"Listen, the Non-Phase Method that we cultivate is one of the best self-cultivation methods in the world. The most important thing is to stand aloof from worldly affairs …"
"Stop talking nonsense. If you have no attack power, then just say that you have no attack power. In any case, I will laugh at you."
"... There is no truly perfect method in this world. Non-Phase Method has reached the extreme in defense, so the lack of attack power is understandable. However, in the face of some special situations, blindly living without purpose is not advisable. Therefore, there is actually a way to attack."
"Mm, I know, mouth cannon. Using the most vicious swear words in the world to insult the opponent, and then using a turtle shell defense to make the opponent helpless. In this way, the opponent can suffer a fate worse than death. This is one of the best combination in the world."
"... If you really don't want to learn it, then forget it. I'm going back to sleep."
"Master, what are you talking about? Since you are so sincere in asking me, I can reluctantly learn it!"
"..."
A few days ago, such a dialogue happened on the Non-Phase Peak. After that, Wang Wu officially taught her disciple the swordsmanship that she regarded as her trump card.
"Non-Phase Method lacks the ability to erupt and release magical power. Therefore, if you want to hurt the enemy, you have to pay them back in their own coin … It's impossible to be that convenient. The other party is not stupid. It's impossible for them to watch you use their own spell to attack you. However, with the method of resonance, it's not difficult to injure the enemy by eight hundred, but to injure oneself by one thousand. "
After explaining the principle, Wang Wu personally demonstrated this sword of resonance. When the opponent's attack reached the body, using the Non-Phase Sword Bone as the core, it resonated with the opponent's attack force, and then transmitted the vibration back through the Non-Phase Sword Art. Although the initiative to provoke resonance would increase the damage to oneself, at the same time, it could also return all the damage to oneself. It was indeed injuring the enemy by eight hundred, but injuring oneself by one thousand. It was also a seemingly absurd and unruly swordsmanship, but it could also be called a divine skill.
Because for a Non-Phase Method cultivator who emphasized on defense and survival, they were not afraid of this kind of blood exchange. In other words, they were eager to lose a bit more blood. In Wang Lu's view, this was like a meat shield getting a blade and armor. Henceforth, he would be free and unfettered!
"Master, Master, what is the name of this overbearing swordsmanship?"
His Master frowned and thought for a moment. "Nameless Sword Art."
"…"
"Oh, incompetence in naming is the characteristic of our Lingjian School. Don't look at me like you're looking at an illiterate person. It's like … You see, Spirit Sword Mountain has twelve peaks. In fact, Stellar, Non-Phase, Brilliant, and so on were once the main peaks of Spirit Sword Mountain, where the Sect Leader once lived. And at that time, Lingjian School was not called Lingjian School."
"What should I call it then?"
"Whatever peak the headmaster lives in is the name of the school. That's why it was called Stars Sword School, Illumination Sword School, Misty Sword School … Later on, when it came to our generation, we felt that it wasn't a good idea to change the name of the school, and it was too troublesome to rename it again, so we simply changed it to Lingjian School. With spirits and swords, what more could we ask for … You see, this is a tradition."
Wang Lu inwardly thought, "It seems like there's a reason why Non-Phase Method has such a vulgar name — because this illiterate person was assigned to the Non-Phase Peak, so her method became Non-Phase Method … Well, it doesn't matter if this counterattack sword has a name or not, what really matters is its actual combat effect."
— —
Now it seemed like the actual combat effect was simply excellent.
Wang Lu's time to practice this sword was limited. In just a short three days, he only had a glimpse of it. Therefore, Wang Lu didn't dare to use his Nameless Sword to block Zhao Jiangyuan's first move, the Thunderbolt Sword. When Zhao Jiangyuan fell into the trap and was injured, Wang Lu didn't have enough strength and was anxious to succeed. Only then did Wang Lu gradually unfolded the Nameless Sword, returning the injury bit by bit.
In general, Wang Lu's injury was far heavier than Zhao Jiangyuan's. However, with his Non-Phase Sword Bone foundation, he was able to withstand it much better than Zhao Jiangyuan. After this exchange, it was Zhao Jiangyuan who couldn't bear it and stopped using his Limitless Sword.
"... Your excellency's swordsmanship is brilliant, I'm ashamed of my inferiority."
Forcefully suppressing his Jade Mansion that was about to fall apart and restraining the hot blood that gushed up his throat, Zhao Jiangyuan's complexion alternated between green and white. He reluctantly opened his mouth to admit defeat.
If he continued to fight, he would hurt his foundation. If his Jade Mansion really collapsed, even if the Ten Thousand Arts Sect had thousands of healing methods, it would still be troublesome. Although Zhao Jiangyuan was a sword cultivator, he was not a madman.
In this regard, Wang Lu very generously replied with a smile, "You're too polite, hahaha, vomit, vomit, vomit!"
