The talent property referred to the cultivation talents of the practitioners, including their comprehension, their root bones and blood. Based on the evaluation system of the empire, the talent property could be divided into nine levels, with level one the highest and level nine the lowest.
For those who got a rare talent property, they were several times faster in cultivation than ordinary people. What was more, their comprehension of martial arts and martial doctrine far exceeded common people.
The Purple Sun displayed by Zhao Yin at the moment was one kind of talent property which might rank at level seven.
Though it just ranked at level seven, those who owned it had far surpassed the ordinary practitioners, one in a million maybe.
At least, in the entire Bloodthirsty Camp, these remaining 42 trainees were the most outstanding ones among the young generation of the empire. However, until now, only Bai Lingshi and Zhao Yin owned talent properties.
Therefore, you could just imagine how rare the talent properties were!
At the moment, Zhao Yin launched an attack fiercely, with his whole body shining like a purple sun lightening the whole world, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone on site.
"This is the Purple Sun! It is said that this kind of body was liking a burning sun. And the spiritual energy generated from it has terrifying power mighty enough to melt the mountains and rivers, and destroy everything!"
"Although Zhao Yin has just reached the ninth level of the Martial Realm, with his talent property, he has already topped the Martial Realm. To defeat him…is nearly impossible!"
"Lin Xun was just so bold to provoke Zhao Yin this way! Now he is in a dilemma, and he might be knocked out this time."
Many trainees were amazed at the momentum Zhao Yin showed.
Although Lin Xun got the first place in the war-zone assessment last time, it was just a grade. No one was clear about how mighty his fighting capacity was.
But everyone thought it might be risky for Lin Xun to fight against Zhao Yin, one of the top figures.
The situation at the moment was quite interesting. When Zhao Yin tried to challenge Lin Xun actively, all the other trainees stopped snatching the stone pillar and concentrated on this upcoming peak fight.
Even Bai Lingshi couldn't sit in meditation any longer. Glancing at Zhao Yin and Lin Xun with her deep eyes, she looked quite interested.
Shi Yu frowned, but seeing Lin Xun who was standing alone look as calm as usual without any hint of panic, Shi got relieved.
Maybe the guy had a trump card?
Shi Yu decided to wait and have a look.
Ning Meng, on the contrary, looked sullen. His plan was totally spoiled by Zhao Yin, and now even Lin Xun was dragged into this.
If Lin Xun got suppressed by Zhao Yin this time, and couldn't enter the Gang-producing Lake, Ning Meng would never forgive himself.
"We must be prepared to offer help. The battle must be intense, and either Lin Xun or Zhao Yin would be knocked out. The situation now cannot be redeemed, and we can only wait for the result."
In the distance, Shu Sanqi looked cold and stern, and ordered in a low voice.
Other drillmasters got solemn. They wouldn't have taken it so seriously if it had been the battle between other trainees.
But the key was that both Lin and Zhao were top trainees in the Bloodthirsty Camp now, so no one dared to neglect the confrontation between them.
"Zhao Yin was just so disgusting! People of this kind could pass the test smoothly if they didn't launch an attack. But Zhao stood out to make a provocation, which was really outrageous."
Young Man appeared at some point and muttered.
"You can't say that! It is a test to show how powerful one really is. As long as no rule is violated, nobody has the right to judge," a drillmaster retorted.
The moment they were going to quarrel, Shu Sanqi said in a cold voice, "Stay calm and watch the battle!"
Then he turned to watch Lin Xun and Zhao Yin in the distance.
Other drillmasters were clear that the battle was inevitable, so they all pulled themselves together and looked at the same direction.
…
Clang! A sword appeared in Zhao Yin's hand.
The sword was an ordinary spiritual one, 80cm long, and three-finger wide. But in Zhao Yin's hand, it seemed to have been transformed into a legendary weapon. The body of the sword was shining with purple light, just like a purple cloud in the sky. In Zhao Yin's hand, the sword looked overwhelmingly awe-inspiring and sharp.
In a moment, Zhao Yin's momentum became more imposing.
Many trainees looked panic. The momentum alone made them shudder, and they were wondering whether it was the power of the Purple Sun.
"Hope you won't let me down", Zhao Yin said in a cold voice, with only arrogance in his eyes.
Lin Xun smiled, and took out his Greenwave Saber. After thinking for a moment, Lin said suddenly, "How about we compete with one move?"
The crowd all felt shocked. Lin Xun was just so arrogant! Did he really think he could defeat Zhao Yin with only one move?
"The guy is just so rash! How can he beat Zhao with just one move?"
Now, even Shi Yu got confused. He had no idea what Lin Xun was thinking. Only one move meant there was no leeway!
Most of them thought the same way as Shi Yu, and some people even thought Lin Xun had gone mad to put forward such a crazy suggestion.
Tides of coldness was exuded in Zhao's eyes, and he said grimly, "Are you sure?"
Lin Xun nodded and said, "Of course."
