390 I donst have much interes (1/2)

Lin Yue's seals were similar to Shentu Jun as they began taking form and turning into various shapes.

These seals were sometimes like a flying eagle, while at other times, they were like galloping desolate beasts.

When Shentu Jun and Lin Yue's runic seals came close to one another, they would clash and burst into sparks.

”Peng Peng Peng!”

Many of the runic seals turned to smithereens after clashing with one another.

There was a number of ways for Desolate Heaven Masters to compete. It was not just simply seeing who could refine a higher quality desolate bone relic. For example, runic seal collisions determined whose runic seals were stronger, and that were determined by having better energy control and the use of higher-grade desolate bones.

Shentu Jun and Lin Yue's runic seals clashed with one another as neither of them let up, trying every trick they had.

More and more runic seals turned to dust as Shentu Jun and Lin Yue's faces were covered in cold sweat. Clearly, such a match greatly depleted their mental strength. Every annihilation of a runic seal was a hit to their soul.

It was understandable what sustained collisions would do to their mental strength.

Crackle!

Their runic seals bloomed like fireworks in the air and after about 30 seconds, a loud boom was heard as all the runic seals in the air exploded. Lin Yue took a few steps back and with his legs going weak, he fell to the ground.

Currently, his face was pale and he was covered in sweat. He clearly could not carry on any further.

As for Shentu Jun, he was no better than Lin Yue. He too was at his limit, but he had struggled with his final breath to not fall to the ground. This made it seem like he was more composed than Lin Yue.

”Haha, Junior brother Lin's energy control is not bad, you nearly exploded all my runic seals.”

Although Shentu Jun was covered in sweat, he was smiling very proudly. He spread his hands and people could see that he still held two runic seals in them. Although these two runic seals were lacking in luster, and they were about to collapse at any moment, this still meant that Shentu Jun was slightly better than Lin Yue.

”Interesting!”

Outside the square, several Desolate Heaven Master apprentices shouted. These people were from the Shentu family clan or from the Shentu family clan's alliance.

As for the people from the Lin family, the upper echelon did not think much about it as it was just a competition between the juniors to see who could outshine the other. However, the Desolate Heaven Master apprentices from the younger generation of the Lin family were all holding back their anger. Seeing the runic seals in Shentu Jun's hands and his smug look, they felt even more indignant.

”Junior brother Lin Yue, such a pity!”

”Right, just missed by a bit!”

The juniors all pitied him. The performance of a Desolate Heaven Master apprentice was not stable. The degree to which Lin Yue and Shentu Jun competed meant that they were similar in strength. Sometimes, just a bit of luck was enough to decide the winner.

”Let me win it back.” A youth named Lin Jun said and jumped onto the square.

”I am Lin Jun, the Lin family's Heaven Master Fusheng's direct disciple. I am sixteen years old! Is there any hero from the Shentu family clan who wishes to join me in performing on stage together?”

Every young hero who jumped on stage would announce their name, age, and their master.

The people who had come on stage were all direct disciples. Although direct disciples were slightly lower in status than personal disciples, they were not that bad.

Shentu Jun had left since he was too drained, so naturally, he could not stay in the square.

Facing Lin Jun was another disciple from the outer circles of the Shentu family clan.

Lin Jun indeed had the capital for he won the duel. Furthermore, Lin Jun won beautifully, he was not like Shentu Jun, who barely beat Lin Yue. After winning, Lin Jun still had some strength left. This allowed the younger generation of the Lin family gain back some dignity.

Actually, the young generation of the Lin family knew that the Shentu family clan's heritage in the Desolate Heaven technique was deeper than theirs; however, in a competition amongst the younger disciples, they actually might not lose.

”The Lin family's young generation sure is filled with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. This Lin Jun is not bad indeed.” In the seats of honor, Shentu Nantian smiled saying that. His tone was that of an elder giving pointers to a junior, ”This way of competition is too slow. Why don't we have a group battle?”

As Shentu Nantian spoke, he snapped his fingers. The Shentu family clan had already prepared a total of 32 young disciples aged from 13 to 18 years old people clan. They stepped forward and walked towards the square.