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Is the advantage completely gone?
Lin Qiubai chuckled, not wanting to explain, nor did he need to.
Instead, he watched with great interest as the heron-like figure drifted around the Arena, resembling a celestial crane soaring through the clouds.
Occasionally, delicate white feathers fell from the sky, creating ripples of vitality in the void.
Since the heron was also dressed in a long white robe, the multitude of white shadows in the air blended seamlessly with the falling feathers, providing mutual cover.
The white feathers floated lightly, as if...
If a single feather were to penetrate the enemy's body, the heron would instantly appear behind it, executing a seamless strike.
Indeed, this Movement Technique is both offensive and defensive, versatile and unpredictable.
No wonder the heron could rank among the top thirty in the Central Sand State.
With such a Movement Technique, combined with peak Origin Realm cultivation and commendable Martial Arts skills,
its strength could contend with those at the Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm. It was even slightly more formidable than Jian Wushuang.
While Lin Qiubai was deep in thought, the confident laughter of the heron echoed:
"Make your move. If you are still not ready to give up struggling, then... you will surely lose..."
Hearing this, the hundreds of thousands of spectators in the Arena let out a sigh of relief, all leaning forward, holding their breath, waiting for Lin Qiubai to be utterly defeated and humiliated.
"It seems he can't even win against Mu He. If that's the case, the top ten young Heavenly Pride on the Central Sand State Leaderboard could easily defeat him a thousand times over."
A mocking smile appeared on the faces of several Heavenly Pride beside Zhong Yue.
"Another joke from Northern Liang Province! Haha, I can already imagine people discussing this everywhere..."
"Mu He is bound to win!"
However, Zhong Yue shook his head, arriving at an astonishing conclusion.
Upon hearing this, the nineteen Heavenly Pride looked at him in disbelief.
How is this possible!?
"Brother Mu He clearly has the upper hand; Lin Qiubai can't even catch Brother Mu He's movements..."
Zhong Yue remained silent, his expression grave as he focused intently on the figure in the Arena that filled him with a sense of crisis, trying to predict Lin Qiubai's next move.
But there was nothing but emptiness.
He couldn't see through it, nor could he guess.
Zhong Yue's brows furrowed deeply. A hint of shock appeared on his face.
He once obtained a scroll of Low-Rank King-Level Martial Arts: Subtle Analysis Technique in the secret realm of Sect.
Although he had only grasped the basics, the ability to analyze and deduce intricately gave Zhong Yue a significant advantage in battles.
As a result, Zhong Yue firmly held the eleventh position on the Leaderboard.
If he were to cultivate the Subtle Analysis Technique to a minor success, it would likely be no problem for him to break into the top ten.
However, even so, he could clearly understand every move and action of Mu He.
But Lin Qiubai, standing in the center of the Arena, breathed steadily, his gaze calm as a lake, without any fluctuations. This made Zhong Yue feel as if he were an ant observing a mountain.
"Brother Zhong, are you mistaken? The situation in the arena is already quite clear. That Lin Qiubai has become overconfident and fallen into Mu He's Three Thousand White Feathers. It is said that if his Three Thousand White Feathers takes shape, even the top ten experts would have to retreat!"
"Well, even the wisest can make mistakes. It's understandable that Brother Zhong has stumbled once."
The Heavenly Pride individuals were skeptical of Zhong Yue's assertion. However, it was well-known that he was famous for his keen eyesight.
Thus, they coldly watched the immovable figure in the arena. What kind of hidden strength did he possess that allowed him to be so arrogant?
Mu He's Three Thousand White Feathers surrounded Lin Qiubai heavily, like a giant cocoon.
Yet Lin Qiubai merely smiled disdainfully. The pure white fabric was torn open by a blood-red crack, which rapidly spread and shattered the Three Thousand White Feathers into disarray.
Mu He suddenly revealed his figure in the air, his confident smile mixed with a hint of disbelief.
How is this possible?
His prideful Three Thousand White Feathers could not be so easily broken by any of the top ten Heavenly Pride youths from Central Sand State!
"Is this it? Central Sand State's strength?"
