Very reasonable cultivation

This feeling of weakness reminded Dazhuang of the first time he fought a desperate battle with the sneaky thing. At that time, his body was entangled by the sneaky thing, and a feeling of coldness, numbness and powerlessness swept over his body. Moreover, Shi Tou was also controlled by that thing and lost consciousness. Just like now, he had no power to resist.

But why can he move?

He thought again of the knowledge his master had taught him. It was powerless and invisible, and he felt his thoughts were hundreds of feet away. The momentum was roaring because of his intention, and his strength was enough to move mountains.

He calmed down, feeling powerless all over his body. Wasn't this powerlessness his own strength?

If Tian Zhen were here, he'd know that the balance between essence and qi, exerted by the spirit and soul, had reached its limit. He simply needed to relax his spirit and soul to maintain his body's balance, allowing the burning, expanding, and mixed qi to quickly transform into essence and qi, which would naturally be efficiently distinguished. Before practicing, he called it breaking through the limit. It was like running so hard that you were nearly unconscious, but if your spirit and soul firmly maintained your body's balance, you would suddenly feel a surge of strength.

A force out of thin air filled his body. He raised the hammer, and the changes in the five elements produced when the skills were running made the lightning scatter out more violently. The longest connecting light shield and even his eyes were emitting lightning. He pointed the hammer forward, and a lightning snake as thick as a fist hit the approaching "Swimming Fish" sword energy, causing it to explode, and the air wave rolled and exploded.

Da Zhuang did not waver at all. He raised the hammer towards the light shield. The lightning from the thunder snake hit the light shield with a rumbling sound. The light shield trembled and became blurred. After the lightning spread along the light shield and covered almost one-third of the area, he threw the hammer towards Ye Ping.

It spun all the way and exploded the sword energy emitted by Ye Ping, and the thunder on the light shield followed closely.

"No, no, no! How is it possible!" Ye Ping's mind almost collapsed, but in the end, he calmed down instead, and after all the years of sword practice, he raised the sword.

"Come on, let me see whether all these years have been meaningful." Ye Ping said secretly as he looked at the sword in his hand. Man and sword became one, and both man and sword body emitted a bright white light, accompanied by bursts of buzzing sound.

prick!

Just as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times in the past, every movement had been ingrained in their bones and could be done naturally without thinking.

Ding buzz ~ crackle ~

The collision between the sword tip and the hammer produced a crisp sound and a large amount of electric light scattered.

Behind the hammer, lightning continued to fall from the light shield, striking the hammer and releasing a large amount of electric light and air waves. Each strong shock made Ye Ping's facial skin tremble, and the spiritual light on his body surface fluctuated significantly.

Don’t ask how a hammer can be attached to the tip of a sword without falling. The answer is that electromagnetism and electricity are inseparable, and the five elements are just changing.

Lightning struck the hammer again and again, then passed through it to the sword, and from the sword to the man. Each strike was like a test of his body and soul, as if to shake his soul from his body. This feeling was unbearable, but he had to face it.

But he was actually competing in his heart. He was a sword cultivator and was competitive by nature. There were few rivals among his peers. However, facing such a crushing momentum, were all these years of cultivation and fleeting glances in vain? Was he really so vulnerable when facing a fellow disciple who was also in the Qi training stage, and would he lose so miserably?

All the unwillingness, all the grievances, all the helplessness, all the pain, all the sadness, all the anger, all the resentment, all the dissatisfaction, all the disappointment, all the despair... These emotions were like fine needles, densely packed into his heart, making him feel miserable.

Until the endless thunder and shock drowned out all his emotions.

Was he going to lose? Was he going to give up? Everything around him darkened in Ye Ping's eyes. He kept falling, just like when he fell off a cliff as a child. The branch he could hold onto in his eyes gradually slipped away from him.

"No!" His face was pale, his eyes filled with fear and despair, as if he saw something called hope slipping away. "Grab it, grab it!" His voice trembled with desperate madness. His hands danced in the air, trying to grasp the thing that seemed to have disappeared.

"No matter what, I have to reach forward and grab it!" He had only one thought in his mind, and that was to grab that important thing.

He gritted his teeth and desperately stretched out his hand, trying to grasp that distant goal. His fingers flexed hard, trying to grasp that glimmer of hope. Although his efforts seemed somewhat futile, he still refused to give up and continued to stretch forward...

Suddenly, Ye Ping felt something from the terrifying, vibrating illusion. It was his intention! But the vibration made his consciousness hazy and vague, as if it was near and far away.

Everything is over... Ye Ping stretched out his hand, which slowly became stiff and numb, as if it had lost its vitality.

In a trance, everything stilled, and he grasped his will, the will that remained motionless amidst the tremors! It was his sword will!

Ye Ping opened his eyes, and a terrifying sharpness shot out from them, but what he saw was Elder Wang Xu. At this moment, he was holding Da Zhuang's hammer and looking at him with a smile on his face, while Da Zhuang, who was sitting opposite the competition stage, was already tired and sat on the ground.

"I lost, thank you, Elder Wang." Ye Ping bowed to Wang Xu.

"Thank you, Brother Tian. I will definitely visit you someday to exchange ideas." Ye Ping bowed to Da Zhuang again and flew away on his sword.

"Ah, young sword cultivators are all of the same character." Wang Xu thought to himself. He waved to Dazhuang and announced that Tian Li won this competition.

This competition was the shortest, lasting less than a minute in total, and was over in a flash.

"Da Zhuang, Da Zhuang, come here, come here, hey, sit, sit." Tian Zhen took out a chair from the universal storage device and hurriedly called Da Zhuang, who was staggering as he walked, to come over.

"No, no, I plan to go back and regulate my breathing, sort out what I've gained this time, and not stay here anymore." Da Zhuang said with a bit of breathlessness. His strong body looked weak, which showed that he had risked his life.

"Okay, let's go. I'll take you back first, so you don't fall down on the way." Tian Zhen put away the chair and took out the flying donkey. He loaded Da Zhuang onto the donkey and drove along the sidewalk under the onlookers. After leaving the stands, he soared back to the cliff where he had been before.

Seeing that Da Zhuang had already returned to the house, Tian Zhen pondered for a moment before deciding not to go in and observe. After all, his competition with Da Zhuang was already over. What new discoveries could he make by checking now? Not to mention the tightly blocked light shield, making it difficult to see clearly what was going on. Even if he could glimpse what was going on, there probably wouldn't be much to note.

Instead, it would be better to go to the market and take a look around. Perhaps you can find secret manuals related to spiritual cultivation, or use this opportunity to consolidate your gains today. However, it's important to note that it's currently the competition period, so most of the stalls at the market are probably closed. If you want to go shopping, you'll need to wait until nightfall.