My Brother's the Protagonist? Good Thing I Awakened My System! Chapter 218 Spirit Flame?

The battlefield trembled beneath the weight of two monstrous auras.

Feng Yun and Ling iyu stood across from one another, their gazes locked, neither flinching.

For the first ti, neither was holding back.

A golden-violet fla storm swirled around Ling iyu, her qi blazing as her Three Elents Divine Realm cultivation surged forth without restraint.

On the other side, a golden-black radiance shrouded Feng Yun, his energy rippling through the air, distorting space around him.

WHOOSH!

In a flash, Ling iyu vanished.

Her figure blurred into a streak of flas, reappearing in front of Feng Yun in a split second, her sword already slashing down!

CLANG!

Feng Yun reacted instantly, raising his sword to et hers.

The sheer force behind their clash sent a massive shockwave rippling through the arena, forcing spectators to shield themselves from the violent gusts.

But before the impact even settled, Ling iyu's body twisted—her blade redirected mid-swing, aiming for Feng Yun's exposed side.

BANG!

He barely managed to twist his body, deflecting the strike, but—

WHOOSH!

Ling iyu didn't stop.

["Nine Heavens Severing Slash!"]

Her attacks were relentless, her sword flashing like a serpent, each strike faster than the last.

Feng Yun's sword danced, blocking each attack with impeccable precision, but he was being pushed back—inch by inch.

But Feng Yun wasn't one to stay on the defensive for long.

Just as Ling iyu's blade ca swinging down, he planted his foot firmly into the cracked earth, pivoted his body, and—

"HAH!"

["Heavenly Emperor's Sword!"]

A devastating counterattack erupted from his sword, blazing with powerful qi!

BOOOOOM!

Ling iyu's attack was blasted away, the sheer force of Feng Yun's counter sending her skidding backward!

She barely managed to regain her footing before—

["Ghostly Shadow Mirage!"]

Feng Yun appeared before her in an instant, his sword already slashing toward her!

Ling iyu's pupils shrank.

She twisted her body, narrowly dodging the lethal strike. SLASH!

But even as she evaded, a powerful shockwave erupted from the swing, sending a deep gash across the battlefield.

The earth beneath them crumbled.

Neither of them spoke.

There was no need for words anymore.

Every movent, every attack, every counter—was a test of their skill, their will, and their very essence as cultivators.

Ling iyu took a deep breath.

Her golden-violet flas surged violently, forming a brilliant aura around her body.

She was going all in.

Feng Yun smirked.

Without hesitation, his own qi flared, his aura thickening, the air around him distorting from sheer intensity.

BOOM!

They launched at each other at the sa ti, their figures blurring into streaks of light as they clashed once more.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Swords t in rapid succession, each strike creating thunderous booms that sent shockwaves across the arena.

Ling iyu's movents were fierce and decisive.

Her swordplay was flawless, her flas burning hotter than ever.

But Feng Yun matched her perfectly, his swordwork just as refined, his power just as overwhelming.

They were equals.

Every ti one gained the advantage, the other would counter perfectly.

Suddenly—

Ling iyu's flas exploded outward, her aura expanding at an alarming rate.

Feng Yun paused for half a second, eyes narrowing.

Then—

He knew.

She was preparing to finish it.

Ling iyu's flas condensed, twisting into a shape all too familiar.

A massive lotus of golden-violet fire.

BOOOOOM!

The very sky seed to burn as the gigantic Eternal Fla Lotus blood behind her.

The heat was unbearable—the arena itself lting from the intensity.

"She's using it again?! But this ti… it's even stronger than before!"

The flas around Ling iyu roared, her entire being synchronized with the power of her attack.

This wasn't just a technique anymore.

This was her will, her conviction—her absolute desire to win.

"Feng Yun!"

Her voice echoed through the battlefield.

"Can you stop this?!"

As Ling iyu's Eternal Fla Lotus descended, threatening to engulf everything in fire—

Feng Yun moved.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The battlefield quaked, unable to withstand the sheer pressure of two Three Elents Divine Realm cultivators unleashing their full power.

Even the Protective Formation around the arena began to crack and the Formation Master had to inject more Qi to stabilize it.

Not only that, 5 more Third Grade Formation Masters were called to maintain the formation.

Ling iyu's golden-violet flas surged, but this ti—there was sothing different.

Sothing far more terrifying.

Her flas twisted and roared, their color deepening into a breathtaking violet-gold, carrying an aura that was no longer ordinary.

And then—

BOOM!

A devouring heat erupted around her, swallowing the air itself.

