“This is unbelievable…”
“Just what kind of monster are those two!??”
“How are they even cultivators in the same realm as us…”
“There should be something wrong with the cultivation we’re doing right?”
Looking at the spectacle happening in front of them, the audience, now in the ground created by the clash of Dao Xuanyuan and Wu Xiaotian’s battle, terrifying waves of tempestuous wind hitting their bodies time and time again, the absurd power from the residual force of each attack scaring the shit out of the weakest among them.
“Sis Yan’er, what do you think is this battlefield?” unable to hold back the question in her mind anymore, Leng Yue asked while looking at the mature woman, the other people from the group perking their ears to listen to the white-haired lady’s answer.
While staring at the army fighting from high above, Li Yan started thinking of how she should explain this without hurting the ego of this group of young people, but she was beaten to it by Hua Xian’er, directly telling the younger people the thing that is currently happening, something that shocks everyone except Hong Lian and Li Yan.
“That is a tangible intent, and both of their intents are so crazy that it conjures the nature of their power, meaning their intents are refined more than enough to rival the intent of a Soul Formation Realm cultivator…” while answering the question, even Hua Xian’er herself couldn’t believe the sight in front of them, the power from the two fighting in the arena enough to affect the state of the surrounding, the howling winds from their clashes making the projections of their intents all the more realistic.
“Not to mention the degree of refinement of their intents, those two clearly experience unique things in life for them to form something so peculiar at such an early stage of cultivation, after all, even Xian Xian and me only has an embryonic form of the intent so far…” adding to Hua Xian’er’s statement, what Hong Lian just said makes the display of the two all the more baffling, and the people around them were surprised once they heard it.
Nearby on another groups of platforms, two ladies the same age as Hua Xian’er and Hong Lian, one with a phoenix-like temperament and the other one like a lilac in its full-bloom, were talking with each other while looking at the two young men fighting in mid-air.
“He will win this match…” the two of them said at the same time, making them stare at each other for a while before the alluring, purple-haired lady starts speaking.
“Oh my, Sister Qing, looks like Su Tian piqued your attention huh…” smiling at the phoenix-like lady, the purple-haired lady teased in a languid voice, the smile on her face making her look like a cunning fox ready to shoot her target down.
“Yeah…” replying absentmindedly at the purple-haired lady’s taunt, the phoenix-like lady continues watching the fight, looking eagerly at the immortal-like young man and his every moves.
The purple-haired lady, Zi Yu’er, couldn’t help but get taken aback at the other lady’s reply, giggling for a bit, she also continues watching the match, also looking at the immortal-like young man while thinking in her mind, ‘Feng Qing, little Feng Qing, looks like we’re going to be sisters sooner or later…’
‘…but I’ll definitely be your elder sister here, hehehe~~~’ directing her gaze towards the phoenix like young lady again, she laughed in her mind as competitive spirit burns in her heart.
Meanwhile in another place among the spectators, an arrogant-looking young man is staring at the two towering figures clashing every time the two young men clash their weapons, the chaotic army in the sky making the scene all the more amazing, but there’s nothing but jealousy and envy in the arrogant young man’s eyes.
“Those two… they need to be killed…” while thinking to himself, he let out his thoughts causing the people around him to turn their heads towards him, said people expressing nothing but support to him, even going as far as helping him formulate a plan in order to eliminate the two in the arena.
As they discuss things though, their low voice starts to get drown by the cheering of the crowd, the distracted group of schemers returning their attention to the battle, the man wearing white daoist robe taking quite a few steps back, the army underneath him suffering significant loses as well.
Looking at the hand holding his sword, he noticed that it is trembling from the mixture of joy, excitement, as well as the sheer force his opponent used to hit him with, making him grin as he looks at the immortal-like young man in front of him, a manic expression unbefitting of a daoist such as himself appearing on his face.
“Su Tian!!! You’re a great guy!!! HAHAHAHAAH!” gathering a force into his legs, he explosively dashed towards his opponent again, swinging the sword in his hand horizontally, aiming directly towards Wu Xiaotian’s blade approaching him.
*clang!!!*
The loud sound of metal clashing against each other resounded once more, followed by torrential exchange of offensive and counter-offensive by the two young men, their movements going faster and faster making it appear like their limbs are but a mere blur.
As another exchange proceeds, Wu Xiaotian smiles as he never expected that he could encounter another genius of this caliber in a single competition. Despite still suppressing his strength, he’s still clearly enjoying their fight especially when the young man reaches the same level of battle awareness as Zi Yu’er, the only difference is that if Zi Yu’er is like an old friend talking to him about all the mundanities in life, then the battle with Dao Xuanyuan is like that of an opponent in a battlefield, like a giant chess under the heavens played by each side’s general.
Deciding to take it up a notch again, Wu Xiaotian wipes his blade with his free hand, infusing the blade with fire attribute qi making it glow bright red, the technique looking extremely similar to the one Feng Qing previously used, however, the difference is something solely Feng Qing recognized, making her feel an even deeper curiosity and amazement towards the immortal-like young man.
Despite the blade appearing to be far hotter than the sword that Feng Qing used previously, the space surrounding the blade never distorts like that of her technique, as if all the heat infused into it is completely contained inside, just waiting for the moment the user decided to release all of it.
“How beautiful…” she muttered to herself as Wu Xiaotian swings his weapon again, the blade moving in a vertical path from up above, creating a giant wave of scorching hot flame moving towards Dao Xuanyuan.
Facing the heat of the attack, Dao Xuanyuan just stand there and slowly moves his body, sheathing his sword before bending his knees for a bit, talking a step back into a horse stance, with his right foot facing towards the attack directly.
“I’ve been waiting for something like this…” Dao Xuanyuan said with a confident smile as he points his right index and middle finger towards the attack, exuding a peculiar qi before pulling it towards him as he pushes his left palm towards the attack before muttering three words.
“Yin-yang Overturn”
