Water Mystery, Wind Mystery, Fire Mystery, Earth Mystery, Lightning Mystery!
These five fused together—he felt it crystal clear!
“What?!”
“Fusion of five mysteries?!”
The Prefecture Lord and his son Yi Cheng leapt up, staring at the stage.
They triple-checked—yep, no mistake.
Fusing mysteries? Two was already rare and impressive.
Three? Four? Five? Almost unheard of!
“Bloody brilliant! At his age, fusing five mysteries!” The envoy shouted “brilliant” repeatedly, buzzing.
On the stage.
Compared to before, Lin Yun piled on—fusing five mysteries atop his earlier moves.
When the five fused and clashed with Cao Zheng’s strike—
*Boom!*
A deafening blast rocked the plaza, their colliding forces tearing space apart, a brutal shockwave ripping out.
The whole plaza trembled!
Even from afar, it paled faces, hearts quaking!
“Blimey, five mysteries fused?!”
“Lin Yun’s blending five at once—I’m not seeing things, am I?!”
The plaza erupted, gasps and yells everywhere.
Eyes brimmed with raw shock.
Cao Zheng’s second-turn reveal was big, but this? Way bigger.
Second-turn Tribulation realm cultivators popped up, but a freak fusing five mysteries? Rare as hen’s teeth!
“This… this… this…”
The Mo duo stood gobsmacked—imagine their shock.
On the stage.
Post-clash, second-turn Cao Zheng reeled back again, stunned.
Even with the stage’s array, each step cracked the floor!
Lin Yun staggered back three steps.
Five-mystery fusion bridged a lot, but second-turn wasn’t a pushover.
Up front.
The Prefecture Lord and Yi Cheng snapped out of it, sitting back down.
The Prefecture Lord, a seasoned bigwig, usually stone-faced, had slipped—too shocked—but he regained composure fast.
“Five mysteries close the realm gap a chunk, but alone, they won’t crush a second-turn Cao Zheng, just give him a slight edge—winner’s still up in the air,” he said, forcing calm.
“Father, even if five mysteries tip the scales, they’re fueled by inner force, fusing five at once? Massive drain!” Yi Cheng chimed in.
“And his realm’s lower, inner force thinner than Cao Zheng’s—drag this out, Lin Yun’s odds tank!” Yi Cheng added.
“Solid reasoning,” the Prefecture Lord nodded.
The envoy stayed locked on the stage.
“Super-divine first-rank soul-sense, five-mystery fusion, and he’s barely forty-odd years old!” Shock still flickered in his eyes.
“Even if he loses today, he outshines Cao Zheng by miles! His potential, his worth—leagues above!” the envoy said.
Back on the stage.
Cao Zheng steadied himself, staring at Lin Yun, shock thick in his gaze.
“Five-mystery fusion! You pulled that off!” His voice sharpened with disbelief.
“So, you giving up?” Lin Yun grinned.
“Give up? Ha!”
Cao Zheng laughed, twisted, “Think five mysteries can beat me? Far from enough—keep this up, I’m not scared!”
“Not enough? Let’s spice it up then!”
“I told you—joining Mo for this exam’s your fatal mistake, you’ll lose bad!” Lin Yun’s grin turned chilling.
“My turn to strike!”
Lin Yun stomped, blasting forward like a streak of light.
His Holy Spirit-grade sword, fused with five mysteries, glowed five-hued, arcing toward Cao Zheng!
“Qingyun Illusion!”
A monstrous soul-sense wave surged from Lin Yun’s mind, engulfing Cao Zheng.
Cao Zheng braced for it, but still blanked out briefly!
No dice—his soul-sense lagged Lin Yun’s, no prep could hide the gap.
“Here’s the real feast!”
Heaven-Shaking Hand!
*Boom!*
Black scales coated Lin Yun’s palm, an indescribable vibe channeling into the sword!
Its power spiked, bursting with blinding light, rocketing at Cao Zheng!
Cao Zheng snapped free—just as the sword hit!
“No!”
Too late to dodge, he roared in terror, face twisting, death’s shadow looming.
No time to block!
*Boom!*
The sword’s brutal force slammed his chest.
His robe shredded to dust, revealing a protective soft armor.
But under that crushing power, it crumpled, exploding apart!
“Pfft!”
Cao Zheng spewed blood, flung off the stage under countless eyes, crashing into the ground, cratering it.
The mighty second-turn Tribulation realm cultivator—down!
Silence.
Dead silence gripped the plaza!
Moments ago, many figured Lin Yun’d struggle—now Cao Zheng was out cold.
And so thoroughly!
“Second-turn Tribulation realm? That’s it.”
Lin Yun stood tall, glancing at Cao Zheng in the pit, sheathing his sword.
Cao Zheng’s second-turn burst was a curveball.
But it never slipped Lin Yun’s grip.
He won—and made it look easy!
Three months in the One Thought Clarity Tower had jacked his strength big-time!
Strength was his bedrock—bring your tricks, your aces, he’d face them fearless!
Cao Zheng, in the pit, kept coughing blood, wrecked.
“Why? Why…” His pale face twisted with disbelief and bitterness.
A third-rank Mahayana realm cultivator beat his second-turn Tribulation realm self?
He didn’t just lose the match—his Dongyuan rep was trashed!
