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In the Northern Underworld, there is water, known as Weak Water. Yet, it has caused countless cultivators great difficulty, with only one clan standing proudly amidst the Weak Water—the Xiao Family, led by Xiao Beishui.
This situation could be likened to a mantis trying to stop a chariot. A cruel smile spread across Xiao Beishui's face as he gazed at the five individuals from Yan Zhen's group ahead of him.
No one had ever dared to underestimate him on the battlefield, yet these five insignificant figures before him had done just that.
Yan Zhen and his companions calmly observed the distant Xiao North Water Squad. In just a few short days, through their careful inquiries, they had learned about several prominent figures within the Supreme Academy.
Xiao Beishui was not among the most outstanding, but he had made a notable mark in the War Department, evident from the imposing aura of the team he led.
Those from Zuo Wang Peak never looked up to anyone nor did they belittle anyone.
After silently observing for a while, Yan Zhen glanced at his companions.
"Let's get started!"
With that, he slowly drew the Great Guardian Sword into his hands. One by one, his companions followed suit, each wielding their own magical treasures and spiritual artifacts.
Except for Yan Zhen, all of the others had upgraded their weapons through Zuo Dao's enhancements.
Teng Chong's Demon Shield had now transformed into the Guardian Shield.
The flat Rending Claw remained as Rending Claw.
Yan Zi's Demon-Breaking Gauntlets and Yan Hong's Demon Binding Ring had become the Break Fist Gauntlet and Rings, respectively.
Xiao Beishui quietly observed the movements of the opposing team, making no preparations of his own. Although it seemed that his side had a significant advantage with a hundred against five, he knew in his heart that if it came down to a one-on-one situation, none of his subordinates from the Squad would stand a chance against the other party.
The battlefield map was set in mountainous terrain, which was quite unfavorable for group combat. However, it provided an excellent environment for individual assaults. Even though he was aware that this was a scheme orchestrated by Luo Huaxing, Xiao Beishui felt no resentment. His side already held a considerable advantage; if they were also to benefit from the terrain, he would truly have no face to fight this battle.
As he lost himself in thought, the five opponents suddenly sprang into action.
Led by Yan Zhen, the five charged forward in an instant. There was no grandiose display of power; only silence and speed.
Xiao Beishui's pupils constricted—how fast! He hadn’t expected them to charge first. It seemed some of his arrangements had lost their effectiveness.
“Strangle,” he coldly uttered two words before his figure melded into the Squad.
The entire North Water Squad erupted with an overwhelming momentum, surging toward Yan Zhen and the others.
Using sheer force to intimidate.
Once on the battlefield, all tactics were aboveboard. Xiao Beishui aimed to use the momentum of a hundred people to shatter the opponent's confidence and disrupt their morale.
A creature resembling a dragon or a flood dragon materialized above the Squad, and it seemed as if the entire North Water Squad had vanished, transforming into a vast expanse of water.
“Weak Water Classic.” This was the family’s ancestral Cultivation Method of the Xiao Clan. Perhaps Xiao Beishui was one of the less proficient members in practicing the Weak Water Classic within his family, but when it came to its application, he was undoubtedly the best among them.
By combining the Weak Water Classic with the Squad's momentum and strength, he formed a barrier akin to Weak Water. Anyone who charged into this barrier would be affected; their agility, reflexes, spiritual energy, and the speed of their energy circulation would all be significantly diminished.
At the same time, Weak Water acted like a mirror, capable of reflecting most ranged attacks. This phenomenon was created by merging the essence and spirit of a hundred individuals. From an outside perspective, it appeared inconspicuous; only those who found themselves ensnared within could truly feel its power.
Yan Zhen and the others had not felt such excitement in a long time. Their usual Ruckus did not reflect their true abilities, nor did it allow them to fully express themselves.
As they observed the changes within the North Water Squad, the five of them maintained their speed, charging straight into the fray where Xiao Beishui was located.
An ancient saying goes: "Weak Water surrounds it; a feather cannot float; it cannot be surpassed."
Seeing Yan Zhen and the others take the initiative to attack, the Cultivators watching from outside were left speechless. In response to Jiang Yuqi's questioning gaze, Zuo Dao ignored it entirely, busy chatting with the Three Women. Meanwhile, the Seven Unruly Disciples focused intently on everything happening inside the arena. They too were eager to discover what remarkable qualities these young masters possessed.
In an instant, they reached their destination. Yan Zhen transformed from his earlier calm demeanor, a surge of dominating aura erupting from within him. The Weak Water Dragon dimmed slightly under this overwhelming presence.
Xiao Beishui felt as if he had been struck by a massive boulder hurtling toward him at high speed; he nearly spat out blood from the impact. Was this really a Concentration Realm Cultivator? He was a hundred Robber Monks after all; although he wasn't particularly distinguished within the Robbery Realm, it was still the Robbery Realm. How could he be unable to withstand the pressure from a Concentration Realm Cultivator?
Before he could regain his composure, a series of attacks rained down upon him.
The outside Cultivators felt as if they were witnessing a visual feast.
First, Yan Zhen's golden sword energy sliced through like a Great Dao directly striking the Weak Water Mirror formed by the North Water Squad. The tranquil "mirror surface" instantly rippled with waves. Before those waves could settle, a massive Earth Yellow mountain descended directly upon it—this was Teng Chong's Guardian Shield.
Like a traveler moving through the world, traces of Yan Zhen were left at various points on the Weak Water Mirror. The Rending Claw's slicing attribute was showcased to its fullest extent, making the entire mirror surface appear as if it had been bombarded by countless pebbles.
