"Unexpectedly, Brother is also hiding such depth..."
During their clash, Wen Ruxiu’s dark golden cold eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Yino was too busy straining, he clenched his teeth as he started to pay attention to the other’s teasing.
However...
Wen Ruxiu, on the other end of the contest, was a completely different picture.
His expression remained unreadable, his words casual, but the bulging veins and ancient cursed symbols on his arm showed he was exerting force. The disparity in strength was clear at a glance.
As Wen Ruxiu gradually pressed the staff forward, the hundreds of disciples in the Liuli Divine Hall collectively gasped.
Everyone’s expressions turned grim. No one could have imagined that two chief disciples of immortal sects could be on completely different levels!
"This duel seems to lack a certain... spectacle."
"How about we change the rules?"
"If you can hold out for 5 minutes under my hand, I grant you and the Holy Maiden their romance. How about that?"
Wen Ruxiu’s expression was mocking as he continued to taunt the white-robed young man sweating profusely before him.
Perhaps outsiders couldn’t see the true situation, but Yino could clearly sense that Wen Ruxiu wasn’t using his full strength. Even while bantering, he was steadily, inch by inch, pressing forward. Yino felt like he was facing not a person, but a towering spiritual mountain.
How is this possible...?
Had Wen Ruxiu already broken through to such a realm a century ago?
The more Yino struggled against his opponent, the more silent he beca.
The so-called duel seed to have ended before it even began.
"Alright..."
"For the sake of seeing Miss Ruoning one last ti today, Brother should strive hard from here on out!"
At this point, the Crown Prince of the Divine Abyss Gate, who had worn a faint smile throughout, finally showed a trace of seriousness in his eyes.
In an instant, Yino felt a trendous sense of danger in his chest.
He quickly disengaged and put distance between himself and Wen Ruxiu, just as the latter’s black staff swept through the air, leaving a trail of lingering sorrow as it struck the ground heavily.
Boom!!!!!
A deep crater ford in the area before Wen Ruxiu.
Had Yino reacted even a split second slower, he would likely have been reduced to a mist of blood under Wen Ruxiu’s staff!
This is bad...
Wen Ruxiu’s stats are definitely abnormal. Is the Liuli Palace Master setting up a scripted death in this instance?
Feels like... I might really lose this ti.
In this situation, Yino’s heart couldn’t help but ripple.
True, this was an illusion, ultimately just a dream of the Liuli Palace Master.
Even if he lost the duel, it wouldn’t affect Yino.
But...
The problem was, Yino was currently Jing Chen, and Ruoning was acting as Dia’s proxy.
If Yino really lost, according to the wager, Ruoning would be taken back to the Divine Abyss Gate by Wen Ruxiu...
Who knew what Ruoning might encounter alone in the Liuli Virtual Realm after today’s separation?
"Brother, why the fear? Show the confidence you had earlier!"
At the other end of the divine hall, Wen Ruxiu swung his staff again.
He curled his lips, softly chanting an incantation, then summoned a massive abyssal portal behind him.
This ti, he finally used a move familiar to Yino.
Dragon Abyss · Earth Transformation!
So he is a mage at heart. Using the staff in lee was just to humiliate ...
Observing Wen Ruxiu’s every move, Yino drew his conclusions internally.
However, Wen Ruxiu getting serious was actually more advantageous for Yino.
Because Yino rembered every move and strategy against Wen Ruxiu from the original work! At least it was easier to predict than Wen Ruxiu fighting unpredictably as a lee mage!
"Co on!"
"Let’s see how long you can keep dodging!"
One after another, black abyssal gates opened behind Wen Ruxiu, and breath from the Eastern Sea’s Dragon Abyss surged relentlessly toward Yino’s position.
Compared to his earlier staff techniques, Wen Ruxiu’s aggressiveness had increased by more than a notch.
But the results weren’t as effective as expected.
From Wen Ruxiu’s perspective, the white-robed young man seed to read minds, accurately predicting every landing point of the Dragon Abyss breath.
"Interesting!"
[Dragon Abyss · Heaven’s Query!]
Wen Ruxiu waved his staff again.
