Mythical Cultivation

Even though this short but exciting battle only lasted for a dozen or so breaths, it did attract the attention of a small number of people. However, when these onlookers found out that the two fighting parties were actually two unknown disciples, most of them just shook their heads slightly, thinking to themselves: This must be just a boring fight between two mediocre disciples.

At this moment, Wu Ming and others quickly stepped forward, bowed to Huang Hao with smiles on their faces and congratulated him, "Congratulations! Brother Huang Hao, you successfully won your first victory. Congratulations!"

Facing the blessings from Wu Ming and others, Huang Hao smiled slightly and responded modestly: "Thank you for the compliments. This victory was purely a fluke. It was just that my opponent was slightly weaker than me." After that, he waved his hand gently, as if he didn't want to show off his recent victory too much.

As time passed, several other people also stepped onto the stage one after another, first Mei Lingshuang, and then Li Fei.

A few days ago, Mei Lingshuang finally broke through to the ninth level of Qi Refining, significantly increasing her strength. Standing opposite her was a disciple at the seventh level, a stark difference in strength between the two. From the outset of the duel, Mei Lingshuang unleashed a fierce attack. With a flash of sword energy, the disciple at the seventh level was completely overwhelmed. It wasn't long before Mei Lingshuang easily triumphed.

On Li Fei's side, the situation was somewhat different. His luck seemed to be a bit off, as he unexpectedly encountered a formidable opponent at the eighth level of Qi Refining. The match was incredibly intense, with both sides trading blows, neither yielding. After dozens of grueling rounds, Li Fei ultimately triumphed through sheer perseverance and masterful technique.

Then, it was Wu Ming's turn. He walked steadily to the eighth ring. His opponent had been waiting for a long time.

"Wu Ming, Tan Haoying, it's you two, right?" The inner disciple in charge of refereeing on the ring confirmed with them again.

"Senior brother, that's right." Wu Ming and Tan Haoying answered in unison.

Following the order from the inner sect disciple: "Since that's correct, the competition begins now!"

Before he could finish his words, Tan Haoying had already launched his attack. Instead of using any magical weapon, he unexpectedly pulled out a stack of talismans from his pocket. These talismans shone with a variety of colors and shot towards Wu Mingfei, as dazzling as a fairy scattering flowers.

Faced with such a dense barrage of talismans, Wu Ming dared not afford to be careless. He quickly chanted a spell and summoned his defensive weapon, the White Cloud Banner. Instantly, the banner fluttered in the wind, transforming into streams of pure white mist that enveloped Wu Ming tightly.

However, after a moment's reflection, Wu Ming realized that the enemy's attack was far from simple. Without hesitation, he quickly deployed three incredibly thick ice wall shields outside the cloud to bolster his defenses.

Almost immediately after Wu Ming finished setting up the ice wall, dozens of talismans, gleaming with strange light, exploded before him like a flock of startled birds. The scene was as dazzling and magnificent as a grand fireworks display. The powerful energy released by these talismans instantly shattered the three ice walls into countless fragments. However, after being weakened by the ice walls, the explosive force of the talismans was greatly reduced. The residual shockwave struck the cloud formed by the White Cloud Banner, causing only a slight ripple.

However, the dazzling display of fireworks not only completely obscured Wu Ming's vision but also significantly disrupted his spiritual awareness. At this moment, a sharp flying sword, hidden within the fireworks, streaked towards Wu Ming like lightning, piercing his position. The sword's immense speed, accompanied by a series of sharp whistles, slammed fiercely into the clouds, triggering a violent tumbling. Fortunately, despite its powerful attack, it ultimately failed to penetrate Wu Ming's carefully constructed defenses.

At this point, Wu Ming finally grasped the enemy's strategy: first, launch a fierce attack with a massive, dense stream of talismans. If the opponent is weak, this barrage will inevitably injure them severely. Then, while the enemy is scrambling to deal with the talisman attack, suddenly unleash a powerful magical weapon hidden behind to deliver a fatal blow. Normally, facing such a double attack from both front and back, most people would be unable to withstand it and would be defeated.

But Wu Ming has always been cautious by nature. He had already arranged many defensive measures in advance. In addition, the cultivation level of Tan Haoying, who fought against him this time, was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Therefore, this carefully planned attack ultimately failed to defeat Wu Ming as he wished.

Tan Haoying was secretly pleased with himself. He had assumed that even an opponent at the ninth level of Qi Refining would suffer heavy damage from his two-fold attack. After all, he was completely confident in his own abilities and believed victory was a sure thing. However, the moment his magical weapon made contact with the opponent, a strange sensation reached his consciousness, causing his heart to tighten, and alarm bells to ring instantly.

"Oh no! This doesn't feel right. My flying sword couldn't even break the opponent's defense?" Tan Haoying's face suddenly changed, and he was terrified. He didn't dare to delay even a moment, and quickly summoned his defensive magic weapon. At the same time, his figure flashed and changed direction like a ghost. Almost as he was several feet away from the spot, a deafening roar resounded, followed by a shower of flying rocks and billowing smoke and dust.

When the dust cleared slightly, Tan Haoying took a closer look and gasped. He saw a massive rock, four feet square, crashing down onto his spot. The force of the impact had sunk the ground several inches deep. This massive rock was the magical weapon Wu Ming had summoned—the Mountain and River Inkstone!

It turns out Wu Ming wasn't the type to passively take a beating. As soon as the volley of talismans exploded, he had already quietly used the smoke and chaos created by the explosion to secretly summon the Mountain and River Inkstone and smash it precisely towards Tan Haoying's location. This unexpected move caught Tan Haoying, who thought he had the upper hand, off guard.

After the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, everyone looked closely and saw a faint, almost invisible cloud surrounding Wu Ming's body. Simultaneously, Tan Haoying's figure quickly moved from directly in front of Wu Ming to his side. After the fierce exchange just now, it was clear that neither of them had gained the upper hand in this round, and neither had gained the slightest advantage.