The next day, as the first ray of sunlight hit the earth, Shi Zibo, who had been ditating and cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid qi.
Gripping the treasure sword lying across his legs, he slowly stood up and with a resolute expression, walked out of the tent.
"Brother Zibo."
Xiahou Jun and others approached him.
Apart from Xiahou Jun and the other three top-ranking young powerhouses, there were dozens of young Qi Refiners.
Shi Zibo nodded slowly, then headed towards the border line.
Today, he was the main character. Even Xiahou Jun was half a step behind him.
On the other side of the border, shadows flickered.
At the forefront was a gaunt, sallow-faced young man known as Lang Da.
Don’t be deceived by Lang Da’s sickly appearance; no one dared underestimate him. He was a renowned young powerhouse from the Southern Country, at the late stage of the Golden Core.
Further, the aura of the others from the Southern Country was formidable. They were not to be underestimated.
When Lang Da saw Shi Zibo, he grinned, revealing a mouth full of blackened teeth, appearing both disgusting and sinister. People from the Southern Country had a penchant for betel nuts from a young age, thus their teeth were blackened and yellowed.
"Shi Zibo, it seems you’re ready to die."
Lang Da said wildly in broken Longxia language with a sinister smile.
Longxia had long been a top power in the world, and its language was widespread globally; young powerhouses from the Southern Country knew a bit of it.
Shi Zibo responded calmly, "Since I’m willing to fight, I’m prepared for the worst. I’m indeed ready to die, are you sure you’re ready, too?"
Since learning that Lang Da was at the late stage of Foundation Establishnt, he was prepared for a life-or-death battle.
Lang Da sneered, "It’s you who’s going to die, not , so why should I prepare?"
"n of Longxia never fear death or challenges."
Lang Da scoffed, "Only the weak perish."
Shi Zibo smiled faintly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing!
Then, he slowly stepped forward, one foot crossing the border line.
Lang Da and other Qi Refiners from the Southern Country all turned sullen, as Shi Zibo’s step was onto the land of the Southern Country. The implication was clear: he intended to kill Lang Da on their soil.
"Get back!"
Lang Da roared in anger, his aura soaring as he unsheathed his longsword, attacking Shi Zibo like lightning.
Swish!
The longsword was drawn, sword qi fierce, slashing through the air, with qi surging.
Lang Da roared, swinging his sword, sword qi exploding.
Bang!
The two sword qi collided in the air, exploding loudly.
However, Lang Da’s sword strike did not push Shi Zibo back from the border line; he still stood on the Southern Country’s soil.
Lang Da’s sallow face turned sinister and terrifying, his longsword like a poison snake’s tongue darting out to stab at Shi Zibo’s throat, aiming to seal his throat with one strike.
Clang!
Sparks flew as Shi Zibo swung his sword to deflect Lang Da’s attack, his sword tip nimbly stabbing towards Lang Da’s chest.
Clang clang...!
The two engaged in a fierce battle, sword shadows flying, the ground cracking and exploding under the force.
Lang Da’s face grew increasingly twisted, for as far as he knew, Shi Zibo was only at the middle stage of the Golden Core, yet even with his rapid assaults, he couldn’t push Shi Zibo back past the border line.
Shi Zibo’s moves were steady, his sword strikes cunning, each ti dissolving Lang Da’s attacks.
Wu Zhao laughed, "Nicely done!"
Xiahou Jun and others nodded slightly.
Lang Da was indeed at the late stage of Foundation Establishnt, but he had broken through recently and wasn’t fundantally stable.
Shi Zibo had solid fundantals, and his swordsmanship reflected the style of a master, indicating he had put in considerable effort.
This was why, despite the difference in their levels of cultivation, Shi Zibo could contend with Lang Da so fiercely.
"Lang Da’s swordsmanship faintly shows the traces of our Longxia moves. It seems he has learned so peripheral skills."
"All martial arts under heaven originate from Longxia. Whatever these clowns have learned, it’s all techniques from our Longxia."
"Lang Da’s cultivation is indeed higher than Brother Zibo’s, but in terms of the refinent of swordsmanship, he falls far behind. Now I’m relieved; the outco of this battle is truly uncertain."
Xiahou Jun and others analyzed the situation on the field as they observed.
Over ten minutes passed, yet Lang Da and Shi Zibo were still locked in an intense struggle.
Lang Da’s face contorted, his rapid attacks unable to penetrate Shi Zibo’s defense.
Shi Zibo was exceptionally steady; knowing his cultivation was inferior to Lang Da’s, he couldn’t afford to panic, holding his ground was the safest tactic.
Mu Lingchen suddenly spoke, "Why does sothing feel off?"
"What is it?" Xiahou Jun and the other three looked at him.
Mu Lingchen stared at the Qi Refiners from the Southern Country, "Haven’t you noticed that these people are unusually calm?"
Wu Zhaodao said, "These Southern Country people are always blindly arrogant, perhaps they think Lang Da will surely win?"
Bai Siyin whispered, "I feel sothing’s off too. Lang Da hasn’t conquered Brother Zibo for such a long ti, logically they should show so other emotion by now, right? But they seem unconcerned about the outco of this battle."
Xiahou Jun and Wu Zhao also furrowed their brows; indeed, the Southern Country’s reaction was quite abnormal.
This battle was not rely a personal grudge between Lang Da and Shi Zibo, but also about national prestige, concerning the honor of the younger generation of powerhouses from both countries.
Even they were tense, yet the Qi Refiners from the Southern Country were excessively calm.
Xiahou Jun said gravely, "Everyone be cautious, just in case."
Wu Zhao nodded, "I’ll go inform the others to stay alert."
"Why does it sll so fragrant?"
No sooner had Wu Zhao spoken than they all noticed a faint scent.
"Isn’t it just the fragrance of flowers? There are so many wildflowers here. Isn’t it normal to sll flowers? Stop making a fuss, don’t affect the battle."
Xiahou Jun sniffed a few tis, "This seems more than just floral; there’s an herbal scent to it as well."
Mu Lingchen smiled, "It’s quite a pleasant sll."
Thud!
Suddenly, within the crowd, a Qi Refiner collapsed, face pale as if all strength had left him, slumping to the ground.
The expressions of Xiahou Jun and the others shifted slightly, finally realizing sothing was wrong.
"Not good, there’s sothing wrong with the scent, hold your breath!" Wu Zhao shouted.
But it was already too late; more and more people began collapsing.
Bai Siyin’s body suddenly wavered fiercely, half-kneeling on the ground, face pale, sweat beading on his forehead, flowing all over as if he were fighting sothing?
"Brother Bai," Mu Lingchen exclaid, preparing to support Bai Siyin, but ended up wavering and kneeling down himself.
Then it was Wu Zhao.
Xiahou Jun trembled all over, realizing that so strange force within him had sealed their ridians, preventing the flow of cultivation.
Thud... Xiahou Jun also half-knelt on the ground, body limp, unable to muster any strength.
Splat!
Blood splattered as Shi Zibo was flung back, crashing dozens of ters away, with a terrifying sword wound on his chest spanning over a dozen centiters, deep to the bone, blood gushing.
He too had inhaled the strange scent, suddenly losing all strength, getting slashed by Lang Da, almost disemboweled.
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