"Nasty brat, I'm gonna smash you into pieces with this move!" It had never come across Wu Qiujun's mind that he would have to take a lad with an initial-level spiritual energy seriously. But anyhow, he picked up on a horrific sense of menace in Wandong, which made him utterly carried away.
"And you know what? I'll leave a transparent hole in your chest before you finally die!"
"What?" Wandong's manifesto rendered Wu Qiujun uncontrollably shivering and put a tinge of shock on his face. He looked up at Wandong's tip of the sword, which even aroused a sense of hellish dread deep inside him. It felt like his body was already penetrated by the sword.
"Am I really perishing with this nasty brat?" Wu Qiujun thought to himself. As a matter of fact, he was terribly resigned to that ending.
Boasting a ninth-level spiritual energy at a relatively young age, it was highly likely he would ascend to the top, and round off his career by entering the Supreme Devine Environment of the tenth-level spiritual energy. Additionally, he was so well-off with his treasures filling his home. He could just ride the whirlwind and do whatever he wanted. Once he died, everything of him would perish accordingly. Wandong, a good-for-nothing coxcomb, still wet behind the ears, was out of the question his equal. To end in a common ruin with this sort of guy would be the most losing deal he could ever have made.
Wu Qiujun had thousands of ideas in his mind, which rendered him completely absent-minded and his move weakened. Then the two sides traded off and took turns, Wandong's move picked up momentum and grew all the stronger. His sword resembled an imposing dragon in the air, able to shatter everything in this world.
"No!" Wu Qiujun let out a rampant cry. With his spiritual energy held back, he leaped far aside. Wu Qiujun made the most of his spiritual energy on his third move, which was supposed to be the most forceful to take. Nevertheless, Wandong couldn't be more at ease this time.
"Master!" Duan Lengyan exclaimed in alarm. Her cry exploded like a lightning bolt beside Wu Qiujun's ears. He felt a quiver running through him and came back to himself.
When Wu Qiujun looked up at Wandong again, the air of unflinching determination around Wandong was long gone. A dismissive grin appeared on his face instead.
"You..."Pointing at Wandong, Wu Qiujun's face darkened and body shivered.
Wandong grinned at him and said light-heartedly, "General Wu, being a master of ninth-level spiritual energy, should be as timid as a rabbit! Can't you see there is no likelihood I can penetrate your spiritual-energy-armored body simply by virtue of a trashy sword and initial-level cultivation? I might have got smashed into pieces before I was a foot away from you. How could I end in a common ruin with you?"
"Indeed. Master, you're duped again by this guy!" Duan Lengyan shook her head again and again. She appeared rather ambivalent, with a mixture of sympathy, admiration, and amazement in her countenance.
"You damned brat, I..."
"What do you want? Our duel was already concluded. I win you lose!" Such an unexpected result thrilled Wu Daozi and Xu Wenchuan to the brim. Seeing Wu Qiujun pulling a long face, both scrambled over and hindered him from approaching Wandong like two ferocious gigantic guardians. Stifled by the prior bet, their protection we're no longer subject to anything now.
Guarded by two top martial masters, Wu Qiujun couldn't lay a finger on Wandong. At a huge loss, he went blue in the face.
"Wu Qiujun, you lost the last chance in terms of your momentum, so there was nothing to grieve over. You're not deficient in anything, be it wealth or fame. It's surprising you hands are tied as hell. Yaoting turned out to be the other way round, he did all this single-minded, which is why he distracted you with his remarkable momentum and made you resign."