Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 2141 1540: Spectating the Battle (2)
Previously on Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan...
In the heat of combat, if a challenger refuses to yield, executing them is a valid conclusion to the engagement.
Furthermore, a rule prohibits the deployment of Spiritual Objects that surpass one's current Realm.
"If there are no further objections, shall we commence immediately, or should we allow more time?" inquired the loose cultivator, an Earth Immortal.
This query revealed that this confrontation was a long-orchestrated scheme.
"We shall begin in two hours."
Following this, the Earth Immortals representing the Three Mysterious Sect and other allied factions commenced deliberations on selecting three cultivators. Their aim was to guarantee a decisive victory and secure the Pure Spirit Grass.
"I propose Cheng Wanyue, Ning Qingfeng, and Wang Chi. Their capabilities are considerable, with their cultivation having reached the very peak of Human Immortal. They have even clashed with Earth Immortal cultivators previously. While they ultimately faced defeat, their prolonged resistance suggests they offer a strong chance of success."
"And what of an Earth Immortal?"
"It is truly unfortunate that Fellow Daoist Luo Changsong is absent. His presence would have eliminated any concern and guaranteed our triumph," lamented one Earth Immortal.
The cultivator in question is acclaimed as the foremost Earth Immortal within the entirety of the Ten Thousand Rivers Realm!
Although this renowned title has brought him numerous challenges, each was effortlessly overcome. Even in high-stakes contests, he managed to hold his ground for an extended period against a Heavenly Immortal.
"Why not appoint Zhao Hongyun, who is at the late stage of Earth Immortal? His might is undeniably formidable."
The reason for not dispatching a Perfect Earth Immortal was the absence of a suitable candidate. Such cultivators typically remain secluded, focusing on achieving breakthroughs to Heavenly Immortal and generally eschew involvement in worldly affairs or battles of this nature.
"Very well!"
Time elapsed swiftly, and in what felt like an instant, two hours had passed.
The inaugural wagered duel commenced.
Both sides fielded contenders at the Peak of Human Immortal level, their imposing auras radiating intent, each striving to claim victory in the initial match to alleviate the pressure for the subsequent contests.
Boom!
The moment they engaged, potent finishing moves were unleashed, each seeking to seize the crucial initiative.
However, the result was a mutual nullification of their assaults, leaving behind only a powerful shockwave that dispersed outwards in all directions.
Fortunately, the timely intervention of several nearby Earth Immortals allowed the onlookers to witness the proceedings without interruption.
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"Fellow Daoist, who do you foresee emerging victorious?"
At an indeterminate moment, Li Zhirui and Fu Chengguang appeared in the vicinity, blending with the crowd to observe.
"It remains difficult to ascertain at this juncture."
Li Zhirui's gaze remained locked on the two combatants, meticulously analyzing their energies and cultivation levels. Yet, he could not definitively determine the outcome, needing to observe their subsequent performance.
"I hold a degree of confidence in the cultivator clad in blue." Fu Chengguang offered a different perspective.
"Oh?"
From various viewpoints, this blue-clothed cultivator, possessing a loose cultivator background, indeed displayed remarkable promise. His precise manipulation of Mana and impeccable timing were particularly noteworthy.
However, as the battle had only just begun, the outcome was far from certain. Li Zhirui opted to withhold his judgment, refraining from premature pronouncements.
Following an intense exchange, the blue-clothed cultivator progressively established a significant lead, while the red-robed cultivator appeared beleaguered, exhibiting clear signs of struggle.
"It appears my assessment was accurate," Fu Chengguang remarked with a subtle smile.
At this juncture, the conclusion of the match seemed increasingly evident.
Yet, Li Zhirui maintained his silence, instead casting a meaningful glance towards the red-robed cultivator. He then curved his lips into a smile and gently shook his head, stating, "On this occasion, my Fellow Daoist may find your judgment to be erroneous."
