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The swordplay shifted once more, and the serene inspiration swept across the Arena, evoking a sense of desolation that stirred the heart and mind. Yet, Cai Jiang seemed unaffected, transforming his sword stance into a transcendent strike that directly shattered Gu Ping's move, Time and Space, leaving Gu Ping somewhat taken aback.
It was now Cai Jiang's turn. He took a hearty swig of wine, his head turning in the direction of Azure Wind. He felt like the endless flow of a river, not looking back at the East Sea.
Azure Wind hung over Rainbow, embodying the force of a great river flowing eastward with an unstoppable momentum. However, he did not unleash his swordplay in its full form; instead, he shifted from offense to defense, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of autumn winds and falling leaves.
At that moment, No did not hear Gu Ping reciting ancient poetry. Instead, No remained in the center of Floating Mountain, astonished as Lao Yi's verses slipped from his lips.
Time flows like water in the human world; the autumn wind rises again at the inn. How marvelous it is—truly marvelous.
Even Tian Zai watching Elder of Martial Arts was mesmerized by the stunning performances of both fighters. Not to mention those disciples who had not witnessed what was happening with Minghong; they saw the Dueling Platform where the two were engaged in a friendly exchange over drinks, as if they were old friends meeting after many years, sharing heartfelt conversations. Yet above them loomed Azure Wind, relentless and unforgiving, adding a layer of intrigue to what should have been a mundane demonstration.
"Look! Senior Brother Cai Jiang has unleashed the Dry Extreme Returns to the Moon technique," someone exclaimed. "Surely this will surpass Year After Year, Nurturing the Sword."
Indeed, Years of Sword Cultivation Technique was merely foundational swordplay. Even if that junior brother displayed divine prowess, it could not rival Bu Luo's profound techniques.
That junior brother was truly extraordinary; in three years at the sect, he was the only one capable of manifesting such mastery over their sword techniques. His achievements were certainly remarkable.
Many were eager to see how the two would exchange moves while wondering how things would unfold in the other three Arena Battles. All eyes were on Cai Jiang and Gu Ping.
As expected, after executing Dry Extreme Returns to the Moon, Cai Jiang took another large gulp of wine.
At this moment, engaging with Gu Ping felt exhilarating for Cai Jiang. He experienced an unprecedented sense of freedom; unlike previous battles where he found himself too weak to employ any clever tricks or strategies against them, today was different. He needed only to respond to each move with his own skills and insights without worrying about any hidden schemes or tricks from Gu Ping.
Cai Jiang watched Gu Ping change his technique once again and thought about following suit. He opened his mouth to unleash the Sword Technique but suddenly stopped.
"I'm out of energy," Gu Ping said, picking up the jug of wine between them and drinking the remaining dregs. Shaking his head, he added, "If I hadn't had that wine, I wouldn't have made it this far."
"Ah, thank you for the wine, Junior Brother. If you don't mind, I will surely come to visit you next month."
With a long sigh, the two stood up and exchanged farewells. Cai Jiang left with a carefree demeanor. As he had said before, even if he lost this time, he would certainly seek another chance to win back his honor. In Cai Jiang's eyes, losing did not mean he was inferior; there was no resentment towards others. Moreover, in this bout, both were gentlemen competing fairly. Although they had not wielded weapons, they still gave it their all without any regrets.
The elders sighed in unison. They gasped at the fact that Cai Jiang, who was in the late stages of Foundation Establishment, had exhausted his Light Spirit Power against a newly promoted Foundation Disciple. This indicated that Gu Ping had consumed far more Spiritual Wine than Cai Jiang, which explained the outcome. At least from their perspective, it certainly seemed that way.
Bu Luo and the others were unsure if Gu Ping's Foundation Establishment was indeed different from other Foundation Practitioners. Even without the support of those Spiritual Wines, exhausting Light Spirit Power first would still have led to Cai Jiang's defeat.
As Cai Jiang fell, the disciples of Floating Mountain looked at Gu Ping standing in the Arena with a mix of surprise and admiration.
Bei Qinping felt that losing to his senior brother wasn't unjust after all. Even Cai Jiang had made mistakes; losing quickly didn't seem like such a big deal. After all, how could an average talent like him compare to those two geniuses? Few would think otherwise.
The disciples of Floating Mountain shook their heads as they watched Minghong reflect on how Cai Jiang had lost to the newcomer. They felt somewhat unsatisfied with how the match concluded. If only Cai Jiang had enough spirit energy, he might have put on a textbook performance for everyone present.
Oh dear, oh dear, how did we lose? Where did that strong guy come from? The old man from the Xiao Clan must have hidden something, he definitely did.
Holding a birdcage, Brother Zi of the prestigious family muttered as he saw Cai Jiang return. Although he felt a bit regretful, Bu Luo showed no signs of resentment as Cai Jiang pouted.
Alright, I don't need to comfort him. That guy is just on another level; what can he do? How could anyone like him showcase something as shabby as "Year After Year, Nurturing the Sword" and make it seem divine? I’ve practiced it myself, and I wouldn’t recognize it either. Who knows what kind of impressive sword technique he thinks it is?
Not only Cai Jiang, but even the Elders at Floating Mountain looked puzzled. They had never realized how powerful "Year After Year, Nurturing the Sword" was. If they had known earlier, they would have placed it in the Sect Library instead of letting it become so common now. They must be feeling quite regretful.
Bu Luo wanted to continue the competition. Although Qunqin Ping's strength was somewhat outrageous, after seeing Gu Ping’s measured approach and his spar with Cai Jiang, many wanted to go and receive some guidance themselves. They started lining up to get beaten up. Gu Ping didn’t expect this at all and awkwardly scratched his back with the Regulation Ruler.
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