Wudang Mountain, Golden Summit.
The morning sun rises, a red glow faintly appears.
Above the clouds, Ma Ran and Zhao Guanlan stand facing each other, without a single wasted word, their eyes et, and they start fighting imdiately.
On the usually crowded Golden Summit, at this mont, only Li Xing is present.
He holds a perpetual motion cara, aiming it at the sky torn by lightning, his whole body trembling.
On the Earth Super Forum, viewers from various countries watching the live stream are cursing the caraman for being unprofessional, saying they should replace him.
Li Xing glanced at his phone, smoke almost coming out of his ears in anger, and directly retorted: "Yes! My hands are shaking!"
"But at least I can still stand here, barely aiming the cara!"
"If you were here, you’d probably have fainted on the spot by now!"
"I, Li Xing, with Extre Cold ability, A level ability user, also possess the Third Level of Inner Qi Cultivation, having fought in nineteen battles."
"If anyone is dissatisfied, leave your na and address, and after today, I’ll co and fight you!"
The forum mbers eat this up; after being retorted, not one gets angry. Instead, they all turn into humble gentlen, softly encouraging Li Xing to seize the opportunity to hone himself.
The audience’s humble comnts made Li Xing laugh on the spot.
Although his hands still shook, he wasn’t angry anymore and began to focus on explaining: "As you can see, the shadows of the Prophet and Profound Immortal fill the sky, and even with the perpetual motion cara, it’s hard to capture their movent tracks."
"The movent speed surpassing human dynamic visual limits is not the key."
"You know what? Under the pressure of the Prophet and Profound Immortal’s aura, even soone like who is not considered weak among the Extraordinary Ones feels like my heart might stop at any mont, breathing becos extrely difficult!"
"The air here on Wudang Mountain is quite good, the oxygen content is considered high, but I feel like the air is as thick as water, who knows when I might drop dead on the spot!"
At this point, Li Xing seed to suddenly recall sothing, clasped his hands together, and an Ice Flood Dragon pushed the perpetual motion cara into the air, making a slow rotation in the sky before retracting it.
Extre Cold ability activated!
The frost armor emitting puffs of white smoke and cold air fixed Li Xing in place.
At this mont, the cara finally stopped shaking.
Li Xing spoke softly, his voice trembling: "Everyone should see that every scenic spot on Wudang Mountain is protected by academy elites."
"Do you know why?"
"It’s to prevent them from being shattered by the aftermath of the Prophet and Profound Immortal sparring!"
This point had indeed already been noticed by the audience.
Previously, during the Chuanke Civilization invasion, just Seventh Princess Eve alone destroyed over half of the City of Angels.
Later in Busan, the Prophet fought Shana and Eve, and though the battle was a one-sided crush, only a single Traitor’s Wall remained surviving in the end.
The level of destruction to the environnt by battles between advanced extraordinary beings is truly severe!
This ti, Zhao Guanlan and Ma Ran, though there may be so disparity in raw strength, at least they are evenly matched opponents.
Once the two start fighting, even just the shockwaves could destroy a large part of Wudang Mountain!
For a mont, many forum mbers praised the Grass Hut Academy’s leader for being responsible and thorough.
Seeing these comnts, Old Huang wore a tired expression.
These things are easy to talk about, but he has not had a wink of sleep for three days and nights.
The academy is full of ungrateful youths, each one unruly and very difficult to manage.
Fortunately, there is the obedient and sensible Ma Ran, who knows the old man’s hardships, exhausting his own power to forcibly open the Inner Qi Hall again, helping him reach the peak of the Third Rank of Inner Qi.
Old Huang, of course, rejected it.
In his view, Ma Ran is the backbone of the academy, the future of China, his potential and energy shouldn’t be wasted on this kind of thing.
Unfortunately, once Ma Ran has made a decision, not even nine bulls could drag him back.
So...
With the foundation of peak Third Rank Inner Qi, Old Huang, despite not having slept for three days, is full of energy, with vigorous spirits, not feeling too uncomfortable.
