I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy - Chapter 103
Chapter 103: Chapter 103: All Means Exhausted (Seeking full subscription 4/5)
Translator: 549690339
“Whoosh!
The Shadow Bearing Sword transformed into a stream of light, trailing faint red flames as it stabbed towards the yellow-turbaned immortal.
However, the yellow-turbaned immortal suddenly raised his head and threw a punch. The scorching fist force materialized, colliding with the Shadow Bearing Sword.
Clang!
The Shadow Bearing Sword retreated, and although it was undamaged, Han Yi’s eyes widened, and a flash of horror crossed his heart.
But he didn’t stop his movements.
Instead, after recalling the Shadow Bearing Sword, he once again controlled four daggers, crazily shuttling them around and turning the space surrounding the yellow-turbaned immortal into a killing array.
Clang, clang, clang…
However, despite appearing bulky and being a Heavenly Creation, the yellow-turbaned immortal was not clumsy at all. In fact, his reactions were more than twice as fast as Han Yi’s.
It was unknown what material this yellow-turbaned immortal was made of, but he did not fear the Wind Demon daggers and fought them with his fists without any disadvantage.
Not far away, Han Yi suddenly activated his Spirit Void Finger, using 20% of his magic power to control the Wind Demon daggers, trapping the yellow-turbaned immortal in place.
He used the remaining 80% of his magic power to launch countless Spirit Void Fingers. In a short moment, hundreds of Spirit Void Fingers were fired, almost exhausting his magic power.
Next, he abandoned the Wind Demon daggers, using the remaining magic power to control the Shadow Bearing Sword and cast the Departing Fire Sword Formula. The sword broke through the air at such a fast speed that only when it approached the yellow-turbaned immortal did it produce a delayed sonic boom.
Whoosh!
A terrifying spiritual storm erupted around the yellow-turbaned immortal.
Boom!
A bronze-colored fist pierced through the spiritual storm, landing a punch on the Shadow Bearing Sword, which had been launched with full force.
The owner of this fist retreated seven or eight meters.
Meanwhile, the Shadow Bearing Sword flew back. Han Yi, who had his spiritual sense tied to it, felt the backlash and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Han Yi retreated, only stopping at the edge of the square, his body falling down and sitting.
“Second examination failed. Remaining attempts: Eight.”
As the windstorm dissipated, Han Yi looked at the yellow-turbaned immortal, who had retreated seven or eight meters away, with a shocked expression on his face.
At this moment, the yellow robe of the immortal had been destroyed, exposing a completely black, fleshless body made from an unknown material. It was indeed a Heavenly Creation.
On its black exterior, there were marks left by the Wind Demon daggers and burnt traces from the Spirit Void Finger.
One of its arms was the same black as its body, while the other had turned bronze. The bronze arm was the one that had clashed with the Shadow Bearing Sword just now.
“It’s too strong.”
“This body can withstand the Shadow Bearing Sword, Wind Demon daggers, and the Spirit Void Finger. It’s truly an unparalleled existence in the Foundation Establishment stage.”
“Furthermore, the yellow-turbaned immortal just displayed a fire-element magic skill instantaneously. This didn’t appear in the second exam, proving that he still has reserve strength.”
“Is this exam too challenging? Am I supposed to reach the Foundation Establishment stage before fighting him?”
Han Yi’s expression was extremely ugly.
After slightly recovering his magic power, he gently waved his hand to collect the scattered daggers and the repelled Shadow Bearing Sword.
After checking that the Shadow Bearing Sword and the Wind Demon daggers were undamaged, he let out a sigh of relief.
“My skills are too weak, and my methods are too limited. Once I get out of here, I must make up for this.”
Han Yi made up his mind and began cultivating.
Seven days later, his magic power was fully restored.
“Let’s do it again.”
This time, Han Yi charged forward again. The Wind Demon daggers formed a killing array, entangling the yellow-turbaned immortal.
