The Journey of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 91 - 75 Mortal’s Victory

At this mont, the bystanders who didn’t know the true situation finally saw the full appearance of the long sword. This sword was different from ordinary long swords; it was entirely dark green, and instead of radiance, its blade seed to have rusty patches, and there were several notches on its edge – it was not very presentable.

The whistle didn’t confront Master Huo’s green sword directly, only using movent techniques in the arena to dodge. It wasn’t easy for him, a fully-grown adult, to dodge the sword control technique of a sword cultivator. Several tis, the sword narrowly missed him, and on one occasion, it even cut off a strand of his hair. The clerks from the Cloud Tiger Trading Team were on tenterhooks, yet dared not speak out and disturb him; they could only grit their teeth and hold back their cries of alarm.

The Wolf Caravan didn’t have so many scruples, jokingly chiding, "Are you planning to flee till next year? Just admit defeat to Master Huo quickly, give a few more kowtows, and maybe he’ll spare your life."

The whistle had no ti to spare attention to other matters, just seriously dodging the attacks of the longsword. When he truly couldn’t dodge, he would use his double daggers to block, but he’d quickly retreat without lingering.

Ning Xiaoxian, with her sharp eyes, noticed that the double daggers in his hands had been swapped for a different pair, not the ones he had used in the fight against the Bear Demon days before. She thought about it and understood, blushing slightly: the previous pair of daggers were magic artifacts, having been plunged into those... filthy parts of the Bear Demon, they had been contaminated and needed ticulous maintenance for a while to recover. Thus, cultivators rarely attacked that area of an enemy. It wasn’t about having high moral standards or disdain for such malicious tactics, it was simply that this thod of fighting clearly resulted in mutual harm, with the enemy’s You Gate injured and one’s own magic artifact damaged.

She couldn’t help but worry. Without his reliable weapon, the whistle only had mortal iron daggers to fend off attacks, inevitably putting him at a disadvantage. But Changtian comnted, "This person may not have high skills, but he excels in adaptability under pressure, sothing only achievable in life-or-death situations. From my view, the outco is still uncertain; don’t worry too much."

She was quite surprised. From his tone, it seed as if he favored the whistle in this duel. How could that be possible? Even with her dicinal help, how could a mortal have such heaven-defying ability to defeat a cultivator at the Foundation Establishnt Stage, especially when this cultivator was not a novice like Shi Jishan?

"Neither side has pulled out their ultimate moves yet; just keep watching. The fight is unpredictable, both their weapons are poisoned. Stand next to Mr. Yan, you can use him as a shield at critical monts." Seeing that Ning Xiaoxian hadn’t moved, he urged, "Go ahead!"

Is this really okay, using Mr. Yan as a human shield? She murmured inwardly, but still walked over to his side. Mr. Yan didn’t seem surprised by her approach, just subtly moved slightly forward, indeed acting like a human shield.

Could he actually hear the conversation between her and Changtian, or did he and Changtian have so sort of telepathic connection? How co every ti after Changtian and she finished talking, Mr. Yan seed to have heard everything? Even if Ning Xiaoxian was normally thick-skinned, at this mont, she felt sothing was very wrong.

minutes passed. In the arena, the whistle’s footsteps had beco sowhat heavy, and his forehead also broke into a sweat, obviously expending a lot of energy due to the rapid movents. Seeing this, Master Huo pinched his sword technique, increasing his attack intensity.

This ti, the whistle clearly had a hard ti coping and miscalculated during his retreat, backing into a big tree! Now there was truly no way to avoid it, right? The also sweating Master Huo was thrilled, propelling his sword to strike.

But the whistle, as if slipping on sothing, suddenly sat down with a thud on the ground, coincidentally dodging the attack. The green sword thunked into the tree trunk. Seizing the opportunity, he lunged forward toward Master Huo.

The counterattack finally started. His speed was significantly faster than at the start of the fight; Master Huo, used to his original speed, hastily retreated, but was nowhere as fast as the whistle. In the blink of an eye, the whistle had already pounced in front of him, stabbing a dagger toward his chest.

People from both rchant teams suppressed their cries of alarm, their eyes wide watching this decisive strike!

Just when the dagger was about to touch Master Huo’s chest, his body surface shimred with a ripple-like pattern, gently deflecting the dagger away.

Protective magic tool! The whistle’s stab, ineffective!

People from the Wolf Caravan let out a long sigh of relief, but the Cloud Tiger Trading Team was indignant. A cultivator could attack with controlled swords and still wear protective magic tools, that was too much of bullying a mortal; why not just wear a turtle shell in public?