It’s just that watching the throngs of people below Wudang Mountain, Old Huang felt a bit weary at heart.
Rumble!
Muffled thunder rolls.
The audience, who were still in hushed conversation, all pulled out their phones and pre-prepared cara devices, aiming them at the sky.
On the Cloud Peak, brilliant golden thunder shatters the firmant!
The next mont, a creature with antlers like a deer, head like a cal, eyes like a rabbit, neck like a snake, belly like a mirage fish, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, palms like a tiger, ears like a cow, erges across the sky!
Such a form, everyone instantly recognized; it’s undoubtedly the Divine Dragon from Chinese mythology!
A rich sll of sulfur and ozone filled the entire Wudang Mountain in an instant.
The Divine Dragon is entirely golden and resplendent, with golden eyes harboring boundless divine lightning, and between its scales, magma surges as if it’s the boiling blood of a Demon Emperor.
This is the complete-form Divine Dragon summoned by Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan!
Clearly, the last ti he fought Feng Yuji, he didn’t use his full strength at all!
Suddenly, everyone was speechless, staring at the sky in awe.
anwhile, on the Earth Super Forum, international netizens who couldn’t attend in person were furiously typing, flooding the screen with exclamation marks to express their excitent.
"Dragon of lt Devouring! Finally seeing it again!"
"Though the color isn’t quite the sa as last ti, the form is identical, and its aura is clearly stronger than before!"
"So, does this an Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan didn’t use his full strength during the Sea Demon disaster? Did he just watch as those thirty thousand island nation people went to their deaths? Could he actually have saved them?"
"Conspiracy theorists get out! Lord Profound Immortal is the irreplaceable and eternal True God in the hearts of the island nation’s people!"
"As a citizen of the Guanlan Country, I must correct the statent above: Profound Immortal is the deity we worship; Mr. Ma Ran should also be seen as an equivalent existence."
"Stop the nonsense! Look! The Prophet made a move!"
"What’s that? A Samurai Sword?"
"No, it’s a Tang Blade! The Japanese Samurai Sword originates from Tang Blade forging techniques and later evolved over generations, resulting in fundantal differences between the two."
"Oh! Soone knowledgeable! To add, although Japanese and Tang Blades look similar, there are significant differences! The wrapping steel technique and quenching technology greatly differ! The most direct way to differentiate is to look at the spine! The Japanese Samurai Sword’s spine is curved, whereas the Chinese Tang Blade’s spine is straight!"
"A curved spine is less likely to break, isn’t it? Samurai Swords are sowhat superior."
"Rather break than bend, is the righteous path!"
"Off-topic, go start a new thread! Don’t obstruct us from watching the showdown!"
"I feel sorry for Li Xing, it seems like the Grass Hut Academy elites over at Nanyan Palace are all trembling, their faces pale, clearly unable to hold up, while here on the Golden Summit, it’s only him, truly ’lucky’..."
"Hey, hey? I noticed a blind spot! There are people guarding other areas, and the Golden Summit is the closest spot to the showdown, why is there no one guarding here?"
"Li Xing: Oh, I’m not a person."
"Li Xing is a caraman, barely able to protect himself, how could he guard the Golden Summit?"
"A slight oversight from the academy?"
"Impossible! The Prophet’s strategic foresight considers ten steps ahead, how could such a basic mistake occur?"
"This is puzzling! Other places have sand and rocks flying, even with the academy elites guarding, the rock walls are shattered by the fighting aftermath, why is the Golden Summit calm?"
"Though it’s unclear, it’s estimated that the Prophet and Profound Immortal might have already fought hundreds of rounds, yet the Golden Summit isn’t guarded by anyone, and still remains intact?"
"I think perhaps both the Prophet and Profound Immortal held back, each diverting so power to protect the Golden Summit, and whoever lets energy leak, breaking even a bit of brick and tile, loses!"
"After all, this is sparring, not a life-and-death battle!"
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