Next.
This time, he didn’t use his Spirit Void Finger.
Instead, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and a spiritual talisman appeared in his hand.
It was the Yin Thunder Talisman.
This was his last Yin Thunder Talisman. He had purchased two before, using one on a Robbing cultivator outside Daofu City.
The first full-strength attack didn’t work; this second attempt, Han Yi’s trump card, was this Spiritual Talisman.
With his magical power infused, a black light flashed, and the Yin Thunder Talisman burned without fire, instantly turning into ashes. Han Yi waved his arm that held the talisman forward, pointing at the yellow turban cultivator.
In the originally calm and expressionless eyes of the yellow turban cultivator, a sudden flash of red light flickered.
Han Yi’s heart jumped again.
The next moment, the yellow turban cultivator whose eyes flickered with red light abruptly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of red breath.
This mouthful of breath instantly transformed, outlining an illusory Immortal Mountain more than a person’s height. The illusion, like a painting, unfolded in an instant.
Almost at the moment Han Yi activated the Yin Thunder Talisman and pointed it at him, the Immortal Mountain illusory painting was blocking in front of him.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion resounded in the void, and the illusory painting of the Immortal Mountain transformed from the breath also turned into flying ashes.
Han Yi never expected that the Yin Thunder Talisman would be blocked in a way he had never seen before.
But a stern look flashed in his eyes.
Since he had already made a move, he would not waste this opportunity.
The Shadow Bearing Sword came out again.
Bang-
Ten breaths later.
“Third test failed, remaining attempts: seven times.”
Han Yi retreated to the edge of the square, gasping for breath.
At the ancient bronze gate, the yellow turban cultivator still stood, with more scratches on his body, but Han Yi did not see any way to break through his defense.
Perhaps with this tactic, Han Yi might not be able to break through the defense of the yellow turban cultivator even if he attacked ten times in a row.
Han Yi didn’t dare to take that gamble.
Nine days later, Han Yi recovered and adjusted his state. Then he took out a magical artifact from his storage bag.
It was a golden shuttle-shaped artifact that could be held in the hand when not activated.
Top-grade artifact, Golden Light Shuttle.
This time, Han Yi was determined to use this artifact he had never used before.
The refinement of a top-grade artifact was not easy, but Han Yi only needed to use it once and did not need to fully refine it.
With just half a month’s time, he completed the most basic refinement, enough to control the artifact.
Han Yi’s eyes were full of solemnity, holding the Golden Light Shuttle. He performed the Light Body Technique and approached at high speed, closing the distance to ten meters. Then, without hesitation, he directly launched the Golden Light Shuttle in his hand.
The light flashed, the Golden Light Shuttle leaped up, changed its shape, moving from still to dynamic, leaving a golden streak, a sonic boom, exploding through the air.
Swipe!
The yellow turban cultivator at a distance of ten meters raised his eyes, the red light in his eyes emerging again. He opened his mouth and roared furiously, his body suddenly leaping up.
This was the first time Han Yi had seen the yellow turban cultivator roar and the first time he saw him take the initiative to attack, making his inner heart awe-stricken.
The next moment.
The leaping yellow turban cultivator, blocking with both hands, managed to stop the transformed Golden Light Shuttle.
Then.
A deafening explosion erupted.
The yellow turban cultivator was directly knocked down by the Golden Light Shuttle, slamming heavily into the square.
But after the yellow turban cultivator’s crazy block, the speed of the Golden Light Shuttle had been reduced by half. For the Golden Light Shuttle, speed meant power.
And the yellow turban cultivator who had fallen to the ground in the square quickly stood up the very next moment, his fists bombarding wildly in succession.
One punch faster than the other, they formed a sky full of fist shadows in an instant.
Bang, bang, bang…
The Golden Light Shuttle that continued to bombard downward collided with the fist shadows, splashing out golden flames-like spiritual power..
