258: Chapter 139: A Spear Stirs the Wind and Clouds, A Knife Slices the Ends of the Earth_3 258: Chapter 139: A Spear Stirs the Wind and Clouds, A Knife Slices the Ends of the Earth_3 Xiang Ziyu gripped his Divine Weapon, but he didn’t retreat, instead, he swung his arms forward fiercely.
Five-thunder Righteous Method!
“Boom!”
Wu Ming’s long staff smashed down before Xiang Ziyu’s Five-thunder Righteous Method could take effect, striking Xiang Ziyu’s chest and sending him flying backward.
Xiang Ziyu’s thunderous attack struck down at this very moment, heavily bombarding the top of Wu Ming’s head, making Wu Ming’s body shrink for a moment as his whole body convulsed.
In an instant, Wu Ming’s expression became even more ferocious.
As Xiang Ziyu was sent flying backward, he raised his hand to summon his spear back into his grasp.
Planting the spear into the ground to halt his backward momentum, he used the recoil to charge toward Wu Ming once again.
The two combatants clashed again, neither willing to back down, even foregoing defense and continuing their frenzied onslaught.
“Clang!”
Wu Ming’s staff once again came crashing down, and this time, it struck directly atop Xiang Ziyu’s head, smashing him to the ground.
Xiang Ziyu slammed heavily onto the surface, feeling as if this fall had dispersed all the strength within his body.
His ten phantom platforms, ten Immortal Bridges, and his inner core within dulled in radiance considerably.
After all, he was only a single inner core, continuously battling and sustaining injuries.
Even with the extensive reach of his internal channels, it was becoming difficult to sustain.
Wu Ming, the man who also possessed ten platforms and ten Immortal Bridges, had not only similarly vast internal channels but also ten inner cores!
Defeated?
How could he, the protagonist, be defeated!
Xiang Ziyu frantically mobilized all the power within his body.
On his back, the ten dim platforms, ten Immortal Bridges, and single inner core once again burst forth with a ray of light.
He forcibly stimulated his body’s power and thrust out with his spear once more.
By now, he had forgotten that the objective of Four Treasures Peak was to lose the competition and secure a ranking of one hundred.
He knew, he must win!
His spear thrust forward, like a mythical Divine Dragon emerging from the Endless Sea, carrying with it a ferocious, domineering, and brutal aura as it aimed straight for Wu Ming’s chest.
Wu Ming also brought down his staff in a smash.
Atop the staff, the golden light was dazzling, like a towering mountain, it struck Xiang Ziyu in the abdomen.
Immediately, Xiang Ziyu’s abdomen visibly caved in, and his body, like a kite with a broken string, was sent flying, only stopping at the edge of the platform.
The last strike had exhausted all the potential within his body, and after suffering such a heavy blow, he fell unconscious.
On the other side, after being stabbed by Xiang Ziyu’s spear, Wu Ming also staggered back several steps.
Looking at the distant Xiang Ziyu, who was now lying on the ground unable to get up, a relieved expression finally appeared on his face.
The next moment, the pitch-black aura around him suddenly dissipated, and he, too, slumped to the ground.
“The Yaksha Transformation is over?”
“Brutal, far too brutal.”
“These two, they weren’t competing, they were fighting for their lives!”
“Just a bit more, if only Xiang Ziyu had held on a bit longer, waited for Wu Ming’s Yaksha Transformation to fade, victory would have surely been his.”
“Who could have imagined that a disciple with a single inner core could force an opponent with ten cores into such a state.”
“He fought too hard, I’ve seldom seen a disciple fight with such desperation.”
This battle was so fierce that the onlookers had even forgotten the stakes they placed on Four Treasures Peak’s ranking, their full attention absorbed by the fight.
Cao Zhen landed on the Gathering Immortals Platform for the third time since the competition had begun, and for the third time, he picked up his own disciple.
Xiang Ziyu was already unconscious, yet Cao Zhen noticed that Xiang Ziyu’s hands were still tightly clutching his spear.
My disciple…
Cao Zhen was overwhelmed with emotion.
Although Xiang Ziyu usually seemed eccentric, and others thought he was crazy, the fighting spirit that Xiang Ziyu possessed was the strongest he’d ever seen in anyone.
Xiang Ziyu was injured gravely, so much so that it seemed worse than Yi Sheng’s.
Consequently, Yan Yourong did not continue with her challenges.
Xiang Ziyu’s injuries were too severe; even after taking a healing pill, it wasn’t until the end of today’s competition, when they returned to Four Treasures Peak, that Xiang Ziyu finally came to.
“What?
I lost?” Xiang Ziyu, upon hearing the results of the challenge from the others, nearly fainted again from outrage, “As the protagonist, my first public appearance, and I’ve lost!”
Little Bei Yan spoke up lightly, “That’s why you’re not the protagonist.
Besides, it’s good that you lost.
If you had won, our master would have lost three million taels of Spirit Stones.
Can you imagine if he might have expelled you from the sect?”
“The bet…
right, there was a bet.
I knew it, how could I, as the protagonist, have lost.
Now I understand, it was because of the bet.
I didn’t unleash all my power in the end for the sake of master’s bet.
Otherwise, I would have definitely broken through during the fight.”
Cao Zhen was instantly speechless.
How could you rationalize it like that?
Are you still not aware of your Ancient Immortal Body?
A breakthrough during the fight?
What nonsensical wishful thinking is this?
Considering Xiang Ziyu was already wounded, Cao Zhen didn’t want to add insult to injury and comforted him instead, “Alright, the fight is over.
What’s most important for you now is to recover peacefully.
With your injuries, it might take at least ten days to half a month before you can head down the mountain again…”
“Master, don’t worry, as the protagonist, I’ll be healed in no time.
Oh yes…” Xiang Ziyu turned to Little Bei Yan and said, “In my desk, there’s a secret manual without a cover.
That is the last of the Divine Skills I took from the Secret Manual Pavilion.