I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 78: Battle of Spells

Translator: 549690339

Han Yi was completely unfamiliar with the appearance of the middle-aged, scholarly man and could confirm that he had never seen him before.

When they were in Tianqing City, if he looked around like he had with Tao Shouhua, he would have discovered this middle-aged scholar cultivator who had killed Lu Su.

“Brother Shi, this man killed Kang Feiyang and Huang Tao back in Tianqing City. He is very powerful, so we must be careful.”

The first young man’s gaze settled on Han Yi, and his expression was solemn. His magic power began to circulate around him, becoming gravely serious to the extreme.

“Oh, capable of killing two at the seventh level in Tianqing City, and now killing our junior brother Zhou. It seems we really need to put in some effort.”

The middle-aged scholar named Shi Heng looked at Han Yi. Although he said that they needed to ’put in some effort’ casually, his inner heart was already fully alert.

Just as the words left his mouth.

Without any sign, he suddenly moved.

His extremely fast figure was like a bolt of lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he bridged a distance of ten meters. He was now less than three meters away from Han Yi, and the silver folding fan in his hand was suddenly thrown forward.

As the fan spun, it sprinkled rings of silver brilliance, which eclipsed the thin moonlight. It looked beautiful but actually concealed a deadly danger.

Han Yi sensed a slight danger; this middle-aged man was very strong, extremely strong, unlike the eighth level Qi Cultivator he had just killed. Instead, he was one of the top cultivators at the eighth level.

He rapidly retreated, using his Light Body Technique. In an instant, he pulled back ten meters and shifted three meters to the side.

Swish!

The silent, silver brilliance shone, cutting through the space where Han Yi had just stood. Ten meters behind his original position, a soft creaking sound could be heard.

Han Yi looked in the direction of the sound and couldn’t help but constrict his pupils.

Breaking, the gigantic trees behind him with diameters of five to six meters began to slowly fall. The dazzling silver brilliance from earlier had directly severed more than a dozen trees at their waist and made only a very faint sound.

Han Yi turned his head to look at the floating silver folding fan, and a heavy feeling rose in his heart.

This magic weapon was undoubtedly a top-quality one, even among the top of top-quality magic weapons.

“Huh?”

The middle-aged, scholarly cultivator seemed surprised that Han Yi was able to dodge his sudden attack. Although his face was calm, his heart grew even more cautious.

“Kill.” With both hands drawing together, the Silver Scale Fan floating and spinning in front of him suddenly transformed. It had originally been a half-circle fan, but now it stretched out further, extending completely into a circle with the fan leaves spread flat, turning into a silver disc.

The top-quality magic weapon, the Silver Scale Fan, transformed into its second form.

“Go!!”

The disc disappeared suddenly, reappearing in front of Han Yi as if it had teleported. His expression did not change; as soon as he had moved sideways and saw the power of this weapon, he had already prepared himself.

A fire shield instantly sprang up.

Bang!

The fire scattered, the shield shattered, and the disc halted.

Han Yi’s expression remained unchanged. His index finger, middle finger, and ring finger pressed against his thumb. He then flicked sideways with his body, and three rays of spirit light appeared. They traversed a distance of four meters in an instant and collided with another magic weapon: a blood-red, banner-shaped weapon called the Blood Soul Banner.

Bang, bang, bang!

The Spirit Void Finger exploded continuously, directly destroying half of the mid-tier magic weapon and sending it flying.

Three meters behind the magic weapon, another figure appeared – the cultivator Han Yi had let escape at Tianqing City.

This cultivator’s face changed greatly as he caught the Blood Soul Banner and then backed away in a hurry.

He instantly understood that this battle was not something he could take part in.

However, Han Yi did not forget that there was not just the middle-aged scholar as his enemy here; there was also another cultivator at the eighth level.

Nonetheless, this eighth-level cultivator had only just advanced to the eighth level and did not pose any threat to Han Yi at the moment.

After Han Yi flicked away the three Spirit Void Fingers, he immediately turned his attention back to the battle.

At this moment.

The shattered Fire Shield Skill had not yet completely dispersed, and the halted disc had not been able to be controlled again after encountering resistance.

And he had been waiting for this moment of stagnation.

Now, it was his turn.

Clang!

Two daggers suddenly appeared on his left and right sides.

This time, the daggers looked different. With a faint tremble, a circle of pale red light appeared on their surface.

Departing Fire Sword Formula.

Using the Sword Control Skill to manipulate the Wind Demon Daggers, executing the Departing Fire Sword Formula, and adding the daggers’ inherent wind attribute.

This attack.

Was almost half of his full strength.

“Go!!” Han Yi shouted softly, and his two fingers moved together. From top to bottom, a vertical downward slice.

The middle-aged scholarly cultivator tens of meters away suddenly changed his expression greatly.

He knew the power of the Silver Scale Fan, but he did not expect the first strike to be dodged and the second strike to be blocked after it transformed into the second form. This caught him off guard.

When Han Yi’s two daggers, like two rays of light, had just appeared and were already closing in to less than three meters, his body froze. There was no time to think. His magic power surged, forming a light wall in front of him.

Defensive Magic Skill, Light Wall Technique.

At the same time that the light wall was formed, another hand already held two spiritual talismans; without hesitation, he slapped them onto himself.

Two green rays of light emanated from the talismans and instantly spread out, forming an elliptical shield. On the surface of the shield, a green light rapidly flickered.

First-stage, top-quality spiritual talisman, Protecting Body Talisman – and there were two of them.

If one had insufficient experience, they would take Han Yi’s attack one step at a time.

However, the middle-aged scholar had rich combat experience, and in an instant, he understood the power of Han Yi’s move. It was definitely a terrifying trump card. Without hesitation, he used magic power to form a defensive light wall and instantly paid the price, consuming two first-stage, top-quality spiritual talismans, in order to ensure absolute safety.

If he died, the talismans would only benefit his opponent. So in a fight, the key is to ensure survival rather than anything else.

Unfortunately.

He underestimated the power of Han Yi’s two daggers, and even more so, Han Yi’s experience.

Whoosh!

The two daggers did not move in parallel; instead, one led and the other followed, in a linked attack, using a focused attack to break through.

Bang!

The light wall instantly shattered, offering not even a moment’s delay.

Thud!

It sounded like a sharp blade piercing into a fabric bag. The first green light shield formed by the Protecting Body Talisman instantly shattered, and the first dagger only hesitated slightly; the pale red light on it dissipated by half.

Then.

The dagger pierced through the second green light shield, eventually running out of strength and falling to the ground.

However, closely following behind was the second dagger; its speed suddenly increased, and after piercing through the second green light shield, it flashed past and penetrated the middle-aged cultivator who had barely evaded but not completely moved his body.

Boom!!

His right arm exploded at the shoulder.

The middle-aged cultivator’s face changed dramatically. In an instant, a third spiritual talisman had appeared in his hand, ready to slap it onto his broken arm.

At that moment.

A flash of black light suddenly entered his vision.

“What is this?” The middle-aged scholar was startled, but the motion to slap the talisman onto his arm did not pause..

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