"I really appreciate your boldness! But just being bold is far from enough. I must offer you an unforgettable memory with one move!"
Zhao Yin took a deep breath, with his whole body shining with purple light, which was so dazzling that people even didn't dare to look at.
"Then let's do it."
Lin Xun smiled perfunctorily. With his eyebrow ridges looking like knives and his eyes like black lightning, Lin was enshrouded in azure spiritual light, with an unworldly aura.
The atmosphere suddenly got depressing, and the shapeless danger was like an undercurrent, filling every inch of the air.
At the moment, all people present got breathless, feeling a kind of inexplicable depression. The expressions on their faces all changed.
Just the confrontation had brought such terrifying atmosphere. Once the battle began, the situation would be hard to imagine.
This move would definitely be heaven-shaking. And who could win would be decided in an instant!
Everyone was holding their breath to watch, with their eyes widely open.
…
Suddenly, Zhao Yin moved first and his whole body was covered with purple clouds. He made seven stabs in an instant, which corresponded to seven different directions respectively.
The seven positions were connected, it would be exactly the Big Dipper!
For an instant, it seemed as if there rose seven stars, presenting a protective formation to surround Zhao Yin. Purple clouds ceaselessly gushed out of Zhao's body to converge on the long sword in his hand.
Boom!
In a flash, the crowd just felt their spirits quaky, and seemed to notice a round purple sun, which had been surrounded by the Big Dipper, was rushing over fiercely.
The boundless purple clouds pervaded every corner, having the momentum to wipe out the universe!
The terrifying momentum made everybody extremely frightened!
"The Big Dipper surrounds the sun, while the purple clouds come from the east!"
Shu Sanqi's pupils suddenly dilated, with a terrifying light flashing across in his eyes.
It was one move of the unparalleled The Plough-Crape Myrtle Scripture, and once it was displayed, it looked as if the Big Dipper came down, and the purple sun shone in the sky, which was quite terrifying.
Zhao Yin was the great-great-grandson of Bowang Marquis in the Forbidden City of the empire, and Bowang Marquis was the collateral uncle of the present emperor, so in other words, Zhao Yin could be counted as a member of the collateral branch of the royal family.
Therefore, it was not strange for him to practice The Plough-Crape Myrtle Scripture, but Shu Sanqi was quite clear that the scripture was extremely hard to cultivate, and in the past hundreds of years, even among the most orthodox royal descendants, few were able to make it.
In this case, you could imagine how amazing it was that Zhao Yin could utilize one lethal move of The Plough-Crape Myrtle Scripture.
The most crucial thing was that Zhao Yin only achieved the ninth level of the Martial Realm for now! Even if he couldn't utilize the total power of The Plough-Crape Myrtle Scripture, it was already unbelievable that he could perfom one move.
Maybe, it was due to the awesome power of the Purple Sun.
On the spot, many trainees were in a trance, and they all shocked by what had happened. Besides those drillmasters, few trainees could keep so calm like Shu Sanqi.
At the moment, Bai Linshi, Lee Duxing and some other overmatches all shrank their eyes, and felt shocked in the heart. They all clearly remembered Zhao Yin had never utilized the move during the one year's training in the Bloodthirsty Camp.
So did it mean Zhao Yin had hidden some trump cards?
Could Lin Xun withstand this heavy blow?
It was extremely hard.
At least, Bai Lingshi and other fellows thought it might be possible to withstand the move, but what was the meaning of just withstanding it?
If Lin Xun could not neutralize Zhao Yin's attack and hurt him, Lin would lose for sure!
Obviously, winning the battle was bleak for Lin…
Actually, all above were different responses from different people in a flash.
All people had been attracted by Zhao Yin's move, and no one noticed Lin Xun chopped with his saber at the same time.
A strange sound of the saber rang out.
It sounded like a sigh from the depth of the starry sky, so misty, and people just felt their eyes got blurred. They felt like the stars were falling down from the sky.
It was like many comets with dazzling flames were falling down, so glaring, so bright and so terrifying, like the doomsday had arrived, with the power that could destroy everything.
Many people were in great fear, feeling they had nowhere and no way to escape; they got a sense of desperation and hopelessness.
"What!?"
Clenching his fists suddenly, Shu Sanqi looked surprised.
"It is..."
Bai stood up suddenly, with her eyes shining with illusory glow.
At the same time, Lee Duxing took a deep breath, looking as if he was repressing the restlessness in the heart that was almost beyond control.
Many drillmasters in the distance all looked different now.
The time seemed to have been frozen for the moment.
One could clearly see the seven stars of the Big Dipper that had surrounded Zhao Yin was falling down one after another, and the rolling purple clouds were being swallowed by the endless darkness...
And then, a light made by the saber appeared in the darkness to split the breath-taking scene. The once purple-sun-like shining figure of Zhao Yin lost all the radiance and became dim.
The move was called RFS (Reaching for the Stars).