"Young lad, you are not my equal! Your spiritual energy is not solid enough to go with your swordsmanship techniques! Lay down there! " Wandong's performance of the Cloud-Penetrating Silver Sparkle was so perfect that Wu Qiujun failed in fault-finding. Wu could only adopt a clumsy workaround--he retaliated by virtue of his spiritual energy, which was superior to Wandong by fully eight levels.
" Humph...Wu Qiujun, that was such an awful disgrace! You humiliated the whole martial sect!" Given that Wandong and Wu Qiujun were fulfilling a principled bet, Xu Wenchuan was not allowed to intervene, so he could only get on Wu's nerves instead.
Wu Qiujun, self-conscious of his impropriety, was not in the mood to contend. He was all obsessed with his decision--to put Wandong to death. Then Wu Qiusheng would finally get even with Xu Wenchuan, who would definitely grieve to the extent of wishing to die upon the loss of his grandson.
Having made up his mind, Wu Qiusheng fought at full capacity with vicious intent. He waved his hands and unleashed a grand stream of robust spiritual energy, whose mightiness could even stir an immense ocean effortlessly. Wandong appeared to be at the mercy of Wu's trenchant offensive, like a tiny dinghy drifting in a tempestuous storm, surrounded by overwhelming hazards.
Imaging that a single mishap would put an end to Wandong's life, Xu Wenchuan fell extremely anxious, with his eyebrows knitted and body trembling ceaselessly.
Tang Xinyi went increasingly horrified as the duel moved on. Wandong's performance of the Cloud-Penetrating Silver Sparkle was indeed flawless, but it was familiar and one moment but strange at another. Compounded with the inconceivable composure in his eyes when faced with Wu Qiujun's horrendous attack, admiration welled up in Tang Xinyi's heart. She would have broken down if she had been in Wandong's place.
Wandong neither broke down nor got flustered. He got it all together as if the duel had progressed as he planned. Each of Wu Qiujun's change of tact was followed with his corresponding counterattack.
The techniques were the same set as Tang Xinyi learned, but there were quite a few nuanced but ingenious tweaks, which were hardly discernable but unfamiliar to her.
The edge of Wandong's sword resembled a boa's fleet tongue. It generated a puff of forceful energy, which went in all directions and formed plenty of fantastic swirls in the air. They appeared isolated from one another but were actually inter-linked. They formed a nine-grid-pattern maze, which was so unbearably dazzling that one could immediately lose track of himself.
"There is a hint of a special formation in Wandong's techniques!" Wu Daozi turned pale and cried out in alarm upon a revelation after an observing the duel for a while.
Xu Wenchuan went stunned and asked, "How come there was a bit of martial formation in swordsmanship techniques?"
"I've no idea! I truly don't know! But Yaoting nailed it! Behold, your highness, the streaks of spiritual sword energy just resemble his soldiers, who keep to their respective routes and unite as a military formation! Incredible! That was just incredible!" Wu Daozi crimsoned as he made his remark, his hands rubbing one another nonstop. It seemed that he was at his wit's end.
Being enlightened by Wu Daozi, Xu Wencuan had a closer scrutinization at Wandong's performance. He finally identified the formation contained in his techniques. Xu marveled at the earth-shaking find as well, as he had never seen this before though he had been around.
" Your Highness, then take a look at Wu Qiujun's palm techniques. He will undoubtedly collapse till he dies as if he were trapped in a swamp, once he fell into the trap of the formation formed by Yaoting's sword techniques. Albeit at a disadvantage at the outset, Yaoting could eventually win at large with plenty of partial successes compounded. Is it the ultimate strategy of the military formation theories? My prediction proves right! Yaoting is indeed a few-and-far-between genius! Hahaha! God bless me!" Wu Daozi said in rising ecstasy and burst into cheerful laughter.