Is that allowed?

This bean-like plant produced a total of four pods, resulting in a sudden barrage of twelve mung beans.

Moreover, a bizarre yellow plant, resembling coral, quickly sprouted beside the female Summoner. As soon as it appeared, gusts of yellow mist began to spread.

This mist didn’t possess any direct offensive power. However, any plant touched by it grew wildly and attacked fiercely, as if energized by stimulants.

*Pitter-patter-pitter-patter-pitter-patter…* A series of strange sounds erupted. Yang Wenzhao naturally wouldn’t be hit by the beans, but with each bean he pierced, sap splattered everywhere. His defenses, after all, weren’t impervious. Soon, he was covered in the sticky substance.

This green liquid, with its refreshing plant scent, wasn’t poisonous. However, it was extremely viscous. After being splattered with it, Yang Wenzhao immediately felt his movements become sluggish.

In nearly all his previous matches, Yang Wenzhao had been the one suppressing others. When had he ever been suppressed? This sensation was not only foreign to him but also extremely displeasing.

On the platform, Han Qian, looking at the Spirit Emperor San Shui not far away, said in surprise, “This girl is good! Her summoning speed is so fast. Her staff must be a remarkable artifact.”

San Shui snorted and said, “Don’t make excuses for losing. Xiao Mo has a natural affinity for plants; it’s said she has some elven blood. Even the best staff needs a good user to wield it.”

“Lose? That’s unlikely!” Han Qian shook his head with a smile. “Although this girl is good, it’s impossible for her to win this match. Wenzhao is our Knight Temple’s best chance at claiming first place.”

The Holy Magician Lin Chen, sitting beside San Shui, suddenly leaned forward. “Oh, I remember someone saying that one of your Knight Temple’s contestants was ambushed and seriously injured not long ago. Wouldn’t that be him?”

San Shui immediately smiled, a delighted smile.

Han Qian said with embarrassment and annoyance, “Little Lin, are you trying to embarrass me? Fine, you just wait.”

Lin Chen laughed heartily, “I’m so scared!”

Shadow Follows the Wind sat beside them, saying faintly, “Even if that kid Yang Wenzhao was injured, it was our Assassin Temple’s doing. What’s so funny? I doubt you’ll even see anyone from the Magic Temple in the top four this year.”

The six Great Temples—three melee and three magic—naturally had some competition between them. Melee temples were naturally closer to other melee temples, and magic temples to other magic temples.

The contestants below naturally couldn’t imagine these important figures would bicker like this. Meanwhile, Yang Wenzhao was erupting in the arena.

The plant Summoner opposite him was much more troublesome than he had imagined. The surrounding plants had suddenly become berserk, and red thorns launched surprise attacks from who-knows-where. Added to that, the sticky green liquid on his body made Yang Wenzhao a bit crazed.

Intense golden light instantly rose from Yang Wenzhao. At that moment, his inner spiritual energy not only radiated outward but also took on a flame-like form. Scorching golden light burst from his body. The green viscous liquid that restricted his speed instantly vanished, and the thorny vines lunging at him turned to ashes within the range of the flames.

Light Fire?

Long Haochen was shocked. This skill was also recorded in the Inheritance Ring his father had left him, but he hadn’t started practicing it yet. According to his father’s notes, this skill required spiritual power of the fifth rank, second level, or higher to use.

Light and fire were inextricably linked, and the Solar Flame was even hotter. Pure light flames possessed an extremely high temperature. Light Fire, fueled by one’s own liquid spiritual power, possessed the power to scorch all darkness and corruption. It was extremely useful for punitive knights. This skill also belonged to the secret techniques, and was a must-learn for all fifth-rank punitive knights.

This skill had immense power, encompassing offense, defense, and the removal of negative effects. However, behind its formidable power lay equally immense consumption. Initiating this skill required two hundred units of liquid spiritual power, and it consumed thirty units of spiritual power for every second it was sustained. Even a fifth-rank knight couldn’t maintain it for long.

Undoubtedly, fire was most devastating to plants. Although the iron thorns had become berserk under the stimulation of the yellow mist, they could only wither before this Light Fire.

Yang Wenzhao let out a long roar, tapped his toes on the ground, and charged again. The scorching Light Fire incinerated all nearby plants, leaving him only to defend against the still-shooting red thorns. Moreover, the thorns’ power was greatly diminished by the Light Fire’s scorching heat.

The female Summoner, hidden in the vegetation, looked somewhat panicked. Since she could accurately target Yang Wenzhao’s location, she could naturally sense his current charging speed.

