As soon as the competition started, Shangguan Zihua activated the innate ink energy to form a layer of innate ink energy, covering his whole body.
As a result, Li Yifeng did not dare to get close to Shangguanzi's paintings because once he got close, he would immediately be corroded by the innate ink energy.
Li Yifeng was good at close combat. He couldn't get close to Shangguan Zihua, which meant he couldn't attack the opponent and could only run away.
In Shangguanzi's paintings, various birds and beasts can be drawn, attacking Li Yifeng unscrupulously.
Although Li Yifeng was fast, he could not withstand Shangguan Zihua's flowing offensive.
But in the blink of an eye, the entire martial arts platform was filled with all kinds of birds and beasts, all of which were drawn by Shangguanzi.
Under siege by a large number of birds and beasts, Li Yifeng had to lose in the end.
After Li Yifeng left the game, it didn't take long for the next game to come.
"The sixth game, Lin Yun versus Shangguan Zihua."
Lin Yun was not surprised when he heard his name, because he had already guessed the appearance pattern.
Shangguanzi Hua still held the giant brush and walked onto the stage with great swagger.
Lin Yun also went to the martial arts stage again and stood opposite Shangguanzi Hua with an expressionless face.
"I really want to know if your body is strong enough to be immune to my innate ink energy." Shangguan Zhua said, and then used his old trick to activate the innate ink energy and form a shield of innate ink energy around the body.
After using the innate ink energy shield, Shangguanzi Hua then condensed the martial spirit of the scroll, and then used a giant brush to paint on the martial spirit of the scroll with flowing movements.
Birds and beasts were vividly depicted, and they rushed toward Lin Yun with their teeth and claws open.
Although Lin Yun didn't know whether his body could withstand the innate Mo Qi, he still wouldn't try it easily for the sake of safety.
With a thought, the skull sword instantly appeared in Lin Yun's hand.
Lin Yun held the sword in one hand, pointed it at an eagle that was rushing toward him, and slashed it with his sword, directly cutting the eagle into two halves.
The eagle that was cut in half exploded in an instant and turned into ink-colored liquid and poured towards Lin Yun.
Lin Yun's figure disappeared in a flash, and the ink-colored liquid spilled on the floor of the martial arts platform, forming a scattered ink stain, like an art painting.
Immediately afterwards, several eagles and several lions came to attack Lin Yun from all directions.
Lin Yun's ethereal figure floated uncertainly, and the sword in his hand turned into streaks of cold light, killing the birds and beasts that surrounded him in the blink of an eye.
These birds and beasts exploded one after another, forming globs of ink-colored liquid that spread all over the sky, but not a single drop touched Lin Yun.
After avoiding the ink-colored liquid thrown at him, Lin Yun had gathered a large amount of vitality on the sword blade in his hand.
At the same time, Shangguanzi's painting also completed a masterpiece. As soon as he thought, a black light flashed, and an eight-meter-tall tauren emerged from the painting, blocking the front of Shangguanzi's painting like a hill.
Shangguan Zihua advised Lin Yun: "This tauren has gathered a large amount of innate ink energy, and the ink-colored liquid produced at the moment of explosion is enough to form a pool of water."
"So much liquid was thrown around in an instant. No matter how fast Lin Yun's reaction was, some of it would inevitably be stained."
Speaking of this, Shangguan Zihua showed a touch of pride on his face: "These liquids are not ordinary liquids, but liquid energy formed by the cooling and condensation of the innate ink gas. Once you get even a drop of it, you will be dead."
"So I advise you, if you don't want to die, give up and surrender as soon as possible, otherwise you won't even have a chance to regret it!"
After hearing Shangguan Zihua's words, Lin Yun remained expressionless, as if he didn't take his words to heart at all.
"Does Lin Yun really want to die? Shangguan Zihua even mentioned this, but he still doesn't surrender!"
"The innate ink energy can ignore all defenses. No matter how strong Lin Yun's body is, there is absolutely no chance of survival if he is touched by a drop of innate ink energy!"
For a moment, everyone in the audience started talking.
In the last duel, Li Yifeng had no choice but to surrender under the fierce attack of the tauren.
At this time, Lin Yun had no intention of surrendering. He held the sword in both hands with sharp eyes, and instantly burst out with a fierce sword force.
The World-Destroying Divine Sword Technique—The Fourth Form!
Lin Yun slashed forward with his sword, and suddenly released a terrifying crescent-shaped sword energy, slashing at the tauren with a devastating force.
As soon as the tauren took a step towards Lin Yun, he was struck by the extremely sharp crescent-shaped sword energy, which instantly turned into a huge wave and exploded in all directions.
After defeating the tauren with one sword, the residual power of the crescent-shaped sword energy was still there. It continued to shoot forward, directly penetrated the innate ink energy shield that enveloped Shangguan Zihua, and then landed on Shangguan Zihua.
Shangguan Zihua flew backwards in the explosion and turned into a shadow that hit the barrier a hundred meters away.
While Lin Yun was retreating violently, he was inevitably stained by two drops of ink-colored liquid. One drop fell on his arm, and the other fell on his shoulder.
"Oops!" Ren Tanqian's expression changed drastically under the martial arts platform, and a trace of cold sweat could not help but drip from his forehead.
Yun Ruoxi, who was standing next to him, instantly turned pale and looked at Lin Yun with worry on her face. She was so nervous that she even forgot to breathe.
Others began to laugh at Lin Yun who deserved it.
"With the liquid innate ink gas, Lin Yun is finished now, he will die miserably!"
"Shangguan Zihua was injured at most, but he even risked his life!"
"Who told him not to listen? He deserves to lose his life!"
"Hahaha, in a few seconds, he will be corroded into a pile of withered bones."
The people's sarcastic discussions started out heated, then became more and more deserted, until finally they completely quieted down, and the whole place was completely silent.
Because they waited for a long time, Lin Yun was not corroded into a pile of withered bones.
The two drops of ink-colored liquid that stained Lin Yun's body only left two scars with black blood scabs on the surface of Lin Yun's skin, and some green smoke came out, that's all.
After a moment of silence, someone finally spoke.
"I...I read it correctly, right? This...what exactly is going on?"
"Why... why? Why wasn't Lin Yun corroded into withered bones?"
"The innate ink used in Shangguanzi's paintings...can't be a copycat, right?"
For a moment, the entire scene was boiling.
Everyone couldn't believe what they saw with their own eyes.
In their previous concepts, innate Mo Qi was a biological killer, and anyone who got a drop of it would definitely die.
But at this moment, Lin Yun was still alive as if nothing had happened after being exposed to the liquefied innate ink gas. This completely broke their previous concepts!