Ye Futian walked to the center of the huge battlefield and looked at Zhuge Ping, who had a frivolous smile on his face.
As a proud member of the Zhuge Family, Zhuge Ping was naturally confident in his own abilities, especially when facing someone in the Arcana Plane. He did not fight to be selected by the Holy Zhi Palace. After all, defeating someone of a lower plane would not allow him to display his own talents. However, he still chose Ye Futian as his first opponent.
The reason was naturally because of Hua Jieyu. She was a Divine Spiritual Sorcerer cultivated by the Zhuge family, and she was also very beautiful. If the guy before him took advantage of her, he would not be happy, and so would many youths of the Zhuge family.
As such, when Zhuge Xing asked him to fight, he walked out without hesitation. This battle was purely to let Hua Jieyu see that Ye Futian was not worthy of her.
Ye Futian, of course, knew why Zhuge Ping fought. He could not think of any other reason besides Hua Jieyu.
With Hua Jieyu's looks, there must be many in the Zhuge family who were interested in her.
Ye Futian smiled and cupped his hands. "Ye Futian, ninth level of the Arcana Plane, half a step into the Noble Plane. Please advise me."
"The Arcana Plane is the Arcana Plane, and the Noble Plane is the Noble Plane. I've never heard of someone half a step into the Noble Plane." Zhuge Ping said plainly, "Zhuge Ping of the Zhuge family, Grade Nine Noble Plane. I'll teach you well."
As soon as he finished, lightning flashed, and in an instant, a world of lightning appeared in Ye Futian's mind. Thunder roared in the middle of the battlefield, wrapping the entire space in an instant and pressing down on Ye Futian. At the same time, Zhuge Ping's body disappeared from where he stood. Everyone only saw an illusion of lightning.
"Thunder Illusion Body Technique."
Everyone looked at Zhuge Ping. As expected, he moved as fast as lightning.
Ye Futian saw a lightning finger coming towards him, pointing at the center of his brow. With this point, there seemed to be a terrifying lightning bolt piercing through the air. Terrifying will pressure appeared in Ye Futian's mind, as if he was about to be pierced by this finger. It was even faster and fiercer than a sharp sword.
"Thunder Finger." Many people looked at Zhuge Ping's actions. The Zhuge family was one of the two top forces in the Barren State that specialized in lightning power. The other force was the Thunder Courtyard of Zhongzhou City.
Zhu Geping's attack was too fast. His body and spirit became one, as if he had truly turned into a bolt of lightning.
"Although Zhuge Ping is a little arrogant, his abilities are still very good," Zhuge Canyang said softly in the direction of the Holy Zhi Palace.
At that moment, the light of the Thunder Court also appeared on Ye Futian's body. He used the Thundering Illusion Step and retreated in an instant, appearing far away as if he had teleported. Zhuge Ping's Thunder Finger fell and the place where Ye Futian had been standing was pierced by a terrifying light of catastrophe. If he had been hit, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Zhuge Ping frowned. He had wanted to crush Ye Futian in the most direct way, but his attack had missed. Ye Futian's speed was very fast.
A bolt of lightning flashed and Zhuge Ping disappeared once again. He reached out to grab Ye Futian, and in an instant, streaks of lightning wrapped around Ye Futian's body like countless tentacles.
Earth-elemental light flashed in front of Ye Futian and turned into a huge meteorite. The Thunder Court shattered it, but Ye Futian continued to retreat.
"What kind of fighting style is this? If it's like this, it's a little ugly." Many people looked at Ye Futian. Although he was very fast, he had been avoiding fighting Zhuge Ping head-on. While it was because his plane was low, it was still somewhat dishonorable to fight in such a way on a stage like this.
Is this all the man Hua Jieyu likes?
Zhuge Xing looked at Ye Futian and was rather disappointed. He had thought that Ye Futian would have been more outstanding.
Lightning covered the sky on the battlefield, but Ye Futian had never faced it head-on. He had been dodging and defending. Zhuge Ping seemed to be slower than Ye Futian, which made him angry. He released his Life Spirit and illusions of lightning appeared in an instant. It was the ultimate skill of the Zhuge family, the Thousand Thundering Illusions.
In an instant, many illusions of Zhuge Ping appeared on the battlefield, bathing in the terrifying light of lightning and surrounding Ye Futian.
Soon, many of Zhuge Ping's illusions appeared around Ye Futian, and all of them said at the same time, "Where else can you run to?"
Lightning flooded the sky and earth. Bolts of lightning lashed at Ye Futian, as if it was a Lightning Catastrophe.
At the very next moment, many of Zhuge Ping's illusions charged at Ye Futian at the same time. Every illusion seemed to be imbued with the attacking power of the real body. The Lightning Catastrophe Finger was unleashed. Looking at Ye Futian, who was standing still, many people thought that the battle was finally over.
However, a mist suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and an extreme chill descended on the place. Zhuge Ping felt as if his blood had slowed down. The entire world seemed to have slowed down, and everything seemed to have slowed down. Not only that, but a terrifying gravitational will fell on him, making him even slower.
Ye Futian stood there quietly. He raised his hand, and purplish-golden lightning wrapped around his arm. His gaze landed in a certain direction, causing Zhuge Ping's expression to tense up. He actually felt threatened. How was Ye Futian able to identify his real body with a single glance?