A rapid series of spells, like popping beans, poured from her mouth. She pointed her staff at the ground, and two cherry-like, fiery red plants quickly grew. Her own body suddenly shifted sideways at high speed.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a vine had appeared around her waist, the source of which was on the side where she had cast her earliest summoning magic. The vine was now pulling her body swiftly to the side, with the iron thorns naturally clearing a path for her. The speed was even faster than Yang Wenzhao’s charge.

In the next moment after she moved away, Yang Wenzhao had arrived at her previous location. He immediately saw the plants that were still spraying thorns and those few bean pods.

Where’s the person? Yang Wenzhao was slightly stunned, but his hands didn’t slow down. He swept the oncoming plants with both heavy swords carrying scorching Light Fire.

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These plants were powerful, but their defenses were low. They shattered instantly, like a hot knife through butter.

Yang Wenzhao’s plan was clear. His opponent was only a fourth-rank summoner with limited spiritual power, and not liquid spiritual power. As long as he destroyed her summoned creatures as much as possible, she would also lose her means of contending with him.

Just as he was clearing away these attacking plants, two large red fruits appeared in his sight. These two red fruits had swollen to the size of pumpkins and were still swelling at an alarming rate.

A sense of danger quietly enveloped him. While quickly retreating, Yang Wenzhao swung his two swords, and two light-slashing sword attacks formed a crisscrossing cross-cut, hacking towards the red fruits.

Ah, sometimes, some people are just a little too eager to interfere… If it were Long Haochen, perhaps he wouldn’t have unleashed those two slashes. Because he would have felt the danger and distanced himself instead.

But Yang Wenzhao was a pure punitive knight, and attack was ingrained in his very being. So, he was screwed… *Boom!*

The tremendous roar caused the entire knight trial arena to tremble violently. Everyone stared in disbelief as a mushroom cloud erupted and rose from the center of the iron thorns.

The female Summoner, who had already retreated far away, subconsciously took off the hood on her head, revealing a beautiful face that could easily shift from anger to joy. She stuck out her tongue. “The power of these Rampaging Cherries is really not small. Hope it didn’t blast him to death?”

Far away on the platform, Han Qian stood up with a *thump*. Not only him, but all the important figures watching stood up as well. Because they all knew what Yang Wenzhao’s true identity was. The Assassin Temple’s earlier assassination attempt had already enraged the Knight Temple. If something really happened to him, I’m afraid… “San Shui!” Han Qian shouted angrily.

Grandma San Shui’s facial muscles twitched slightly. “I really don’t know about this. When did this girl learn to summon this kind of thing? I didn’t teach her that!”

“Cough, cough, cough…” A series of coughs came from the arena. A desperately disheveled figure emerged from the iron thorns.

His appearance was truly amusing. His once-handsome armor had become charred black, his helmet had been blown off, his hair was curled from the explosion’s heat, and his armor was damaged in multiple places, revealing traces of blood. His face was black in one place and red in another. He looked like a destitute beggar.

“I… I…” Yang Wenzhao’s depression at this moment was simply beyond words. If he hadn’t used his sword to slash, the Rampaging Cherry, which could only have exploded in place, might not have hurt him at all. However, his slash was equivalent to directly detonating it. Although he had already retreated, the Rampaging Cherry’s explosive power was indeed formidable. Fortunately, he still had Light Fire burning on his body, and he managed to wield his two swords with all his might to protect his vital points. Otherwise, this violent explosion might have seriously injured him.

However, even so, his entire body was in pain. He looked at the girl opposite him, his eyes filled with anger.

Golden light reappeared, and a Holy Light Shield rose up. It wasn’t that punitive knights had no healing or auxiliary skills at all. Holy Light Shield was a healing skill that every knight had to learn.

A pair of heavy swords emitted dazzling golden light again. Yang Wenzhao stared fiercely at the female Summoner not far away, who was now revealing her appearance, and strode towards her.

“Okay, okay, you can still fight! Then I concede.” Bai Xiaomo said somewhat helplessly.

As Yang Wenzhao had predicted, her cultivation was only at the fourth rank after all. In the previous series of continuous magic, she had already consumed most of her spiritual power. It was impossible to arrange things like before. In that case, she might as well concede.

The charging footsteps stopped abruptly. Yang Wenzhao felt as if there was a breath stuck in his chest. Could this be considered a victory? Had he ever seen anyone who won looking as disheveled as he did? He had a look of grief and indignation on his face, secretly thinking that he was simply the embodiment of the word “tragic,” right? Could things not be like this?

(To be continued)

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