I Have A Cultivation World

One of the rules of the Magic Duel stipulated that anyone who was knocked out of the ring and touched the ground would be considered defeated.

Chen Mobai knew that the Wood Prison Talisman would not be able to hold Gong Xiangyu for long, so he immediately knocked his entrapped opponent out of the ring.

“Damn it, how can I lose in this round?”

While shouting in rage, Gong Xiangyu, who had been hit by the water fist in mid-air, took out another talisman. Suddenly, a burst of black blade light erupted. However, the mere Rank-1, lower-grade ordinary Wood Prison Talisman only lasted for two seconds before it was sliced open and shattered.

“The Spirit Transformation Talisman is complete, and I can soon display power that surpasses the Qi Cultivating Realm…”

At that moment, Gong Xiangyu’s right hand was completely covered with scales. Along with his roar, the arm suddenly stretched out like a long snake, grabbing onto the edge of the ring. Then a burst of extraordinary strength erupted, forcibly steadying his out-of-control body in the air.

“Get back in there!”

Amidst his booming shout, Gong Xiangyu, pulled by his right hand, forcibly dragged his body suspended in mid-air back towards the ring.

This sight made many people’s hairs stand on end.

Although there were countless spells on the Path of Cultivation, this scenario of an arm converting into something resembling a snake was something that the less seasoned Qi Cultivation students found rather unsettling.

However, on the spectator’s stand, the representative of the Daoist Academy watched with great interest.

“After completing the transformation, he can now fully leverage the power of the Spiritual Control Technique.”

“If this continues, despite the excellent fighting awareness and magical construction of the youngster, he might not stand a chance to beat him.”

“We share the same thoughts, but Chen Mobai has given me too many surprises. Maybe he has a trump card that can beat the Spiritual Control Technique.”

The words of Lan Haitian slightly surprised the three people present.

Judging from his tone, it seems he knew him.

“No, it seems there won’t be a second round.”

Just then, Bian Yiqing, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

“Huh?”

Although his Cultivation Level was merely at the Foundation Establishment, he was a grandmaster in the path of sound. He had the ability to perceive details that others did not notice by the melody of the atmosphere, predicting future omens.

Lan Haitian, the other two, as well as the representatives of the Daoist Academy seated behind them, all looked forward to the ring, especially Chen Mobai’s actions.

Finally, Lan Haitian, the one with the highest cultivation and the most battle experience, noticed something.

He saw Chen Mobai’s fingers trembling slightly, and the left hand seemed to be holding something while being gently lifted.

At the same time, the Cold Ice Water Sword, which was originally inserted at the center of the ring, flew straight up and fell towards Gong Xiangyu like a Flying Sword under the control of the Water Controlling Technique.

Whoosh!

A brilliant Bai Guang streaked across the ring, drawing a perfect arc in everyone’s eyes. Bringing with it a faint cold stream, it severed the base of Gong Xiangyu’s snake hand, which was gripping the edge of the ring, at a lightning speed.

With a “ding” sound, sparks flew everywhere!

Gong Xiangyu’s scales, which had emerged from his body after transforming, were surprisingly hard. While the Cold Ice Water Sword was indeed bolstered by the Spell, it was not a true Flying Sword. Although it did shatter two scale armors, it could not sever his snake hand completely.

Hiss Hiss Hiss…

The eerie hissing noises came from between Gong Xiangyu’s teeth. With his cold slit eyes wide open, and half of his body already back on the ring, his foot was about to step on the platform. Suddenly, an incredibly hot stream of air abruptly emerged.

Then, a crimson flame rose around Chen Mobai, like a giant sword overflowing with flames, it heavily descended onto Gong Xiangyu’s head.

The latter immediately triggered his last defensive talisman, not hoping to block this top-quality, rank-1 talisman that was Chen Mobai’s trump card, but hoped to delay it for a moment in order to get himself free.

“It’s over.”

Chen Mobai spoke softly. His right hand held the Crimson Flame Sword Talisman, his left hand moved again, controlling the Cold Ice Water Sword.

To everyone’s astonishment, he used the water sword to cut off a large chunk of the arena that Gong Xiangyu’s snake-like arm was holding onto.

Simultaneously, the power of the Crimson Flame Sword Talisman erupted completely.

Gong Xiangyu felt an unexpected lightness in his body. He then lost control, carried by the red fire sword, heavily crashed outside the arena, more than ten meters away.

Boom!

Starting from Chen Mobai, the perfectly square stone-built arena was cut with a huge trench by the Crimson Flame Sword Talisman, extending twenty to thirty meters outward. The farther out it went, the bigger the trench’s diameter, as if spreading outwards and reaching its maximum at the edge of the arena.

This was because Chen Mobai had caused the concentrated Crimson Flame Sword Talisman to explode at that point, turning it into a tremendous shockwave that sent Gong Xiangyu flying out of the arena.

At the end of the trench was Gong Xiangyu, his body trembling after landing, his eyes wide, his face in disbelief.

Every part of his body seemed like it had been smoked and charred, looking quite horrifying. Laymen would think he was severely injured, but cultivators such as Lan Haitian at the Foundation Establishment level could sense his vitality was unprecedentedly vigorous.

This was the sign that the Spirit Transformation Talisman was fully effective, providing him with the ability to control a portion of the Rank-2 Spirit Control Power.

However, all of this had become pointless.

Because he had been thrown off the arena.

And he had lost.

It was a total defeat.

Even though he could justify himself by blaming his carelessness and underestimating his opponent, Gong Xiangyu knew if he really did that, he would lose his last vestige of dignity and become a sore loser in the eyes of the representatives from the Daoist Academy, a weak-hearted clown.

“Who would have thought, I would lose to you!”

In the magic duel, Gong Xiangyu did not assume he could win with 100% certainty, but he believed the ones who could potentially defeat him were Yan Feng and Kong Feichen. Not even Yang Jing would be a match for him.

“Referee.”

But Chen Mobai did not respond to his words. Instead, he raised his hand and called out to the astounded teacher from Cinnabarite Institute who was sitting below the stage.

“Oh.” At Chen Mobai’s beckoning, the referee teacher regained his senses. After lightly coughing, he announced the result.

“The winner is, Chen Mobai!”

As these words were called out, Lu Hongsheng’s suppressed cheer broke out. It was as if he had gone mad, shouting loudly.

Not just him, those who had gambled a lot and placed their bets on Chen Mobai also had bloodshot eyes.

Facing his fellow students from the Fifth High School rushing onto the arena towards him, Chen Mobai remained calm.

To be honest, Gong Xiangyu’s Spirit Control Technique and even his spiritual power had somewhat exceeded his expectations.

When Gong Xiangyu’s Spirit Transformation Talisman took effect and unleashed a vast spiritual power far beyond the Qi Cultivating Realm, Chen Mobai even had the feeling that he was going to lose.

However, in the end, Chen Mobai found a way to win.

Or perhaps, sensing the aura of the demonic beast within Gong Xiangyu who was undergoing Transformation, aroused Chen Mobai’s battle experience obtained from fighting to the death against demonic beasts on Green Light Island..