Mythical Cultivation

Wu Ming waved his right hand, and a flash of cold light suddenly shot out. It turned out to be a pair of flying rings. The rings, one large, one small, echoed each other, hurtling straight towards Zhao Wuji like meteors chasing the moon. Simultaneously, Wu Ming's left hand continuously shifted its magical gestures. In an instant, several blazing fireballs, each as big as a head, erupted from his palm, carrying blazing heat and billowing thick smoke, as they swept towards Zhao Wuji with great momentum.

"Huh, it's actually blocked?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. After all, that thunderous blow just now contained 80% of his power!

He was confident that this move would secure victory and completely defeat his opponent. However, he never expected that Wu Ming would easily block this fatal blow.

"Oh, so that's it... It's actually a top-grade defensive magic weapon! No wonder it can block such a fierce attack from me." Zhao Wuji murmured in a low voice, thinking secretly in his heart.

Although the opponent temporarily withstood his attack with a top-grade defensive magic weapon, the spiritual energy consumed by such a powerful magic weapon must be extremely astonishing. He did not believe that Wu Ming could activate the power of this magic weapon multiple times in a row.

Just as Zhao Wuji was pondering, he saw two flashes of cold light. Two flying rings streaked towards him like lightning. Faced with this sudden attack, Zhao Wuji dared not take it lightly. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something. In an instant, rays of light emerged from in front of him, interweaving into a tight protective net.

However, this seemingly indestructible protective net was easily torn apart as if it were made of paper the moment it came into contact with the two flying rings. The two flying rings were unstoppable, their speed not decreasing at all, and they continued to shoot straight towards Zhao Wuji.

Seeing the flying ring about to hit him, Zhao Wuji's face darkened and he shouted, "Qiankun Bell, appear!" As his voice fell, a large, ancient bell appeared out of thin air before him. This bell emitted a dazzling golden light, and was engraved with dense runes, appearing mysterious and solemn.

In a flash, the two flying rings slammed fiercely into the Qiankun Bell. A resounding clang echoed throughout the room like a mighty bell. The immense recoil sent Wu Ming reeling, nearly knocking him off his feet. Zhao Wuji, on the other hand, though also reeling, remained unharmed, his expression remaining untouched.

At this moment, Wu Ming attacked again, a blazing ball of flame suddenly coalescing in his hand. Then, with a flick of his arm, the fireball soared towards Zhao Wuji like a meteor. Zhao Wuji snorted coldly at this, and with a flick of his sleeve, a strong wind swept out, blowing the fireball off its course. However, there was more than one fireball; subsequent fireballs continued to strike him, colliding with him. Although the fireball technique did not cause Zhao Wuji any substantial damage, it still left him covered in dust and in disarray.

In this fierce Qingyun swordsmanship competition, the mother-and-child flying rings darted through the air like lightning, constantly colliding with the sharp flying swords. Each collision unleashed dazzling sparks, a sight to behold. Meanwhile, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower radiated a dazzling light, like an impenetrable fortress; while the Qiankun Bell hung steadily in the air, emitting bursts of deep chimes from time to time, also forming a formidable defensive line.

The fireball technique was like a blazing flame, roaring towards the enemy; the ice arrow technique was like a biting cold frost, rushing away with a hint of chill; the earth shield technique condensed into a thick earth wall, firmly guarding its own position; the ice wall technique turned into a huge crystal clear ice wall, blocking the enemy's wave after wave of attacks.

Such a wonderful and dazzling magic duel made the people in the audience dumbfounded, and exclamations of surprise rang out one after another.

Zhao Wuji and Wu Ming fought back and forth, neither of them giving in, and in a blink of an eye they had fought for dozens of rounds.

However, despite both of them using top-grade magical instruments and their spells being equally powerful, Wu Ming ultimately fell behind. It turned out that although both were cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining, Zhao Wuji had already reached the pinnacle of that level, making Wu Ming's cultivation level slightly inferior in comparison.

Time ticked by, and the battle raged on. Gradually, Wu Ming began to feel his strength wear thin, his vital energy rapidly depleting. Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji maintained a steady rhythm, his attacks becoming increasingly ferocious. Finally, after a grueling battle, Wu Ming, exhausted from his vital energy, could no longer hold out and reluctantly conceded defeat.

At this time, a voice of regret came from the crowd: "Oh, what a pity! Wu Ming's strength is actually not weak. If he meets other opponents, he might be able to successfully advance." A middle-aged disciple who was watching the game shook his head and sighed.

Another spectator nodded in agreement, calmly analyzing, "That's right. He's just been practicing for a relatively short time. Closing the gap in realm isn't easy. However, this failure may also be a valuable lesson for him. I believe he'll achieve a breakthrough in the future."

"Haha! Isn't it because our Senior Brother Zhao was merciful and showed mercy to Wu Ming that he was able to hold on until now? Otherwise, a guy like him really thinks he is some powerful figure who can just come here and make trouble?" A disciple with admiration on his face, who obviously regarded Zhao Wuji as his idol, curled his lips in contempt and said this with great disdain.

At this point, the fierce competition between the two had come to an end. The many disciples watching from the sidelines began to engage in a heated discussion surrounding this spectacular duel.

Some of the disciples believed that Wu Ming indeed possessed considerable strength, but unfortunately, he just happened to encounter the most powerful people this time.

Some other disciples felt sorry for Wu Ming, saying that he was just unlucky and that others might not be Wu Ming's match.

However, some disciples felt that Wu Ming was just so-so, and his true ability was very limited. If Senior Brother Zhao had not held back, he would have defeated Wu Ming in just a few rounds.

In short, everyone has their own opinions, and the discussions are endless, with many different views.