Lin Qiubai stood with his hands behind his back, his white robe billowing without wind, under the astonished gazes of the crowd.
Stunned!
Tens of thousands were simultaneously taken aback.
The joy that was about to erupt was abruptly choked back.
They lost!
The hundreds of thousands of spectators could only express their shock through a collective gasp.
And below the Arena, Zhong Yue, who was fixated on Lin Qiubai, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
His breath was at its lowest point.
The faces of several Heavenly Pride individuals still chatting and laughing below the Arena instantly turned ashen.
Looking at Mu He lying on the ground, I then glanced at Zhong Yue, who had just spat out a mouthful of blood.
Suddenly, as if realizing something, the pallor on his face deepened slightly.
The last time Brother Zhong spat blood...
It seemed to be during the battle between Qiao Liangyu and the core disciple of Qilin Shengzong.
At that time, Qiao Liangyu had firmly suppressed that true core disciple. Brother Zhong Yue, wanting to gauge Qiao Liangyu's depth, forcibly activated his divination technique, resulting in him spitting out blood...
Now, after a year of refinement, Brother Zhong Yue must have mastered the divination technique even more thoroughly. Yet, facing Lin Qiubai, he still spat out blood. Does this not imply that Lin Qiubai is as unfathomable as Qiao Liangyu?
As the hearts of the Heavenly Pride surged with waves of shock,
A tall figure slowly emerged from the crowd. He had been standing there unnoticed, and even when he walked down to the Arena, no one paid attention.
But when he leaped onto the Arena, everyone held their breath.
Because it was none other than...
Before anyone could react to who it was,
From behind that figure, Nine Vitality Dragons suddenly shot out.
These colossal dragons were over ten meters long and appeared incredibly vivid, as if sculpted from dazzling jade, radiating countless rays of light behind the young man. It was blinding to behold.
"Sing..."
The young man spread his palm, gripping the long knife.
Nine colossal dragons intertwined and spiraled down, merging into the silver long knife, causing its blade to shift from silver to a deep crimson.
"That's... Qiao Liangyu! The Liang Yudao in his hand was forged by him personally, tempered with blood. The blade appears dark and dull, but when activated, it turns bright red. It is said that many have perished at his hands, including those from the Dual Realm of Yuan Dan and the Brutal Bandit!"
The tens of thousands of spectators erupted in astonishment.
They never expected that before all the top ten contenders had even appeared, last year's champion would make a sudden entrance.
The atmosphere above the entire Arena became tense, with everyone's gaze fixated solely on that crimson blade.
"One strike! Let you know that the Central Sand State cannot be insulted!"
Qiao Liangyu's words were concise.
In an instant, he leaped onto the Arena, delivering a slash from afar.
Hundreds of thousands of Yuan Dan Realm Warriors shed tears simultaneously. The brilliance was simply too blinding.
Suddenly, a fierce wind swept through the entire Arena, and the world darkened. A black blade light shot toward Lin Qiubai with lightning speed, almost too fast to perceive.
"How powerful!"
In the Yuan Dan Realm, the low-level warriors present were filled with dread; even they could only await their doom in the face of that figure!
Boom!
With a thunderous sound, the protective array surrounding the Arena shattered, as if the Sky itself had been sliced apart, turning into fragments that fell.
The ground of the Arena, sturdy enough to withstand a million-pound impact, was now covered in a spiderweb pattern of cracks.
These cracks varied in size, some as thin as an arm and others as thick as a waist. They crisscrossed in a dense network.
At the spot where Lin Qiubai stood, a bottomless pit had appeared.
From the dark opening, wisps of smoke emerged.
"One strike, suppression! Truly worthy of Qiao Liangyu!"
As they gazed at the silent Arena, many warriors snapped out of their shock. They soon exclaimed in delight.
"Although lethal force cannot be used in the Arena, this strike will surely leave Lin Qiubai injured for at least a hundred days."
"This is the price of arrogance..."
Schadenfreude echoed through the crowd; after all, Lin Qiubai's actions had left them feeling stifled for far too long...
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