Chapter 476

475. Chapter 470: Array Duel Arena Match

This disciple of the Seven Stars Immortal Sect clearly didn't take Ding Huan seriously; upon landing on the arena, he immediately summoned his flames to begin crafting a talisman.

The task was to craft a Level Three Heavy Pressure Immortal Talisman and use it to attack the opponent. The talisman's quality must reach at least Mid-Grade; whoever finished first wins.

Ding Huan's spiritual sense had been fixed on the opponent's progress; by the time the opponent was about to complete his talisman, Ding Huan's Heavy Pressure Immortal Talisman was already finished.

As the opponent finished crafting his Level Three Heavy Pressure Immortal Talisman, Ding Huan had already launched his own.

Under the assault of Ding Huan's Heavy Pressure Immortal Talisman, the Seven Stars Immortal Sect disciple collapsed onto the arena.

The arena's voice echoed promptly: "Contestant 21850 wins."

The Array Duel number token in Ding Huan's hand had already signaled the start of the Array Duel Arena Match.

Ding Huan sighed inwardly—after this entire Immortal Sect ranking competition, he'd been incredibly busy.

It seemed he was working for Dafanxian Sect, yet he wasn't appreciated; Dafanxian Sect even worried he'd offended too many Immortal Sects.

Ding Huan was the focal point of the crowd; wherever he went, a large group followed him to the Array Duel area.

At this moment, Ding Huan was traffic—he went anywhere, and traffic followed him everywhere.

The arena match had begun; Ding Huan's gaze settled on Arena Nine, where a disciple of Yan Yue Xian Sect stood.

Ding Huan couldn't help but admire—this Eight-Star Immortal Sect was truly powerful; Yan Yue Xian Sect had already been eliminated by him once, yet another disciple still reached the arena match.

Ding Huan charged forward without hesitation—he was targeting Seven-Star and Eight-Star Immortal Sects.

Seeing this ruthless man approach, the Yan Yue Xian Sect disciple instinctively tried to retreat—until he remembered this was an arena match.

Ming Mu nearly covered his forehead—he was clearly going out of his way to offend Eight-Star Immortal Sects.

He understood why Ding Huan did this, but even if you worked harder, you still couldn't win first place.

You're one person; they're a whole group.

You participate in Combat, Array Duel, and Talisman Duel; they field entire teams for all five events, with even two events exempt from elimination rounds.

The Array Duel arena match was far more difficult than the elimination rounds, and the tasks came in two types.

The first: both sides set up a Capturing Immortal Array to trap the opponent; whoever escapes first wins.

The second: set up a Killing Immortal Array to annihilate the opponent—this one was straightforward: kill the opponent or force them to surrender.

Besides these two tasks, there was one special rule.

The rule: after three rounds, Killing Arrays and Capturing Arrays could be deployed simultaneously; no longer would each arena be given a separate task.

The task on Arena Nine, where Ding Huan stood, was the Capturing Immortal Array: both sides set up a Level Four Capturing Immortal Array to trap each other.

Whoever escaped first from the opponent's Capturing Immortal Array wins.

The Yan Yue Xian Sect disciple clearly wanted to defeat Ding Huan badly; as soon as the task was announced, he hurled a handful of array flags outward.

Ding Huan quickly summoned his own array flags to set up the Capturing Immortal Array—he appeared flustered, but inwardly felt helpless.

This time, he couldn't win quickly; he had to take his time.

Indeed, seeing Ding Huan's slow array deployment, many relaxed.

After all, Ding Huan wasn't a god—setting up a Level Four Capturing Immortal Array still took time.

He had the skill; he'd concealed his strength in the elimination rounds.

Now, in the arena match, true strength was revealed—his ability was indeed stronger than in the elimination rounds, at least enough to set up a Level Four Capturing Immortal Array.

If Ding Huan were truly formidable, he'd have unleashed his full power the moment he stepped onto the arena.

Just like earlier in the Combat arena—in everyone's eyes, Ding Huan was never a quiet type.

In the elimination rounds, there were no weaklings; on this small arena, the opponent had set up a Capturing Immortal Array and trapped Ding Huan in mere minutes.

Ding Huan was slightly slower this time, but he still managed to trap his opponent.

At this moment, Ding Huan's spiritual sense swept across the other arenas—all were still in combat.

In fact, the other arenas were watching Ding Huan too; they feared his array art might be again overwhelming, and he'd eliminate his opponent instantly.

Fortunately, this time Ding Huan didn't eliminate his opponent instantly—he was locked in a stalemate.

Ding Huan counted—once three other arenas had determined winners, he immediately burst out of his opponent's Capturing Immortal Array, snatched two array flags to allow his opponent to escape, then rushed swiftly to Arena Two.

Only now did the sound echo from the arena where Ding Huan had just fought: "Contestant 122 wins."

The Yan Yue Xian Sect array master still trapped in the Capturing Immortal Array also broke free at this moment.

He was just a hair too late—the array master stomped his foot in frustration, then went to challenge his next opponent.

Arena Two was also occupied by an Eight-Star Immortal Sect disciple—this time from Jiukunxian Sect.

The disciple, seeing Ding Huan approach, immediately filled his eyes with murderous intent.

Too bad the task was again to set up a Capturing Immortal Array—otherwise, he'd have immediately deployed a Killing Array to annihilate his opponent.

This time, the Capturing Immortal Array had no level restriction—any level was permitted. If you could set up a Level Nine Capturing Immortal Array, that was your skill.