"You believe the other combatant will prevail?" Fu Chengguang expressed a degree of surprise, looking towards Li Zhirui but unable to comprehend the reasoning behind his conclusion.
"Let us simply wait a little longer, and my Fellow Daoist will soon witness the answer." He chose not to elaborate further, preserving an element of mystery.
"Fellow Daoist, witnessing your arduous struggle, why not concede gracefully to avert further injury?" inquired the blue-clothed cultivator, his tone laced with smugness.
"The certainty of victory or defeat has not yet been established!" retorted the red-robed cultivator, still under duress but showing no inclination to surrender.
"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit! If that is your choice, do not blame me for my ruthlessness!"
With these words, the blue-clothed cultivator unleashed an even more ferocious assault.
His adversary, increasingly pressed, began to sustain injuries, his spiritual aura noticeably weakening.
“Fellow Daoist, still unwilling to yield? Continue like this and it won't just be light injuries!” The blue-clothed cultivator attempted verbally attacking again, trying to pressure his opponent's mindset. The red-robed cultivator didn't reply, but judging by his reaction, it was evident he was gritting his teeth to endure. “Good!” Enraged by his opponent's attitude, whereas earlier he might have hesitated to harm him, now all reservations were abandoned. The gap between them widened, the blue-clothed cultivator's advantage becoming increasingly apparent, with victory seeming inevitable in the eyes of many. The loose cultivators were already exclaiming and celebrating, while the Three Mysterious Sect side grew despondent. “This shouldn't be! With Wang Chi's abilities, he shouldn't be performing like this!” Even those Earth Immortals who decided to send him out were puzzled. Fu Chengguang slightly shifted, asking, “Still think the red-robed cultivator can win, Fellow Daoist?” “It's about to begin!” A peculiar smile appeared on Li Zhirui's face, a glint of reminiscence in his eyes. Boom boom boom— Just as his voice fell, the red-robed cultivator Wang Chi suddenly retreated, flooding out Mana like a torrent, causing the previously calm ground to erupt violently, akin to a volcanic eruption. With a loud boom, countless massive ancient trees and vines soared into the sky, swiftly weaving into a cage trapping the blue-clothed cultivator within. Simultaneously, the cage began to emit a terrifying aura of destruction, frightening many onlooking cultivators, even causing them to suspect that even with several Earth Immortals, they might fall into peril. “Too terrifying! What Divine Power is this?!” Everyone was shocked, including those Earth Immortals. Both sides' emotions reversed instantly, with loose cultivators becoming downbeat, while the other side became elated. “Fellow Daoist, would you concede?” Wang Chi returned the words to his opponent. “You!” The blue-clothed cultivator gritted his teeth, his face contorting ineffectively, longing to declare he wouldn't surrender and keep fighting. But trapped within this terrifying cage, he lacked the courage to speak such words. Because his Spirit Sense was frantically warning him, if he didn't exit, he would surely die here! If it's just severe injuries, he'd be willing to fight on, but the outcome of demise was unacceptable to him. “Fellow Daoist is more skilled, I concede!” After a moment of tension when Wang Chi impatiently readied to act, he uttered these words slowly. Hearing this, Wang Chi also sighed in relief, despite the terrifying power of his Divine Power making it hard to control well with his current cultivation level. In his current state, he couldn't rapidly escape dozens of miles, hence unable to ensure his safety. Thus, the opponent's concession was optimal, avoiding severe personal injuries. He cautiously dispelled his self-created Secret Technique, and once most of the ancient trees and vines vanished, his heart could finally rest since no further dangerous situations would surface. “The first round of dueling! Wang Chi wins!” Both sides' Earth Immortals announced the result simultaneously. However, observing their current conditions, the victor Wang Chi was in tatters, bloodstained, while the defeated blue-clothed cultivator appeared healthier, with no visible injuries. Expressionlessly, he swiftly departed, unwilling to stay and face disgrace, nor wish to see those questioning, disdainful gazes.