The blood that he vomited was simply a mess … Then, Wang Lu simply fell into a pool of blood and kept on groaning.
"Aiyo, I, your father, can't take it anymore. Without three to five hundred thousand spirit stones for medicine, I'm afraid I can't be cured. If the sect doesn't reimburse me at public expense, I will have to occupy ninety-nine percent of the Spirit Pool Peak! By the way, where is the beautiful nurse? "
Zhao Jiangyuan, who had just walked down the stage to maintain the loser's demeanor, could no longer bear it. He spurted out a mouthful of black blood and then fell unconscious.
—
The highly anticipated third match ended with the victory of Lingjian School.
This result was really beyond the expectation of many people. Although many people had speculated that Wang Lu could win before the match, few people could have guessed that Wang Lu would actually win the match with his real ability. Especially the tragic fight where he exchanged injury for injury, which was even more shocking. And he, a high-level Qi Cultivating Stage cultivator, actually had a physique that was far better than that of a sword cultivator who had crossed the threshold of Foundation Establishment! The body forging effect of this Non-Phase Method was simply unimaginable.
When the Elders of the two sects commented after the match, they also sighed with emotion about this match.
"Wang Lu has given us a wonderful performance in a fight where the weak wins the strong. Whether it's the preparation before the fight, the adaptability during the fight, or the desire to survive, he has shown a very high standard. Of course, Zhao Jiangyuan's performance is also very wonderful. This defeat is more or less due to the lack of luck. "
Yuan Chaonian's comment was not polite. "Zhao Jiangyuan lost in the choice of tactics. He was too afraid of the opponent playing tricks, so before the fight started, he lost his rational mentality and was anxious for quick results. Otherwise, he could have used his advantage in speed to engage in guerilla warfare, and his victory should have been within reach!"
In this regard, Zhan Ziye and Hai Yunfan, who drafted the tactics, were even more ashamed. They had considered all aspects, but they didn't consider that Wang Lu would actually accept the challenge in an upright manner! For the Ten Thousand Arts Sect who were good at pre-fight analysis, this was undoubtedly a great mistake, which could even be called a shame.
However, even the defeated Zhao Jiangyuan couldn't blame his Big Brother and Junior Brother. After all … the opponent was Wang Lu. Without personally standing on the stage to face him, it was difficult to understand the heart-palpitating pressure.
Never knowing his next step, never guessing his cards … Obviously, his cultivation base was not high, but it was like an insurmountable mountain, depressing, irritating, and irrational! Not long ago, when he besieged Wang Lu with his Limitless Sword Net, he was counterattacked by Wang Lu's Nameless Sword, causing his injury to rapidly accumulate … During this period, how could Zhao Jiangyuan not realize it? He was so eager to win that he couldn't care so much.
"This time, I wholeheartedly accept my loss. However, Senior Sister, you must avenge me."
The nearby Second Sister, Ye Feifei, nodded and said, "Don't worry, after watching the fight just now, I already know how to deal with him."
Zhao Jiangyuan reminded her, "Don't be careless, Senior Sister. His defensive ability is really strong, moreover …"
"Rest assured, I won't fight him recklessly." Ye Feifei smiled. Her smile was brimming with confidence, which dispelled Zhao Jiangyuan's concerns.
Although her brilliance was overshadowed by Big Brother Zhan Ziye, she was, after all, a rare immortal cultivation genius of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect. Moreover, objectively speaking, her fighting style should be able to perfectly restrain Wang Lu.
It could even be said that in the fight against an opponent like Wang Lu, Senior Sister's odds of winning should be higher than Big Brother's.
"Senior Sister, come on."
—
On the other side, after the end of the battle, Wang Lu fell into a strange dream.
In his impression, he only remembered that after he was seriously injured, he was carried off the stage. In order to recover faster, he chose to be in a coma. Before his consciousness disappeared, he was still sighing with emotion about the sharpness of the nameless sword. After that, he fell into a fog-like illusion.
Fragments of sound and light appeared in his mind in fragments, obscured by the dense fog. He could only vaguely make out that he was in a barren land. At the same time, there was a strong smell of blood that stimulated his five senses. Some people's roars came to his ears, but they were in a language that he couldn't understand.
After that, there was an overwhelming pain, both pain and heartache. That kind of torture was worse than death. It was thousands of times worse than the pain that Wang Lu suffered on the Cloud Platform. So much so that even though he knew that he was in an illusion, Wang Lu still couldn't control himself.
The great pain violently compressed him like a spring. It was like there was an extra layer of solid shell around him, airtight. However, under the pressure, there was a boiling resistance force. In the illusion, Wang Lu seemed to see lava and thunder, but he was still bound in the hard shell and couldn't break out.
Finally, when this force accumulated to the extreme, although it still couldn't break through the hard shell, it shook the whole shell and the world inside.
This shake woke Wang Lu up.
"Hey, you're still alive."
It was his master's voice.