He gathered demonic energy, and in an instant, the ancient divine staff in his hand blood with unprecedented eerie flas.
The next mont, the abyssal gates behind him closed, only to reappear one after another on the floor of the divine hall, covering nearly every foothold within a hundred ters of Yino in re seconds.
"This ti, let’s see how you escape!"
The splendid combat techniques gradually made the dragon blood in Wen Ruxiu’s veins boil with excitent.
His dark golden cold eyes glowed with a demonic light as he stared unblinkingly at Yino’s figure, while abyssal breath erupted skyward from the gates on the floor.
Boom!!!
Three consecutive attacks were dodged precisely by Yino.
Boom!!!!!
Nine waves of abyssal breath, rising and falling, were again predicted by Yino in advance.
The last ti, even before the abyssal breath appeared, Yino had already moved to an extrely tricky position.
"How is this possible..."
Wen Ruxiu couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of frustration.
He gripped his staff tightly, no longer in a playful mood, and gritted his teeth as he detonated all the abyssal gates beneath Yino’s feet.
But at that very mont, the white-robed young man who had been darting around the battlefield suddenly dissolved into a shower of scattered peach blossom petals.
"This is... an illusion! When did he?!"
Wen Ruxiu’s eyes widened, a sense of unease arising inexplicably within him.
As the entire formation exploded, the sky-filling breath obliterated Yino’s figure and obscured Wen Ruxiu’s view of the battle.
He knew Yino had already used illusion techniques, so that volley couldn’t have hit Yino.
But the terrifying part was...
Wen Ruxiu now completely couldn’t sense Yino’s presence!
"Bastard, I already tid your post-casting delay!"
The white-robed young man’s figure appeared mid-air. The eerie silence was broken. Wen Ruxiu looked back and finally felt an unprecedented pressure in this unknown fear.
"You?!"
This ti, watching Yino swoop in on his sword, it was Wen Ruxiu’s turn to be caught off guard, teeth clenched.
Yino was right.
Wen Ruxiu had just detonated all the formations; his spiritual energy was in a fraction-of-a-second cooldown. At this most defenseless mont, he had no ti to react.
Swish!
The long sword swept past Wen Ruxiu’s head.
But this wasn’t the end, it was only the beginning of the sword dance.
Sword Dance, Ten Directions Flying Swallow!
The white-robed young man curled his lips slightly, executing a smooth combo before rolling to a landing.
As he sheathed his sword, Wen Ruxiu’s head in mid-air thudded to the ground.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the Liuli Divine Hall froze.
"Yino!"
"Be careful!"
Suddenly, a young lady’s voice ca from the high platform.
Yino raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced back, only to see that the black-robed young man, whose head had just fallen, now had demonic abyssal black smoke spewing from his neck like a volcano.
Yino tried to draw his sword to respond, but this ti, he suddenly felt as if the flow of ti had imperceptibly slowed down.
Under everyone’s gaze, the black smoke enveloped Wen Ruxiu’s body. He transford into a dragon-shaped entity incarnated from the demonic abyss, with a pitch-black sword the size of a ten-story building clenched in his dragon maw.
Boom!!!!!
The giant dragon expanded continuously, even threatening to break through the roof of the Liuli Divine Hall.
"Brother"
"5 minutes isn’t up yet... it is my win"
The black dragon groaned, split his maw, and, holding the ancient black sword, dove down toward Yino from above.
This was a full-screen AOE attack. Yino couldn’t dodge it either way. He could only grip his sword with both hands, gathering all his true energy to form a sword array for defense.
"Let’s end this here."
Just as the dragon’s roar was about to completely overwhelm the white-robed young man’s last line of defense, a voice out of place, light, pleasant, yet carrying a unique seriousness, rang out from the high platform.
Her voice seed to possess a certain magic. Even though she wasn’t the most powerful presence in the divine hall, due to the authority behind her, every word she spoke carried undeniable weight. Even Wen Ruxiu, who had nearly lost control and transford into an abyssal dragon, froze instantly in place.
"With the Heavenly Eye as witness, Wen Ruxiu wins."
"According to the wager, the Holy Maiden returns to the Divine Abyss Gate."
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