Immortality Through Array Formations Chapter 2125 Chapter 1003: Making a Move (Part 4)

Calling it shameless would be putting it mildly—it's utterly shameless.

Yet in this sword discussion, should he claim victory, not a soul would dare complain.

Even if he climbs atop his ally's back to strike down the prodigy from Taixu Gate, it still counts as a legitimate "victory."

But that's not sufficient.

Wu Ming produced a shadowy silver jade talisman, crushing it to unleash a sheen of tempered iron that rapidly enveloped his form, crafting a sturdy "iron armor" layer.

Top-Grade Iron Armor Talisman.

This uncommon rune, once activated, gathers spiritual power into protective iron armor, shielding against strikes from Sword Qi.

Each participant in the sword discussion is limited to selecting just one rune.

Linghu Xiao had picked the "Golden Body Talisman," whereas Wu Ming opted for the Spirit Talisman Sect's custom "Iron Armor Talisman."

The intent was clearly aimed at countering Linghu Xiao.

Under the Iron Armor Talisman's guard, for a full quarter-hour, it could sharply lessen the harm from Linghu Xiao's Sword Qi assaults.

Wu Ming aimed to clinch the win within that precious quarter-hour.

This presented a scarce chance for him as well.

His spiritual power surged to full throttle, the Taoist skill revving at maximum.

Glazed Fire Fist unleashed, every strike blazing with fierce flames, pounding relentlessly like a fiery downpour toward Linghu Xiao.

The bulk of those blazing strikes got parried by the sword light.

Nevertheless, a few landed on Linghu Xiao, gradually draining into the Dao Discussion Jade he wore.

Linghu Xiao clenched his teeth, enduring the onslaught.

Wu Ming, on the other hand, battled with escalating fury, his drive surging like an unending rainbow at peaks.

Right then, the majority of onlookers beyond the arena, witnessing this turn, felt their pulses quicken in shock.

Linghu Xiao is on the verge of defeat!

Though they harbored disdain for Taixu Gate, claiming it was doomed largely due to some unworthy Formation Leader,

for a Sword Dao talent like Linghu Xiao, who toiled endlessly and shouldered the team solo, most cultivators secretly respected him deep down.

Watching Linghu Xiao get cornered and pummeled now filled them with unease.

Imagining his impending loss stirred even deeper sorrow and anguish in them.

"Heaven envies the gifted!"

"Cursed by the era he's born into!"

"What a promising talent, struck by such misfortune, landing in a place like Taixu Gate..."

Within the arena, Wu Ming's face lit up with growing smugness.

Overpowering a prodigy like Linghu Xiao like this was plenty to swell his ego and lift his spirits.

With the Iron Armor Talisman's aid, continuing this way meant Linghu Xiao's loss was inevitable.

If he activates the Golden Body Talisman and deploys a top-tier lethal strike or sword art against me directly, it's no real threat.

Especially since his spiritual power is depleted by now; even if he musters a killing blow, the buildup time for gathering power and Condensing Qi gives me ample chance to smash him apart.

At worst, we'd both fall together.

But with my Iron Armor Talisman offering brief protection, surviving one of his sword strikes might not finish me off.

"I can take him down!"

This realization fired Wu Ming up further, his assaults intensifying wildly, intent on crushing Linghu Xiao completely and leaving him to perish in bitter defeat...

At that precise instant, Mo Hua from the sidelines released a faint sigh.

He understood—it was done.

This simple strategy had reached its limit; the follow-up demanded adjustments.

Mo Hua gradually lifted his arm; his pale hand at last slipped free from the sleeve, stretching out two fingers.

Numerous keen-sighted cultivators outside instantly spotted this in the massive Phantom Painting.

They observed Mo Hua, who'd lingered idle, now drawing his hand from the sleeve.

Every heart pounded inexplicably with force.

"Is this Taixu Gate's Formation Leader finally stepping in?"

"His debut move at the Sword Discussion Conference?"

"With things this dire, what scheme does he have? What could he possibly achieve?"

A sudden tension gripped their chests.

In the arena, Wu Ming's mounting killing intent also picked up on the oddity the second Mo Hua lifted his hand.

He'd merely "dismissed" Mo Hua before, but that didn't imply he'd truly overlooked him.

The sword discussion pitted five against each other.

Merely, this "Formation Leader" of Taixu Gate had shown zero prowess in the sword discussion, resembling a total "good-for-nothing."

Thus, folks had brushed aside his existence.

But now, he extended his hand.

"What's his game?"

A flicker of unease stirred in Wu Ming's mind.

Then, from the edge of his vision, a spark of flame danced; a simple skill array took shape, and he burst into laughter.

"Fireball Technique?"

"Nothing but a basic Fireball Technique?"

"From that range, aiming a fireball at me..."

In a flash, Wu Ming's thoughts exploded with a "boom," as though a blazing orb, hurtling at an impossibly swift pace beyond his perception, slammed straight into his skull...