Ding Huan set up another Level Four Capturing Immortal Array; as his opponent trapped him, he also trapped his opponent.

Half a stick of incense later, Ding Huan stepped out of his opponent's Capturing Immortal Array again.

"Contestant 122 wins." This time, upon hearing the announcement, Ding Huan did not leave the arena.

Because he'd just scanned with his spiritual sense—of the ten arenas, no contestant from a Seven-Star or higher Immortal Sect had yet fought.

He wasn't just aiming to score points—he was determined to prevent any Seven-Star or higher Immortal Sect from scoring.

Because Ding Huan had taken the array flags, the Jiukunxian Sect disciple didn't step down; instead, he roared: "I challenge you."

The arena task changed: "Deploy a Killing Array—no level restriction. Kill your opponent or force them to surrender."

Seeing this task, the Jiukunxian Sect disciple rejoiced, hurling array flags rapidly—within an instant, Arena Two was filled with killing light.

To be honest, Ding Huan actually preferred such direct, lethal tasks—these eliminated any chance of the opponent competing in later rounds.

Ding Huan set up a Killing Array as well; this time, both arrays clashed for a longer duration.

After nearly half a stick of incense, Ding Huan's Killing Array shattered his opponent's knees.

As an even more terrifying wave of killing light rolled toward him, the Jiukunxian Sect's formation master cried out in panic: "I yield."

Ding Huan did not continue his attack.

"Contestant 122 wins."

Ding Huan was very satisfied; this time it was acceptable—he not only reduced his opponent's score by ten points, but also directly eliminated him from the subsequent formation competitions.

Seeing Ding Huan's match end, the cultivators still fighting on the other arenas grew tense.

To them, Ding Huan was a shit-stirrer—he wasn't here to compete; he was here to disrupt.

But soon they realized Ding Huan had no intention of challenging them.

It wasn't that Ding Huan wouldn't challenge them—he was currently limiting the scores of Xian Sects ranked above the Seven Stars. He had no interest in approaching matches below Seven Stars.

More importantly, he feared another scenario like the combat arena—where he'd be left alone to perform solo, leaving no points to grind.

"Old Six, I'll take you on," came a shrill voice, followed by a familiar figure leaping onto Ding Huan's Arena Two.

Those thin lips and sparse strands of hair—wasn't that Ren Xian?

Ding Huan had just been searching for this guy, and now the fool was willingly coming to his arena to die.

For Ding Huan, the third round was already over; on his arena, whether it was a sealing or killing formation, he could arrange them freely.

No level restrictions, no quantity limits—just like combat: kill your opponent, and you win.

Ren Xian immediately threw out five formation flags, intending to set up a Sealing-Killing Xian Formation—he planned to trap Ding Huan first, then obliterate him with the killing array.

Ding Huan saw clearly: this bastard was shameless—among the five formation flags, one was a top-grade Xian artifact serving as the array's foundation.

But such flags didn't violate the rules; anything could be used as a formation flag, as long as you could wield it as one.

To Ding Huan, Ren Xian was marked for death, so he immediately deployed a Sealing-Killing Xian Formation.

Half a stick of incense later, both men completed their Sealing-Killing Xian Formations.

The Sealing-Killing Xian Formations activated, and the entire Arena Two became a layered curtain of killing light.

Below, even divine sense could no longer penetrate the arena—the Sealing-Killing Xian Formations blocked it entirely.

Outsiders could only tell that Ding Huan and Ren Xian were fighting fiercely, and that they were evenly matched.

They could only feel the slashing killing light and the suffocating killing aura.

Occasionally, Ding Huan's wounded, staggering figure appeared—spectators silently marveled at Ren Xian's strength.

Even Old Six, such a ruthless one, was being crushed by Ren Xian.

Only after a full stick of incense had burned did the crowd below see Ding Huan standing on the arena, drenched in blood, swaying precariously.

Meanwhile, Ren Xian, who had charged up to challenge him, had become a corpse—his skull shattered, lying lifeless on the arena.

"Incredible! He actually won against Ren Xian—wasn't he about to lose just now?"

"He must have had a secret weapon—did he cheat? Formations don't allow spell-based ambushes."

"You're stupid—if he'd used Dao techniques to ambush, he'd have been declared defeated immediately."

The crowd below buzzed with discussion.

"Old Six, I'm You Sa—come to test you," shouted a tall man as he leapt onto the arena.

At the same moment, Ren Xian's corpse was swept off the arena.

Additionally, all traces of the formations Ding Huan and Ren Xian had laid were completely erased.

Some cultivators who had been preparing to rush up sighed inwardly—Ding Huan had clearly paid a price defeating Ren Xian, and You Sa was now climbing up to take advantage.

Before Ding Huan could speak, You Sa unleashed a Twisting-Killing Xian Formation.

It was an absolute top-tier Level Four Twisting-Killing Xian Formation—clearly, this guy's formation skills were no slouch.

Ding Huan still set up a Level Four Sealing-Killing Xian Formation.

At this moment, the Sealing-Killing Xian Formation had not yet activated, and many had already noticed something odd.

From start to now, Ding Huan had used only one type of Sealing Formation and one type of Killing Formation.

True formation masters could create countless varieties of Sealing and Killing Formations.

To use only one type throughout—this at least indicated a lack of knowledge reserves in formation arts.

More observers noticed that Ding Huan's Sealing-Killing Xian Formation activated a step slower than You Sa's.

To some, Ding Huan had lost the initiative—likely due to injuries sustained during his battle with Ren Xian.