Her flas weren't just an extension of her qi anymore.

This was sothing far greater.

A Spirit Fla!

"That's—!"

Gasps erupted from the crowd. Even sect elders and powerful cultivators watching from the VIP seats rose to their feet in shock.

"Ling iyu… She has a Spirit Fla!"

"How could one be blessed with so many treasures? Top Earth Grade Swords are already so difficult to obtain, not to ntion Spirit Fla!" "This attack is several tis more powerful than the previous. I don't know whether Feng Yun will survive or not!"

Spirit Flas—legendary flas that only supre geniuses or heaven-blessed cultivators could ta.

These flas were far beyond the normal qi-infused fire, capable of burning through even powerful artifacts, making any technique powered by them reach unimaginable heights.

And now—Ling iyu had combined her Spirit Fla with her Eternal Fla Lotus.

"This… this might be sothing even Three Elents Divine Realm cultivators cannot defend against!"

The very sky burned, the entire battlefield suffocating under the sheer pressure of her attack.

***

The referee stood frozen, his brow drenched in a cold sweat as the battlefield before he erupted in flas and chaos.

The protective formation surrounding the arena was already on the verge of collapse, forcing multiple Formation Masters to intervene just to maintain the barrier.

Even then, it was barely holding.

The sheer magnitude of power unleashed by Feng Yun and Ling iyu was far beyond what he had ever witnessed.

And now—

Ling iyu's Eternal Fla Lotus, enhanced by her Spirit Fla, was descending.

The very air burned, the flas devouring even the residual qi in the atmosphere.

If that attack landed, could Feng Yun even survive?

The referee gritted his teeth.

His duty was to ensure fairness as well as the safety of the participants.

But—

Could he even do that?

His own cultivation was rely in the early stages of the Three Elents Divine Realm.

If he stepped in to save Feng Yun—

Wouldn't he just be incinerated along with Feng Yun?

***

Ling iyu's eyes burned fiercely, her sword pulsing with uncontrollable power.

This was it!

This was her absolute, strongest technique!

"Feng Yun!"

Her voice resonated across the battlefield.

"Even you won't be able to stop this!"

BOOOOOOOM!

The Eternal Fla Lotus, now fueled by her Spirit Fla, descended like a celestial judgnt, ready to reduce everything to ashes.

As the unstoppable force of Ling iyu's Spirit Fla-powered Eternal Fla Lotus bore down upon him—

Feng Yun did sothing completely unexpected.

He closed his eyes.

Many thought that he had given up and thought it was understandable.

After all, against that attack, just how many can confidently say that they could be all alright?

Perhaps only a Nascent Soul Cultivator would have that guts. Then—

A smirk!

FWOOSH!

A terrifying surge of energy burst forth from Feng Yun's body.

His golden-black aura twisted and churned violently.

And then—

A second fla ignited.

It wasn't golden.

It wasn't black.

It wasn't violet.

It was sothing far beyond what anyone had seen before.

A mythical, otherworldly fire surged from his palm, devouring even the heat of the battlefield itself.

The mont it appeared—the Eternal Fla Lotus faltered.

The flas that had been all-powerful, all-consuming—shrank in fear.

Ling iyu's pupils shrank.

Her Spirit Fla was retreating.

"Impossible!"

The entire crowd was in shock.

"That's… no ordinary fla!"

"That's a Mythical Fla!"

Soone recognized the fla.

A Mythical Fla—a fire that was on an entirely different level than a Spirit Fla.

If Spirit Flas were already rarities among cultivators, then Mythical Flas were legendary existences that defied all logic.

Only those with the highest level of fla affinity, monstrous talent, or divine inheritance could ever hope to possess one.

There wasn't a single Mythical Fla in Azure Sky Empire, not until this mont.

And yet—Feng Yun had one.

And at this mont—it had completely nullified Ling iyu's strongest attack.

Feng Yun opened his eyes.

A sharp glint flickered within them, filled with absolute confidence.

"You're strong, Ling iyu…"

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight.

"But in the face of this fla…"

His powerful qi fused with his Mythical Fla, his sword trembling violently in his grasp.

"Your attack… is aningless."

FWOOSH!

With a re flick of his wrist, his Mythical Fla surged forward—

And in an instant—

Ling iyu's Eternal Fla Lotus… collapsed.

Her once unstoppable attack was devoured effortlessly, her Spirit Fla struggling against an existence it could not overco.

Ling iyu staggered back, her flas dispersing, her breath uneven.

Her strongest move—completely countered.