Next, without hesitation, Yan Zi delivered a punch that landed squarely on Teng Chong's Guardian Shield. Just as everyone began to doubt what they were witnessing, they saw the Guardian Shield sink further down onto Yan Zhen's sword energy.
A soft hissing sound echoed, resonating even with the Cultivators outside.
The entire Squad's setup of the Weak Water Mirror shattered like reflections of the moon in water being disturbed by stones thrown into it.
From the moment Yan Zhen launched the attack until the "Weak Water Mirror" was shattered, only a few breaths had passed. Each move was intricately connected, leaving the enemy no chance to catch their breath.
The Northern Water Battle Division truly lived up to its reputation as an invincible War Department on the battlefield. Although they were currently just a Squad, they remained composed even in the face of adversity.
Xiao Beishui's counterattack was even more ferocious. The breaking of the "Weak Water Mirror" felt like a release from the deep shackles that had bound them. "Strike!"
With his fierce shout, the entire Squad revealed their fangs. Each member shed their disguise, and in an instant, brilliant gems sparkled across the battlefield. The equipment worn by each team member was nothing short of luxurious, and astonishingly, this Squad was uniformly outfitted.
Ox Dragon Armor served as their main defense, capable of withstanding the full force of a hundred Robber Monks' attacks.
The Falling Abyss Dragon Spear was their primary weapon, crafted from Dragon Claw materials, imbued with potent poison and corrosive properties.
The Star Turtle Shield and their boots were all top-tier items.
Cultivators outside the battlefield couldn't help but drool with envy.
That wasn’t just one set; it was a full hundred sets. Several Lords of the Mansion exchanged knowing glances at Dawn.
"This is also newly equipped gear from my War God Academy, which hasn’t yet been deployed on the battlefield. Now is a perfect opportunity to test their power," Dawn said nonchalantly.
Those who heard him couldn’t help but curse inwardly. Test? What nonsense! A hundred people against five, armed with top-tier equipment—if you weren’t embarrassed, we certainly were.
With one spear or ten spears attacking, Yan Zhen’s five could still be disregarded; however, now there were a hundred dragon spears bearing down on them with destructive force.
The four quickly retreated, and at that moment, Yan Zhen finally spoke up.
"Yan Hong."
From the beginning of the battle, the only one who had not made a move, Yan Hong, sprang into action upon hearing Yan Zhen's call.
With that movement, she vanished like a shadow in the sunlight, and when she reappeared, it was already above Yan Zhen and the other three.
"Circle." Her clear voice rang out, and as those two words spread, a green curtain appeared before the five. The essence of countless creatures on the battlefield transformed into power and surged into this curtain.
Finally, someone among the Nine Lords could no longer remain calm.
"What a Wood Element Cultivator! What an impressive Wood Element Spell! This woman is truly talented; she has managed to merge the Cloud and Rain Technique, the Transformation Technique, and the Wood Armor Technique to create an entirely new Spell. Truly remarkable." It was the Tenth Lord, Xi Qingyun, who oversaw Spell development.
Luo Huaxing opened his mouth but held back, continuing to watch the battle unfold.
The Cultivators outside also witnessed this scene, especially those with Wood Element spiritual energy. They felt a spark of inspiration as some of their doubts were resolved.
"This is the famous Weak Water Three Thousand Strikes from the Northern Water Battle Division. It appears to be a single strike, but it actually consists of thousands of strikes. Their coordination and fusion are simply too swift, creating the illusion of just one blow. This has always been their killing move; I didn't expect them to use it so quickly." One Cultivator remarked.
Only Xiao Beishui understood the true meaning behind Weak Water Three Thousand Strikes; all attacks were feigned, with the only genuine strike coming from himself. It wasn't that the entire Squad's attacks were false; rather, the real decisive blow was delivered by him.
The Wood Element represents vitality, while the North Water Squad's attacks symbolize death. This was a collision between life and death; determining which was stronger or weaker could not be discerned from just this one strike.
Like summer flowers in full bloom, a sense of parting between life and death blossomed on the battlefield. Before even getting close, they were already overwhelmed by the iron-blooded aura emanating from the North Water Squad members.
The battlefield was inherently a cruel place. Having grown accustomed to witnessing life and death repeatedly, they had become numb to the feelings surrounding mortality.
As Yan Zhen and the others devoured all the energy around them like a whale swallowing water, a Yin Yang Fish formed behind their heads.
This was the great wisdom between life and death. Yan Zhen and his companions directly used the energy of life and death to impact and cleanse their minds, simultaneously employing the Supreme Ascension Spell taught by Zuo Dao, seizing every opportunity to elevate their Realm during battle.
Upon witnessing this scene, Dawn could no longer remain seated. He stood up, his expression tense as he gazed at the Water Screen. Tai Shu Wudi, seeing this, burst into loud laughter.
"Impressive! Not only are they ruthless against their enemies, but they are also harsh on themselves. To dare to cultivate with the energy of life and death, especially in the midst of battle—this puts a significant portion of our Supreme Academy's so-called talents to shame!"
Xiao Beishui watched this unfold, cold sweat trickling down his back. He was uncertain whether his previous strike had any effect and was further astonished by the opponent's grand demeanor.
The Yin Yang Fish swirled, quickly forming a halo behind the five of them. At the same time, expressions of great sages appeared on their faces.
No anger, no rage, selfless and formless; they experienced great freedom within themselves and great leisure in the world.
"The appearance of a sage."
At that moment, Luo Huaxing seemed to expend tremendous effort to utter these words one by one.
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