The Heavenly King Ranking Competition was the highest level of competition organized by the regional alliance apart from the championship challenge.
The registration requirement for participating trainers was to have at least six Heavenly King-level sprites.
At this time, various factions, families, consortiums, and the Spirit Alliance would send out the powerhouses they had cultivated.
On the surface, this competition was just to rank the strong and weak, but behind it, it was related to the distribution of resources for a long time in the future.
In short, whoever had the bigger fist would get more!
In fact, Mo Yan and Lin Bai were both trainers on the Spirit Alliance's side, but their victory or defeat was also related to whether the alliance would favor their dojos' resources.
Therefore, even if the person standing in front of Mo Yan was Manjin City's Master Yongcun, he would do his best to defeat the other party!
Lin Bai had even less of a psychological barrier!
"Marsala, rush over and attack the vital points!"
A black shadow flashed. When Marsala had already rushed to the front of the imitation Night Spirit, Lin Bai gave the order.
"Will-O '-the-wisp!"
Rip!!!
A cold white bone claw ruthlessly slashed across the imitation Night Spirit's rock-like body.
Attribute restraint + explosive output!
Marsala directly cut three deep claw marks on the imitation Night Spirit's neck!
Unfortunately, the imitation Night Spirit did not have real flesh and blood, so its neck was naturally not its weakness.
The next moment, bluish-purple flames ignited in the air. The will-o '-the-wisp seemed to spread slowly but strangely, covering the entire venue in the blink of an eye.
Will-O '-the-wisp!
Even if it was just a small will-o '-the-wisp skill, a Heavenly King-level sprite could play with it.
But … what about Marsala?
Hundreds of will-o '-the-wisp floated quietly in the air, but Marsala's figure was nowhere to be seen.
There were no traces of digging underground …
The sky was equally empty …
Where was it?
"Imitation Night Spirit, at …"
"Attack the vital points!"
Rip!!!
Accompanied by a second tearing sound, the imitation Night Spirit staggered two steps forward, and three deep scratches appeared on its back!
"Dark!"
This time, the imitation Night Spirit did not hesitate. With a thought, countless will-o '-the-wisp shot toward Marsala.
It hit!
The imitating Night Spirit's timing was impeccable. It happened to be the moment when Marsala's old strength had dissipated and her new strength had yet to be born.
Will-O '-the-wisp was a strange phosphorescent flame. It would definitely cause the opponent to be burned and their attack power would be halved.
Marsala's body flickered with weak flames. She, who relied on absolute output, seemed to have been half-crippled?
However, the attack of the fake Night Spirit wasn't over yet. As a cry of "share the pain" sounded from the other side, the two elves also lit up with a strange red light.
Sharing the pain, using a mysterious power to add up the stamina of both parties, and then forcibly splitting it!
As the pain was shared, the six claw marks on the front and back of the imitation Night Spirit healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Provocation!"
At the critical moment, Mo Yan immediately issued an order to Marsala through resonance.
"Bullsh * t! Bullshit! "
Marsala endured the rapid depletion of her strength while provoking the fake Night Spirit with a look of disdain.
Marsala: "# * @!! # F * ck you! "
"Hades!"
The fake Night Spirit flew into a rage. It didn't care about sharing the pain halfway through. A pair of grayish-white fists directly left its body and punched toward Marsala!
It was the sure-hit skill of the ghost element, Shadow Fist!
Swoosh!
Marsala once again turned into a black shadow and directly faced the fake Night Spirit's Shadow Fist.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
As expected, the Shadow Fist couldn't withstand Marsala's bombardment at all and was directly torn to pieces.
Marsala's momentum didn't decrease. She once again flashed in front of the fake Night Spirit.
"Fake Night Spirit, use Tile Splits to defend!"
Defense, not attack!
Lin Bai's command was undoubtedly correct. Even if the fake Night Spirit was in a state of Provocation, it could only attack.
However, the fake Night Spirit had never won by relying on attacks!
Orange light flickered on the fake Night Spirit's fists that had just condensed. This was a light unique to the use of combat skills.
Thanks to its pair of large hands that could directly leave its body, Marsala's attacks were actually blocked by the fake Night Spirit.
But … why hadn't it fallen yet?
Mo Yan frowned as he looked at everything on the battlefield. Although the fake Night Spirit's defense was very strong, it shouldn't be able to withstand so many evil element attacks and still be so lively.
Fake Night Spirit … Fake Night Spirit … But it didn't evolve into a Dark Night Demon Spirit …
Wait … It didn't evolve!
Mo Yan suddenly guessed a certain possibility. He immediately ordered without hesitation, "Marsala, use Slap!"
As soon as he said that, Lin Bai's expression instantly changed. Before he could say anything, a light purple stone was directly slapped out of the fake Night Spirit's body by Marsala.
It was an Evolution Stone that could be carried by a spirit that could evolve. Its physical defense and special defense were both increased by 50%!
The reason why the pseudo Night Spirit was able to withstand so many attacks without collapsing was obviously because of the Evolution Stone.
"Marsala, sneak attack its vitals!"
"Nyula!"
A good move wasn't afraid of the old one. The sneak attack hit the fake Night Spirit's vitals again.
Without the enhancement of the Evolution Stone, the fake Night Spirit's defense instantly weakened by a lot.
"Dark!!!"
With a last scream, the fake Night Spirit staggered and fell to the ground. Its only red eye also turned into a circle.
However, the next moment, a black light suddenly flickered on Marsala's body, causing her to kneel on the ground.
Through the resonance of the same frequency, Moyan could clearly feel Mahala's state.
At this moment, her body seemed to have been sucked dry. Although she had not fallen, her mental state was extremely poor.
"She took the initiative to sacrifice herself …"
Mo Yan whispered to himself. Then, he could only helplessly call Marsala back.
At the end of the battle, Marsala's provocation had lost its effect.
After the fake Night Spirit knew that it could not win, it did not hesitate to use the Parting Gift skill.
The Parting Gift greatly reduced the opponent's attack and special attack at the cost of its own fall.
Marsala was already in a state of burn, so her attack power was already reduced by half. Now that she was affected by the "Parting Gift", her threat was almost zero.
The only thing that could comfort Marsala was that she had persevered and won.
However, Mo Yan knew that if this fake Night Spirit inherited the Parting Gift skill, it would definitely use the Parting Gift instead of the Parting Gift.
At that time, it could only be a draw …
Fortunately, Marsala's luck was not bad either.
At this point, Mo Yan played another round, and Master Lin Bai of Pearl City only had one last spirit left.
This time, Lin Bai did not even say a word.
He recalled the fake Night Spirit and threw out a new pokeball. Master Lin Bai's third spirit officially appeared.
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