Chapter 97
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Chapter 97: A Strong Opponent
Fang Lie remained unaware he’d unintentionally provoked the prideful Zhen Hong Yi. Even if he knew, he’d likely shrug it off with indifference.
Standing firm as an ancient pine on the arena, Fang Lie fixed stern eyes upon the referee. The official, still red-faced from his earlier blunder, squirmed under the gaze – feeling mocked despite the youth’s silence.
Any other Qi Sea realm cultivator daring such insolence – even family disciples – would’ve faced instant reprimand. But this Purple Palace Master found himself cowed for the first time, fear gnawing his gut toward this lowly Qi Sea cultivator. Unthinkable, yet undeniable.
Swallowing pride, the referee barked hoarsely: "Next match begins! Arena Master, ascend!"
Fang Lie already stood ready. His opponent arrived with theatrics – a three-zhang silver puppet warrior crashing earthward, shaking the ground. Tons of metal slammed mere paces from Fang Lie, kicking up dust clouds meant to humiliate.
The grit posed no real threat, skirting contest rules. Fang Lie’s magic repelled the filth, but his narrowed eyes promised retribution.
The challenger – a thick-necked brute with meaty fists – flashed yellowed teeth. "Apologies! Still learning this new treasure’s tricks. Didn’t soil your pants, eh?"
Fang Lie snorted. "Save concern for your broken toy. It’ll need repairs after I’m through."
"Broken?!" The brute’s jowls quivered. "This Cold Water warrior’s third-tier puppet carries fireblade treasure! Ice and flame could challenge Golden Pool realm cultivators! What d’you know, punk?"
The puppet indeed gleamed menacingly – silver frost-scripted limbs wielding ice-forged greatsword and crimson heatblade. Runes pulsed with elemental fury, frost mist clashing against fiery waves.
"Decent craftsmanship," Fang Lie allowed, "wasted on unworthy hands. Your Qi Sea cultivation can’t handle third-tier treasures. What’s 30% power against me?"
The barb struck true. The brute reddened – he’d privately doubted controlling the war machine. Yet he blustered: "30% crushes ants like you!"
Fang Lie’s lips curled. All knew his freakish constitution – wounds sealing faster than blood could drip. Only instant death worked… and this puppet lacked such force.
The burly man was confident he could injure Fang Lie, but killing him instantly was beyond his ability. His cultivation limited how long he could control the Cold Water warrior—if it lasted longer than fifteen minutes, his Magic and divine sense would drain completely, leaving him vulnerable to any cultivator.
On the surface, Fang Lie still appeared more likely to win this battle!
Yet the burly man sneered fearlessly, "If I summoned this warrior, I can damn well win with it! Quit yapping and prepare to die, Fang Lie!"
He positioned the Cold Water warrior aggressively. The referee promptly declared, "Begin!"
"Taste my blade!" roared the burly man. The Cold Water warrior swung its weapon, unleashing a fiery blade ray over thirty meters long—a scythe of death slashing toward Fang Lie.
Third-tier magical items utterly outclassed second-rank treasures. Even similar-looking attacks differed tenfold in power!
Had Fang Lie recklessly used the Explosion Qi Technique with his Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Dao Robe for defense, he’d have been cleaved in two!
But Fang Lie wasn’t a fool. Recognizing the overwhelming force, he activated his Divine Phoenix Wings instead. Golden light erupted as he shot skyward, narrowly evading the strike.
Undeterred, the burly man thrust his ice-silver sword. A silver Sword Ray chased Fang Lie’s tail—only for him to twist aside effortlessly, his speed nearly matching the attack.
Spectators murmured, "The burly man’s met his counter. Those wings make Fang Lie untouchable! Just stall until Magic drains, and victory’s his!"
"Fang Lie advances again!"
"Not so fast. Third-tier warriors have Dao magic. This isn’t over!"
Seven more attacks flew—all missing. Enraged, the burly man bellowed, "Think wings let you escape me? Wrong! Dao magic: Snow Drifts A Thousand Miles!"
Divine scripts blazed silver across the Cold Water warrior. Tsunami-like cold engulfed the arena. Countless thumb-sized hexagons fell—snowflakes carrying unnatural chill.
The square vanished under the storm, visibility gone. Snow coated Fang Lie, invasive cold stiffening his limbs. Only by activating his Dao Robe could he move sluggishly.
Blind and disoriented, Fang Lie floundered while the burly man struck unerringly through the blizzard. Dodging narrowly, Fang Lie realized defense alone meant doom—one hit from third-tier treasures could kill him.
But how to counterattack blindly? His Soulfire Lance consumed precious blood essence with each missed shot.
As desperation mounted, the old bird’s voice hissed, "This makes no sense! Snow Drifts A Thousand Miles drains Magic fiercely. That oaf’s cultivation matches yours. After prolonged attacks plus this spell, why isn’t he exhausted? He should be dry by now!"
