The fact that his opponent couldn't see him wasn't because Wang Baole was special, but rather, because when he was comprehending his opponent's music, he had somehow become one with it.
It was as if he had become a part of his opponent's music. Because of that, the Cultivator from the Dao of Music couldn't sense that Wang Baole wasn't far off in the distance.
When Wang Baole spoke, the Cultivator from the Dao of Music's expression flickered, and his heart filled with shock. However, he had studied the Dharma of Hearing for many years, and his attainments in the Dao of Music were extraordinary. Therefore, it only took a moment for him to notice the problem. Without hesitation, he retreated, retracting all of the music that had spread out in all directions.
Because of that, Wang Baole's presence became a bit more obvious. Under normal circumstances, the Cultivator from the Dao of Music might not have been able to detect the sound of music that was so similar to his own. But now, he was completely focused, and was gradually able to pick up on the clues.
"So that's where you were hiding!" As he spoke, the Cultivator from the Dao of Music seemed a bit embarrassed. As he retreated, he lifted his right hand and pointed at the spot where Wang Baole was hiding.
Instantly, the surrounding music emitted a rustling sound, and even the trees in the forest began to sway violently. A sonic boom rang out as the sound surged toward Wang Baole.
Everywhere it passed, the air distorted. The sound seemed to contain a will of destruction, as if it wanted to reduce Wang Baole to nothing but ash.
Wang Baole didn't try to evade the sonic boom. Instead, his eyes lit up as he realized that the speed at which the musical symbols were forming inside of him had reached a peak.
Three, five, ten, twenty … Runes appeared one after another. Even Wang Baole himself was shocked by the number of runes that appeared.
"What's going on …?" Although he was shocked, he was also pleasantly surprised. Therefore, even though the sonic boom was about to reach him, Wang Baole simply sat there, unmoving. He allowed the sonic boom to envelop him.
From afar, the boundless melody seemed to have materialized, forming the shape of a leaf. Wang Baole was in the center of the leaf, enveloped within it, as if he was being crushed.
He seemed to be like this, yet in reality, Wang Baole was delighted to the extreme in his heart, and even his breathing was slightly hurried. He was deeply afraid that he would reveal his strength and frighten Wang Baole, causing Wang Baole to stop assisting him in his cultivation.
Hence, Wang Baole's expression quickly turned into one of pain, as though he was barely holding on in the sonic boom and was about to collapse.
"That's all there is to it." When the Dao of Music cultivator saw this, he let out a sigh of relief and let out a cold snort. He had been in seclusion for many years and was no longer the same as before. Although his opponent was hiding in a strange place, he would still lose in the end.
A sense of pride rose from the bottom of his heart. Thus, this Music Rhythm Cultivator coldly glanced at Wang Baole, who seemed to be in pain.
He said coolly, "At the most, you will die in ten breaths of time. If you beg for mercy now, I might be able to spare your life."
His words moved Wang Baole a bit. At the same time, he felt a bit of self-blame. After all, although this Music Rhythm Cultivator seemed to be insufferably arrogant, from his words, he didn't intend to kill him.
"Forget it," thought Wang Baole. "Since he has done good deeds, I'll give him good karma." Having reached this point in his train of thought, he continued to immerse himself in contemplation.
It was in this way that ten breaths of time passed. As Wang Baole continued to struggle, the Dao of Music cultivator frowned. He felt that something was off. Logically speaking, this person shouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
And yet, his opponent had managed to hold on for so long. This caused the Dao of Music cultivator's eyes to shine brightly. Previously, he hadn't been willing to increase his power, not because he didn't want to kill, but because he didn't want to consume too much of his own power.
After all, his goal was to get into the top ten and take first place.
But now, seeing that Wang Baole was still holding on, the Dao of Music cultivator was worried that something unexpected might happen. Eyes shining brightly, he let out a cold harrumph.
"Since you're looking to die, don't blame me for it." With that, the Dao of Music cultivator lifted his right hand and made a grasping motion toward Wang Baole. Instantly, the illusory leaves formed by the Dao of Music around Wang Baole began to bend, wrapping tightly around Wang Baole. Then, they began to exert force, as if to crush him.
The Cultivator from the Path of Rhythm grinned viciously, but soon, his eyes slowly widened and his pupils constricted. After a while, he instinctively gulped. His breathing quickened, and his expression turned from disbelief to shock.
It was impossible for him not to be astonished. Earlier, he hadn't been able to sense it very clearly, but now that he had fused his Divine Will into the Dao of Music, he could clearly sense that the leaves he had transformed into were wrapped around a block of iron. They didn't have the slightest bit of pressure.
In fact, he had the feeling that even if his leaves collapsed, Meng Hao wouldn't be affected at all.
That was indeed the case. The leaves formed by the Dao of Music seemed ferocious, but to Wang Baole, they were completely useless. However, now that things had progressed to this point, there was no way for him to continue hiding. He lifted his head and looked helplessly at the pale-faced Dao of Music cultivator.
That gaze seemed to crush the last shred of the Dao of Music cultivator's determination. Panting, the Dao of Music cultivator retreated at top speed, not even bothering to look back.
His heart trembled as he realized that he had run into some powerful expert from the three Sects ….
"I've always heard that there are people in the three Sects who like to hide their true strength. Dammit … how could I have run into one of them!?" His heart filled with madness, the Dao of Music cultivator sped up. As for Wang Baole, he sighed.
"I've lost too much of my Dao of Music …." Wang Baole shook his head. He had only wanted to comprehend the Dao of Music in peace. As he sighed, his body trembled slightly. Cracking sounds could be heard as the Dao of Music leaves around him instantly collapsed.
Then, he lifted his head and looked in the direction the Dao of Music cultivator had fled. Wang Baole casually waved his hand. The 100,000 Dao of Music within him didn't explode with power. He only moved them slightly. Instantly, the air in front of him rumbled and collapsed. It was as if the world of the arena couldn't withstand it. A shocking crack that looked like a black python appeared and shot towards the Dao of Music cultivator in the distance.
This scene caused the Dao of Music cultivator's expression to completely change. As far as he could see, the world of the arena was about to be torn apart, and the black python was right in front of him.
"I admit defeat!" At this critical juncture, the Rhythm Dao cultivator let out a sharp cry. He was afraid that if he spoke any slower, he would be instantly torn apart like the void.
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