentacles were already thrusting toward his face.

Lin Fan's Light Travel Step erupted repeatedly as he wove through the gaps between the tentacles. One tentacle grazed his waist, and another struck his back; he stumbled forward, nearly falling.

Lin Mobai gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Wind Spirit Slash, tentacles, Extreme Phantom Light—a barrage of attacks poured down like a violent storm.

Lin Fan's left eye worked frantically, predicting the trajectory of every attack, while his Light Travel Step erupted continuously to weave through the gaps.

But more than half of his spiritual power was already consumed; his speed grew slower and slower, and his dodging became increasingly strained.

A Wind Spirit Slash grazed his shoulder, a tentacle struck his back, and the Mental Shock from the Extreme Phantom Light caused a stabbing pain in his mind.

Several more wounds were added to his body, and his school uniform was soaked with blood.

“Surrender. You can't beat me.”

Lin Mobai's voice was very calm.

He then raised his left hand, fingers splayed, and activated the Green Wind Scale Lynx's Hurricane Tornado.

A green tornado surged from his palm, instantly expanding to thirty meters in diameter and sweeping Lin Fan inside.

The hurricane spun, its Wind Blades cutting. Lin Fan's body tumbled within the gale; his uniform was torn to shreds, and his body was covered in a dense network of wounds.

Gritthing his teeth, as the two pairs of wings on his back flapped, Xiao Kun's Xuan-Kong Realm Shield activated, and a barrier of distorted space opened in front of him.

The hurricane's Wind Blades shot into the barrier and their trajectories were distorted; most grazed past his body, but several still penetrated the barrier, leaving deep bloodstains on him.

He curled up behind the Xuan-Kong Realm Shield like a small boat in a storm, liable to be torn apart at any moment.

The hurricane lasted for an unknown amount of time before finally dissipating.

Lin Fan knelt on one knee, covered in blood. His school uniform had been reduced to rags, and blood was still seeping from the countless wounds on his body.

He gasped for air, hands braced against the ground, barely managing not to collapse.

Lin Mobai walked up to him and raised his right hand; the last two tentacles of the Moon-Gloom Octopus were ready to strike.

“Surrender.”

Lin Fan raised his head and looked at Lin Mobai, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint arc.

He raised his hand and pointed toward the sky.

“I said, don't be in such a hurry. Now it's my turn.”

Lin Mobai looked up. The moon had risen to its zenith, and silver-white moonlight poured down like a waterfall, bathing the arena and Lin Fan.

The moment he looked up, the golden crystal in Lin Fan's left eye suddenly lit up—Mental Shock.

An invisible force of Mental Energy struck Lin Mobai's head directly. His body stiffened, his eyes glazed over, and his movements paused for a beat.

Taking advantage of this split second, Lin Fan activated Xiao Kun's Instant Shadow Flash. He vanished from the spot and reappeared ten meters away, putting distance between himself and Lin Mobai.

“Thousand Shadow Moon Guard.”

Lin Fan raised his left hand, and Xiao Zhuang floated up from his arm, its silver-black dragon body coiling in the air.

As the moonlight fell upon it, its scales changed from silver-black to pure silver. The trident horn atop its head grew longer, and silver-white points of light flickered at the tips.

Lin Fan gave a low shout, and silver-black light surged from his body. One, two, three... twelve figures identical to him stepped out from the light.

Twelve Clones plus the original—thirteen Lin Fans stood on the arena stage.

The twelve Clones possessed 50% of the original's strength. They were not phantoms or illusions, but actual physical entities.

Lin Mobai's pupils shrank violently.

His right eye, the Bright Mist Phantom Pupil, worked frantically to distinguish the true body, but the spiritual power fluctuations, aura, and even breathing frequency of the twelve Clones were identical to the original. He couldn't tell them apart.

“Lunar Tide Sorrow.”

The thirteen Lin Fans raised their left hands simultaneously.

Silver-white light slashed down from the sky, condensing into a deep blue orb of light above each person's head.

The light orbs rotated, and tidal power surged within them, emitting a roar like ocean waves.

Lin Fan pushed the thirteen light orbs toward Lin Mobai at the same time.

The light orbs merged in mid-air, transforming into a deep blue black hole hundreds of meters in diameter.

The black hole hovered in the center of the arena, spinning and devouring, pulling everything around it toward the center.

The arena floor shattered, and the debris was sucked into the black hole, spinning, colliding, and being pulverized in the air.

Air was sucked dry, light was distorted, and the temperature on the arena stage plummeted.

Lin Mobai felt his body being dragged toward the black hole by an invisible force.

His feet plowed two deep furrows into the ground, and his school uniform flapped violently, torn by the airflow.

He gritted his teeth, and three tentacles stabbed into the ground to anchor his body.

But the black hole's suction grew stronger. The three tentacles carved three long furrows into the ground as his body was dragged toward the center inch by inch.

Lin Fan exerted force once again.

The black hole's suction became even more powerful, dragging Lin Mobai's body toward the center bit by bit.

His body tumbled within the black hole as the tidal power, like countless sharp blades, sliced at his skin, muscles, and bones.

His school uniform vanished completely. Blood seeped from the dense wounds on his body, only to be ground into a bloody mist by the tidal power and sucked into the black hole.

The sleeve on his right arm was gone, revealing bruised skin. His chest was sliced by the tidal power, leaving several wounds so deep that bone was visible, and his ribs could be faintly seen.

“Cloud Pattern Divine Shield.”

Silver-white spiritual flames erupted from the war helmet on Lin Mobai's head, condensing into a thin film of light over his body.

The light film covered his body, barely managing to block the direct cutting of the tidal power.

But the light film was constantly being torn, repaired, torn again, and repaired again within the black hole.

His spiritual power was being consumed rapidly; the light film grew thinner and thinner, and the speed of repair became slower and slower.

“Tidal Whale Shadow.”

Lin Fan tapped his finger lightly.

A low whale song echoed from deep within the black hole, and three massive whale shadows charged out. Each was ten meters long, entirely deep blue with tidal-like patterns on their scales, and their eyes were deep purple vertical pupils.

The first whale shadow slammed into Lin Mobai. The Cloud-Patterned light film on his body trembled violently and became covered in cracks; he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The second whale shadow followed immediately, crashing into him. The light film shattered, and spiritual flames scattered.

The third whale shadow was the largest and fastest. When it charged out of the black hole, the entire arena trembled.

Lin Mobai no longer had the strength to release any skills. He could only close his eyes and wait for the final strike.

The third whale shadow struck Lin Mobai. There was no explosion or impact; instead, it swallowed him whole.

The whale shadow transformed into a sphere of deep blue light, enveloping Lin Mobai within.

The light sphere rotated, and tidal power surged inside. Lin Mobai's body tumbled within the sphere as blood seeped out, only to be ground into blood mist by the tidal power.

Lin Fan looked at Lin Mobai inside the light sphere, his brow furrowing slightly.

He still wouldn't surrender. If this continued, he would die.

Lin Fan sighed.

Just as he was about to forcibly interrupt the skill, a figure darted out from the stands, moving so fast that even Lin Fan's left eye could only catch a blurry afterimage.