Chapter 126: The Spirit Girl’s First Battle

Although using disposable consumables, especially low-tier bomb-type items, wasn’t common for her, Vilyric was a seasoned veteran who had been grinding in the game for years. She could easily recognize items unique to “Phantom World.”

These throwable mini grenades are among the most easily obtainable and varied combat tools in the game. Even a complete newbie could acquire a batch of these after completing a few simple introductory quests to aid their subsequent growth.

They have numerous advantages, such as taking up little space in your inventory, being easy to carry, and even though their power is limited, they are truly 100% usable by players of any level…

Indeed, the manufacturing costs and prices of high-tier combat tools soar with the quality of materials—something no beginner could afford. It’s quite rare to see new players charging ahead with high-tier explosives, but for mid-tier and max-level players, they are indeed some of the easiest items to acquire.

Even a priest player like Vilyric, who rarely used combat tools, had dozens of various types shoved into the corners of her bag, but rarely ever used them.

These things, at the end of the day, were just chicken ribs.

Even the top-tier disposable combat tools, excluding special ones that can’t be reused, would usually only have the destructive capacity of a normal level 60 player’s skills. For a level 110 player, even a priest, that was hardly significant. Most of the time, these were just used for their various special effects.

For instance, the explosive that Princess Ling just tossed had negative effects like stunning; while not very powerful, if an unsuspecting monster with low resistance happened to take it head-on, it could leave them dazed for a long time or even knock them unconscious.

Miss Priestess nodded to herself.

Control rather than destruction; Hen’s combat strategy was clear. It seemed this wasn’t her first time using such tactics in battle.

However, if she thought she could easily secure victory like this, she was simply being unrealistic—her opponent was no pushover.

The smoke began to disperse.

Amidst it, the figure still standing tall reappeared before the crowd.

Liu Quan had not been rendered unconscious by the explosive; at some point, a thick, golden barrier had sprung up around him, protecting him completely and leaving him unscathed.

“Hm? The Hongmen Golden Bell Shield… Could it be the Hongmen Golden Bell Shield? This lost technique has been gone for over a hundred years… How could it appear in the hands of a young man?”

In Murong Yun’s surprised mumble, the black-haired girl shook her head helplessly.

“Hey, don’t act so surprised. It’s just like the Open Heaven Gate, isn’t it? Look, Miss Xiao Kong isn’t reacting much; your mindset still needs training, Uncle~”

“Is Vilyric complimenting me? Haha, I haven’t been down the mountain in ages, and I’ve never encountered those fleeting little sects before, so it’s a bit hard to surprise me.”

Miss Cat Daughter smiled and shook her head, while the white cat Miao Miao in her arms lazily yawned after licking her paw.

“Meow~”

“Both of you, the Hongmen Golden Bell Shield is a very ancient legacy…”

The white-clad middle-aged man explained with a wry smile.

“It was created about 700 years ago by a master from the Dongyuanzhi Kingdom, a profound defensive technique that is impervious. It’s said that if mastered to the utmost, it could even resist true celestial moves. It once flourished and was renowned far and wide.”

“But this legacy is only good for defense, with obvious shortcomings, and due to the overly stringent conditions required for training, it has gradually fallen out of favor with the times. I’ve only heard of it in books before today.”

“This young man named Liu Quan can gather spiritual energy to manifest the Golden Bell, indicating that his Hongmen Golden Bell Shield is at least at the minor accomplishment stage, whereas most normal folks would need to be over 40 to reach that level.”

“To have such skills at a young age is almost a rare talent. I’m more than ten years his senior and have mastered the Open Heaven Palm but wouldn’t dare say I could easily break his defense… The younger generation is indeed to be feared.”

“Hmm, indeed to be feared~”

Miss Priestess replied half-heartedly, but she wasn’t as surprised as Murong Yun; in the end, if they couldn’t even reach this level, then the so-called Spirit God Sect would truly be a joke.

However, if she wanted to expand her horizons, it was far from enough to just impress someone like Murong Yun.

Even among humans, she had seen many beings superior to this one. If they were to talk, she should at least defeat the level 10 Princess Ling first.

During their brief conversation, Hen had already engaged Liu Quan in battle, exchanging over ten blows with great intensity.

Literally intense heat.

Of course, to be precise, the latter stood like a wooden stump, while Princess Ling occupied the high ground, leisurely tossing various explosive devices downwards, creating thunderous blasts.

As Murong Yun had described, the Hongmen Golden Bell Shield focuses on defensive capabilities. While it enhances defense, it essentially abandons most attack methods.

If Hen were to fight him on the ground, perhaps this fellow could use his physical strength to endure attacks and launch simple counterattacks. But now, with the silver shuttle lifting her into the air, she was already in an invincible position.

Anyone with eyes could see that although the current battle seemed intense, with neither side able to do anything to the other, in reality, Liu Quan’s spiritual energy maintaining the Golden Bell would soon be depleted, while that peculiar sphere in the silver-haired girl’s hand seemed limitless.

If they had to say, it would likely hinge on which side ran out of energy first: the one in the shuttle or Liu Quan himself. However, that would undoubtedly take a while and would look rather embarrassing for a spar.

“Forget it, we concede this round; let’s call it quits.”

Soon, the tall youth named Shangguan Hong spoke up to halt the battle. Though it seemed a bit reluctant, he still sincerely praised, “What an eye-opener; I didn’t expect there to be such interesting fighting styles in the world. We’ve been quite ignorant, what a blunder.”

As he had initially pledged, this spar had not caused any losses, and it appeared that the Spirit God Sect had sent this defensive disciple in their first round to test their limits and maintain a steady stance.

It was clear they were no strangers to this kind of challenge; judging by their familiar stance, they probably did this every few days…

“Hey, little sister, you’re pretty strong. I can’t beat you.”

Retracting the Golden Bell Shield, Liu Quan didn’t seem upset; instead, he earnestly bowed to the silver-haired girl, who had already landed back on the ground, her expression still calm and collected, before walking back towards his companions with her slight nod in response.

As someone who had actually fought Hen, his insights were undoubtedly deeper than those of the bystanders. Perhaps he had discovered something too.

Although his peers returned to their formation, the silver-haired girl did not make similar moves, since the rule mentioned earlier was that both sides send out three people, taking turns to fight. As long as she was strong enough, she could handle all the enemies alone.

Soon, the Spirit God Sect selected their second fighter.

Unlike Liu Quan, this one was a petite young girl, not much different in size from Miss Priestess, with a youthful face that bore a charmingly tiny quality.

The sky-blue sect robe she wore, tailored to fit her figure perfectly, highlighted her feminine curves. Although she had a similar height and build to someone, her bust far outstripped even Xiao Kong, who was the most prominent among Vilyric’s army, and even came close to that lady in the United Kingdom.

It was truly perplexing, leaving one to ponder the massive gaps between people while secretly gnashing their teeth.

Ignoring the various gazes around her, the petite girl with the youthful face and impressive curves stepped up to the front with her flowing azure hair stirred by the gentle breeze from the road, yet her delicate features bore a somewhat cold expression, sending a slight chill to those looking at her.

“Shangguan Yao.”

Sharing the same surname and bearing a somewhat similar facial profile, she seemed to be the younger sister of the chief disciple, Shangguan Hong.

As the two expressionless individuals faced each other, Hen remained as indifferent as ever.

“Come.”

As soon as she spoke,

“Whoosh!”

Shangguan Yao’s form instantly shattered into a blur of phantom images, abruptly disappearing from sight, only to reappear mysteriously behind the silver-haired girl!

   

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