Bang! Ye Futian stomped on the ground, and a bolt of lightning bloomed beneath his feet. Everyone could only see an afterimage of lightning that was even faster than before. Zhuge Ping wanted to respond, but his mind and body seemed to have become sluggish. He could only watch as Ye Futian passed by him, and the power of lightning on his arm landed on his body. In an instant, his entire body was covered in purple-gold lightning. His mind went numb, and his body could not stop convulsing.
The Thousand Thundering Illusions dissipated, leaving only Zhu Geping's true body behind. Everyone saw Zhu Geping's body fall from the sky. His twitching body landed on the ground with a soft thud. Ye Futian stood above his head, the lightning power on his arm disappearing.
He had defeated Zhuge Ping with the power of lightning.
He did not move, but when he moved, he would definitely kill.
Ye Futian had actually won.
Zhuge Ping came to his senses and looked up at Ye Futian in the sky. He said coldly, "You deliberately showed weakness?"
In that last attack, he clearly felt several different kinds of powerful noble wills.
"I reminded you, half a step into the Noble Plane. Thank you for letting me win." Ye Futian smiled and cupped his hands. Then, his body flashed and left the battlefield. In this battle, Zhuge Ping was the challenger. Zhuge Ping had to stay on the battlefield to be judged.
"Despicable." The people of the Zhuge Family looked at Ye Futian angrily. He had shown weakness and suddenly burst out with a lightning attack, causing Zhuge Ping to underestimate his opponent and lose.
Many people had strange expressions. Other than Ye Futian's last attack, this battle was indeed not spectacular. Zhuge Ping did not even show his battle talent and was defeated in an instant.
On the contrary, in this battle, it only served to highlight his arrogance and underestimation of his opponent.
They looked towards the Holy Zhi Palace and saw that there, many people's eyes fell on Zhuge Ping.
"Is there anyone willing to take him in?" the elder on the sky stairwell asked.
"He underestimated his opponent and was arrogant during the battle. He did not show any of his strengths," someone said softly. Zhuge Ping's expression was extremely ugly.
"I'm indeed a little disappointed. Next," someone else said.
"Yes." The elder on the sky stairwell nodded. "He underestimated his opponent and lost to an Arcana Plane cultivator. There is no need to give him a chance to continue fighting. Since there is no one to choose, he is eliminated."
"Eliminated."
The two words were like thunder on a clear day. Zhuge Ping was the pride of the Zhuge Family. Having made it this far, he was already a candidate. He should have been able to enter the Holy Zhi Palace.
However, he was ruled out. He was eliminated in the first battle and was not chosen.
This was simply humiliating.
"Senior, could you give me another chance to challenge?" Zhuge Ping looked towards the Holy Zhi Palace.
The elder on the sky stairwell shook his head and said, "Leave the battlefield."
Countless people looked at Zhuge Ping in the battlefield and felt the cruelty of this selection. At this point, any battle would have to be fought with all their strength. Zhuge Ping might have been qualified to enter the Holy Zhi Palace to cultivate, and even the cultivators of the Holy Zhi Palace knew this. However, a poor performance was still a poor performance, and he was not given a second chance.
Zhuge Ping looked at Ye Futian with an extremely cold expression, then walked out of the battlefield. The arrogance from before was nowhere to be seen.
Zhuge Xing's expression was sharp as he stared at Ye Futian.
However, Ye Futian had a faint smile on his face and stood there calmly, looking in Zhuge Xing's direction as well. That look made Zhuge Xing feel that Ye Futian was doing this on purpose. He was using this method to humiliate Zhuge Ping and eliminate him.
How presumptuous.
In the Holy Zhi Palace's direction, Zhuge Mingyue smiled faintly. Little Brother is still Little Brother, as cute as ever. I'm sure Zhuge Ping won't forget this lesson.
"Although he won, he seems to be lacking something. He doesn't have the spirit of a top-notch cultivator," Zhuge Canyang said plainly.
"There are always some people in this world who are different. Don't use your way of thinking to measure everything. The spirit you want, you'll naturally see it," Zhuge Mingyue said plainly.
At that moment, in Ye Futian's direction.
"You did it on purpose?" Hua Jieyu stood beside him and chuckled. She naturally knew that Ye Futian's abilities were not limited to this. He definitely did not use his full strength in the battle against Zhuge Ping.
"How could I? I'm such an honest person," Ye Futian said with a smile, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes when he looked at Zhuge Ping.
He had heard from Mu Zhiqiu about the rules of the final selection. The Holy Zhi Palace might still give the loser a second chance if his performance was outstanding enough or if his opponent was too strong and he was defeated in an instant. For example, there were people like Huang Jiuge and Bai Ze on the battlefield. If one were to fight against them, it would be difficult to show off one's true strength.
However, the battle between him and Zhuge Ping was different. He had always been at a disadvantage, and it was only at the last moment that he managed to counterattack. Zhuge Ping had underestimated his opponent and was of a higher plane, so it was only natural that he was eliminated.
The Zhuge family wanted to humiliate him in such a way and let Jieyu see it. In that case, he would naturally fulfill their wish.
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