Chapter 312: Ported Battles (1/2)

Lu Yin felt that it was somewhat absurd that an Explorer had been defeated so easily. This idiot’s defensive abilities were just too pathetic.

“Monkey, what’s a succubus?” When Lu Yin reappeared beneath the teleportation stone, he immediately asked the Ghost Monkey this question in a curious tone.

“It’s an astral beast that can charm human hearts. It’s physically weak, but very effective against those with weak willpower. That person must be some kind of prodigy for him to be able to tame that beast. He’s got guts,” the Ghost Monkey marvelled.

Lu Yin felt that it was actually somewhat expected for that Explorer to be ballsy. After all, he had named himself “Grand Daddy” in the ported battles—was there anything that such a person would not dare to do? Besides his courage, he was also a talented cultivator from the Beast Tamers Flowzone.

Six consecutive victories. Lu Yin did not take a break and touched the teleportation stone once more to start the next ported battle.

The Trialmaster sighed on the outside. Compared to a year ago, this kid’s improvement was just too extreme and too fast. In perhaps just a few years’ time, he might truly become a Ten Arbiters’ candidate. But would any of the Ten Arbiters ever abdicate? Even now, none of them were over forty, but they were quickly approaching that age. Once they became older than forty and ceased to be a part of the younger generation, would they allow others to take up their old titles? This was the concern of many.

No one could stop Lu Yin in the ported battles. He was extremely powerful for a member of the younger generation, and only Explorers or experts within the Top 100 Rankings had a chance of defeating him.

With a single palm strike, another figure vanished before him. Lu Yin had now accumulated fifteen consecutive victories, and his alias in this virtual realm had changed color to a bright red, which signified his fifteen consecutive victories.

The next battle would be the bout for the teleportation stone. Victory would mean obtaining the opponent’s teleportation stone while defeat would mean that he would have to start all over again.

In the ported battles, anyone who saw a red name would naturally be troubled, as it indicated that their opponent had racked up fifteen consecutive victories. They would have to pay a price if they lost—their teleportation stone.

This was not Lu Yin’s first time battling above the sea.

A figure soon appeared before him.

Ah Fan felt that his luck today was horrible. He had been inexplicably scolded by his mentor, forced to rewatch the entire Astral Combat Tournament, and even been told to memorize the battle styles of each competitor.

He was from the Shangwu Academy in the Northline Flowzone, and felt rather competitive towards Astral Combat Academy students. He did not have a problem with watching the Astral Combat Tournament, but that did not mean that he wanted to watch it everyday. He felt that his mentor was just thinking wishfully when he said that they could obtain victory just by memorizing others’ battle styles. Those other students would continue improving.

The one who had stood out the most to Ah Fan was called Lu Yin, and Ah Fan had even heard news that his duties in Council of Astral Academy were based in the Northline Flowzone. Didn’t that basically make Lu Yin his superior?

Ah Fan had studied Lu Yin’s battle the most, but the more he watched Lu Yin’s battles, the more he had felt that this person was a savage beast with a violent battle style. Lu Yin had only overlaid battle force on top of his strikes, and he hadn’t used any battle techniques. Ah Fan looked down on this sort of person.

After watching some tournament battles, Ah Fan was looking forward to the Tournament of the Strongest and had decided to enter the ported battles to kill some time and bully some weaklings.

However, as soon as he entered, he felt an urge to curse. What the #$! It was a person with a red name! This sort of encounter would not occur even if one battled for many years, but he just had to meet one now, leaving Ah Fan nauseous to the point where he nearly vomited.

The red name meant that the opponent was very powerful, which was a given since they had racked up fifteen consecutive victories. If he lost to this person, it meant that Ah Fan would have to pay the price of his teleportation stone.

The Shangwu Academy only had a single teleportation stone, and it had been acquired by a very powerful predecessor who had shamelessly taken it. Ah Fan’s standing in the academy would be finished if he lost this one, as they were not the Astral Combat Academy that had multiple backups.

Ah Fan could already imagine his mentor’s face if he lost this match and the teleportation stone; he would become a sinner to the entire Shangwu Academy.

Ah Fan encouraged himself. Do not lose.

He was a Limiteer and ranked among the top in his academy. His status was similar to that of the ten student leaders of the Astral Combat Academy, although there were disparities between the student leaders.

The moment Lu Yin’s palm landed on Ah Fan’s shoulder, the Shangqu Academy student seemed to see his future path darken; he had already been defeated without being able to mount any resistance at all.

Lu Yin was amazed as he watched Ah Fan vanish. This person was not weak and had actually withstood Seven Stacks. He had had to go all the way to Nine Stacks to defeat him. This person was a rare expert within the same realm, and he could have easily entered the top thirty two of the Astral Combat Tournament.

Still, such strength was insufficient from Lu Yin’s perspective, and there was a vast difference in strength even among the Astral Combat Academy’s students. The students were separated into multiple groups, and it wasn’t just the student leaders who rose above the average students. For example, Starsibyl and the other final four fighters were in a different league from everyone else, even the other student leaders.

Before he grasped his domain, Lu Yin had not been able to clearly sense this distinction. He had only been able to get a grasp on Han Chong’s power at the Tower of Resonating Light and understand the chasm between the strong and the weak. However, he was on the side of the strong in this gap.

As the red name returned to normal, Lu Yin was finally able to speak. “Astral-10.”

He could not speak after uttering those words, and the scenery before him changed once more.