"You slept very freely. But if you want to sleep again, you'd better go back to sleep. The stall has been closed."
Wang Lu frowned slightly and asked, "Master, I think I saw something just now."
"Tut, I exposed myself? No way? "
"Uh, I mean …"
Unfortunately, before Wang Lu could tell what happened in the illusion, he was interrupted by his master.
"Your loyal dog, the damn fatty, lost."
Wang Lu was shocked. He stood up and asked, "No way? I clearly gave him the brocade pouch! "
His master held a pot of sunflower-like strange flower. "Look at it yourself."
That pot of strange flower was infused with magical power. Its leaves unfolded, and the flower's stamen reflected the record of the fourth fight on the Cloud Platform when Wang Lu was unconscious.
While ridiculing, Wang Lu seriously watched the video, "Poor guy doesn't even have the money to buy a video?"
The two sides were the number two figure of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect, Ye Feifei, and the dead fatty Wen Bao from the Lingjian School.
This fight could be said to be the most disparity in strength between the two sides. From the start, there wasn't much suspense. Although after defeating Zhu Qin, Wen Bao proved that his strength was not weak, but in front of the number two figure of the Ten Thousand Arts Sect, he still couldn't talk about winning. Ye Feifei's characteristics were nimble, patient, and cautious. Coupled with her Foundation Establishment Stage magical power, she perfectly restrained Wen Bao's bravery. When he went on stage, Wen Bao didn't even dare to think about winning. Only Wang Lu had high expectations for the dead fatty...
However, after the start of the competition, Wen Bao quickly brought everyone a pleasant surprise. In the face of Ye Feifei's agile and nimble body technique, and the illusory technique that was hard to distinguish between real and fake, Wen Bao's choice was to charge forward like a pig, charge like a pig, charge like a pig, charge like a pig, charge like a pig, charge like a pig, charge like a pig.
That crazy, plough-like assault forced Ye Feifei into a rather awkward situation. Because her next opponent was Wang Lu, she didn't want to expose too many of her trump cards in advance. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to bring out her true abilities … She originally thought that this kind of brainless and ferocious character should be very easy to deal with. Although Wen Bao's offensive was fierce, his flaws were astonishingly large. In front of a Zhuji Stage cultivator, his Shield of Upstanding Qi alone was not enough. However, at this time, Wen Bao's entire body was shrouded in a layer of mournful blood color, and his resistance skyrocketed. Ye Feifei continuously tried to probe with her spells, but it was completely ineffective. On the other hand, the wind created by Wen Bao's sword grew increasingly ferocious. Sometimes, with a swing of his sword, the wind created by the sword would wreak havoc through a radius of tens of metres, causing the cultivators below to gape.
Was this guy really at the Qi Condensation stage?
Ye Feifei was also very surprised. She originally planned to defeat her opponent at the very least, so as not to expose her trump card too early. However, if she continued to fight like this, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to hide her trump card. Therefore, she very decisively used her trump card.
Flying.
Flying was the dream of countless mortals. People yearned for the flying sword of cultivators. However, for cultivators, flying was only really popularized after the Xudan Stage.
The simplest flying spell could be released by Qi Condensation stage cultivators. However, flying in the air was slow and clumsy, and there was no place to borrow strength. It was simply a live target that flew into the sky. It had no actual combat value. Only when one's magical power reached the Xudan Stage could one freely move in the air and have the ability to fly at high altitudes. Only then could this move be used in actual combat.
However, Ye Feifei, with her low-level Zhuji Stage cultivation base, soared into the sky and gracefully danced in the air. In the blink of an eye, she left behind more than ten afterimages. She was so fast that it was dazzling.
Before people could sigh with emotion at Ye Feifei's strength as the second trump card, Wen Bao fiercely waved his giant sword, setting off a raging tornado of sword qi, which completely destroyed all the afterimages left by Ye Feifei. Her real body was only able to survive by relying on a shield of dancing wind.
The wind stopped, and there was dead silence in the field.
"This is impossible!"
After witnessing this spectacle, many people roared in their hearts. No matter how good Wen Bao was at attacking, with his high-level Qi Condensation stage cultivation base, it was absolutely impossible for him to create such an amazing sword wind!
"How did you do it?"
"The brocade pouch."
"What's inside the brocade pouch?"
"The original smell left by a noble and elegant lady."
"..." Even the Non-Phase Peak Master, who had always been known for her moral integrity, felt deep admiration. "Unfortunately, the brocade pouch is the reason for his success, and the brocade pouch is also the reason for his failure."
The woman in white shook her head and motioned Wang Lu to continue watching.
The rest of the match was not long, only a few seconds.
When Wen Bao thought that he could win against the heaven, he once again opened the brocade pouch, trying to gain power from the original smell...
A fountain of blood gushed out from his nose. Wen Bao swayed a few times and then fell to the ground.
Wang Lu was also stunned for a long time.
"This good-for-nothing virgin …"
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