My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 193: It Seems He Prayed to the Wrong God

After Duan Ling broke free, taking advantage of his opponent's shock and distraction, he immediately formed a seal with his left hand and quickly chanted an incantation. Red flames then burst forth, roaring towards Yu Xin like an explosive blast.

Buzz!

The Golden Bell Shield appeared once more. Casting this skill twice in a row came at a great cost, but she had no other choice; without the Golden Bell Shield, she would lose directly.

Boom!!!

The Fire Bell Spell collided with the Golden Bell Shield, causing a violent explosion, but there wasn't the usual ringing sound.

Now the only suspense left was whether the Golden Bell Shield could withstand the Fire Bell Spell. If it could, the fight could continue; if not, Yu Xin would be defeated immediately.

The competitors on the sidelines craned their necks to see the final result.

But Li Rui already knew; there was no need to watch further. The strength of that skill could not be blocked, as the Fire Bell Spell had very high damage.

Besides him, the judging panel and the supernova group had already seen the outcome. Of course, the most important person was the referee.

When the flames dissipated, everyone saw the stony-faced, square-jawed referee standing in front of Yu Xin. They didn't know who he was, only that he was very powerful; he had stopped Duan Ling's Fire Bell Spell with just his physical body and protected Yu Xin.

"The match is decided. What a splendid battle. Please exit the stage, competitors."

The referee said no more and asked both of them to leave.

At that moment, many realized that a single Fire Bell Spell could actually burn through the Golden Bell Shield.

Indeed, it was the strongest among this batch of people.

Some others were a bit envious, thinking that with such skill, they definitely had a chance to go to the Secret Realm battlefield. If they were lucky enough to obtain top-tier equipment or skills, they would soar and become another supernova.

Yu Xin walked to the sidelines and smiled, "At least I helped you test out a trump card skill."

She felt that the others posed no threat to Li Rui; only this Daoist could put up a fight.

"Thanks a lot."

Li Rui smiled, "Take a rest."

"Alright, you go ahead."

Yu Xin didn't bother with formalities, as she usually wasn't someone who minced words. She went straight to the audience seats and leaned back, feeling somewhat drained from the rapid-fire casting just now.

Li Rui had to wait for two more matches, feeling a bit impatient. He turned around and saw a pair of sparkling, peach-blossom eyes.

"Am I late?"

Cheng Mingyue said with a smile.

Li Rui shrugged, "Just some casual bouts, and you came in person."

"Hey, I've been looking forward to seeing your advanced abilities for quite a while. I'd be uneasy if I didn't watch."

Cheng Mingyue stretched, revealing her slim figure under a loose jacket, "Keep it up."

After saying so, she walked away.

The gossip enthusiast nearby watched her lazy figure and whispered, "Why does that beauty seem familiar to me?"

"It's Cheng Mingyue."

"It's her! I've never seen her in action before."

"For people as skilled as them, there's no need for competition. Dong Sanchuan and Guan Gui haven't taken the stage either."

"Why? Don't they need tactical planning?"

"Well, with individuals of such strong capabilities, they're often free agents. Only those less extraordinary need to be part of a team that assigns tasks. People like them can make an impact regardless."

Even those who qualify for the Secret Realm battlefield aren't truly mundane; he was just speaking relatively.

The participants in this selection process were all around level 30. In pure absolute strength, they didn't necessarily need to be chosen. Those at level 40, for instance, would be stronger.

But any force selecting people doesn't just consider the present class; for long-term development, they must take promising newcomers to gain experience and, hopefully, acquire some tangible benefits, like equipment or skills.

In fact, they hadn't noticed the low-key Guan Gui observing from the corner. Otherwise, they would have been surprised to discover that such a minor, level-30 skirmish had actually drawn in the top three supernovas.

They chatted about various things again as two more pairings concluded. Finally, the referee called Li Rui to the stage, flipped through the roster, and asked Duan Ling, "Can you fight another round? This opponent is strong."

The referee didn't know Li Rui, but Song Yao had informed him earlier to pay extra attention to the opponent's safety to prevent unexpected injuries.

He trusted Song Yao's judgment and assumed from the start that Li Rui and Duan Ling were in the same league, so he asked before the match. If the Daoist hadn't recovered, they could switch opponents since it was an internal selection match, offering flexibility.

Duan Ling replied, "No problem."

"Alright, you're up."

The referee placed both competitors on the stage, received a signal, and then stepped back, but neither side moved.

"This person indeed has some skill. Even thrown alone into the Chaos Zone, he could make a name for himself."

Li Rui recalled the previous fight in his mind, "If they were of the same level, he'd be stronger than any Demon Witch. How should I respond?"

While standing still, he pondered strategies, and the Daoist was thinking about which tactics to use. Generally, for unfamiliar foes, one should initially probe, understand the opponent's capabilities, and then devise a plan to knock them out.

Duan Ling thought, since the referee said the opponent was strong, it wouldn't be just any average person, so he couldn't afford to be careless.

Logical reasoning aside, he was a bit anxious because from yesterday to today, he had fought several rounds but didn't dare to ask the department's bigwigs if he had passed. So, he decided to use his strongest skills immediately to shock the judges. Perhaps they'd announce a pass on the spot.

Unknown to him, regardless, after this match, he would qualify for the Secret Realm battlefield — this was the last chance.

After deliberating a moment, Duan Ling began moving.

As usual, he first cast Doumu's Blessing Spell, which significantly increased his physical strength, then charged forward. Simultaneously, both hands flashed with lightning, forming a sword of thunder shooting forward.

"Jade Lightning Gate Spell! He's using this move right from the start."

The competitors below, who had watched him for two days, had gathered lots of information and knew this was a Daoist's exclusive skill — fast to execute and perfect for seizing the initiative. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

This wasn't all. After casting the spell, Duan Ling continued charging but shifted to another angle.

The previous attack was just a feint; whether the opponent blocked it head-on or dodged, they would face his side assault. The goal wasn't to severely injure the enemy but to force them back.

After enduring two attacks, the opponent would lose their stable position, and the subsequent Fire Bell Spell would be a sure kill.

The entire plan hinged on Doumu's Blessing Spell bolstering his physique drastically since ordinary people can't match the speed boost from Epic Level mastery.

Things went pretty much according to plan. He smoothly used the Jade Lightning Gate Spell to force Li Rui's positioning, then approached from the side and struck, forcing him back.

Surprised, he realized the opponent's attack was some kind of physical palm technique that not only split his Jade Lightning Gate Spell but also matched his transformed state evenly.

"Impressive, but can you handle this move?"

He sneered inwardly, forming a seal with one hand, and chanted an incantation aloud.

"Mighty Thunderfire General, Fire Crow Fire Horse, Great God Fire Bell, swiftly burn the evil spirits!"

Finally, Li Rui heard clearly what this person was chanting.

"Just like the rumors say, they really do need to chant, and he's skilled at it, truly competent."

"But... did he beseech the wrong god?"