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The legs of the Golden Core Cultivator and the Foundation Establishment Period Cultivator were completely different; the latter simply lacked the strength to unleash the full power of a magical artifact. All they could manage were basic offensive and defensive maneuvers. In contrast, the legs of the Golden Core Cultivator could transform a magical artifact into something that seemed real yet was not, while Bu Luo remained unaware, merely a lifeless entity.
At that moment, the Pseudo-Moral Heavenly Book manifested as Majestic Mountains, spanning the distance between Gu Ping and Zhang Qian. To an outsider, it appeared that there was about ten steps between them, but Gu Ping, being in the midst of it all, understood that the distance was infinitely magnified. Contrary to Gu Ping's expectations, Zhang Qian's spells could actually be hurled across the barrier formed by the Moral Book. This left Gu Ping and Yi Dongzi feeling extremely passive, as if they were now on the receiving end of Zhang Qian's relentless pursuit.
Zhang Qian unleashed spell after spell—Small Lightning Technique, Small Mountain Technique, Small Whirlwind Technique—and most infuriatingly, he executed a Mud Swamp Technique that turned the ground into a quagmire, severely limiting Gu Ping's ability to approach his Coco.
Xuanming's junior brother remarked, "I don't deny it." It was such a careless mistake; after finally getting to see Zhang Qian being pressured for once, how had the tables turned so quickly?
The girl who spoke was named Su He; she had only entered the Outer Court last year but had already reached the Foundation Establishment Period level of cultivation in just one year—she was clearly a little genius.
It seemed that Zhang Qian's analysis held some truth. Xuanming's junior brother had entered the academy relatively late and hadn't mastered some basic spells. Relying on spells to bully Xuanming's junior brother was likely the best strategy.
Wen Tian sighed nearby; Zhang Qian's sudden reversal of fortune left those hoping to see him fail quite displeased. They all wished Gu Ping could muster some spirit and hoped he had some trump card up his sleeve.
"What do you think?" The senior sister asked Xiazhi, who was not far from her.
"I think Xuanming's junior brother will lose," Xiazhi replied with her eyes squinted in a smile, giving off an impression of being a very cheerful girl.
"I don't think highly of him either," the senior sister murmured more to herself.
"That won't happen," he said. He had heard Zhang Qian analyze Junior Brother and felt confident things wouldn't end so poorly. Wen Shiren had wanted to say more but swallowed his words instead.
Those who had been discussing were now wide-eyed in shock. What had happened? How did Zhang Qian's Moral Book fly back? Where did all those spells he had just cast go? Now, on the battlefield, only the Mud Swamp Technique remained active, and Zhang Qian hadn't recited any incantations since. What was going on? Had Zhang Qian lost?
In that moment, Zhang Qian knew exactly what had just happened. He forced a bitter smile as he looked at Gu Ping, waiting for the moment when Gu Ping would send him flying with a punch.
Just moments ago, when Zhang Qian felt victory was within his grasp and wanted to finish the battle with a true Thunder Technique, he suddenly realized that his spiritual energy output had been interrupted. Unable to complete the Thunder Technique, he was hit by a backlash that left him without any spiritual energy for at least a minute. The energy surrounding him fell into chaos, completely beyond his control.
This situation felt like Coco; it meant he had fallen victim to a spell called Spell Termination, which could easily be mastered even by disciples at the Foundation Establishment Stage. The incantation took only about ten seconds to chant. But what had just happened? A complete lack of incantation and no visible gestures had led to his Thunder Technique being interrupted by a Spiritual Feedback. It was as if it were a tactical deception that had worked flawlessly.
First, he used a strong melee attack to make Gu Ping think he wouldn’t cast any spells. Then, with passive defense, he felt assured of victory. The initial instant Spiritual Feedback had drained him of energy. Had everything been pre-arranged? That was terrifying, especially the suddenness of the Spiritual Feedback; it was almost divine intervention that ended the battle.
Why hadn’t he managed to knock Gu Ping down? Over ten seconds had passed, and Zhang Qian felt something was off. He watched as Gu Ping slightly bowed and then walked toward the senior sister.
He admitted defeat.
What?
He couldn’t have heard that right.
The battle ended in such a dramatic fashion, once again defying everyone’s expectations. They all thought Gu Ping would humiliate Zhang Qian, but just when they believed Zhang Qian was making a comeback, suddenly his spells vanished. At first, Zhang Qian seemed to have lost all strength, and Junior Brother Gu Ping admitted defeat. It truly was a rollercoaster of events.
Why admit defeat? Mingdu asked as he approached.
It was unbelievable; it seemed like an easy win. I could have walked right up to him and punched him in the face; there was no way he could have hit me back! someone added from the side.
How could he admit defeat? The senior sister also thought Gu Ping should have won instead.
Those who asked Gu Ping about it were initially taken aback, but after a while, they realized that Zhang Qian had not moved for quite some time. They recalled the term "Spell Termination" related to "Spiritual Feedback."
Everyone had witnessed Zhang Qian casting the Thunder Technique, hoping to summon real thunder from the sky, which had already gathered dark clouds. It turned out that Bei Qinping's interruption would definitely result in a strong backlash of spiritual energy, making it impossible to cast any spells for at least a minute. So why did Gu Ping concede when victory seemed assured?
He had run out of spiritual energy.
Zhang Qian, who had just approached to ask Gu Ping why he conceded, nearly stumbled and fell upon hearing Gu Ping's excuse. It felt as if countless wild horses were galloping through his mind.
Running out of spiritual energy sounded like a reasonable explanation, but it simply didn't hold up for Gu Ping. Just moments ago, he had unleashed such a fierce attack without any sign of lacking energy. How could he suddenly find himself completely drained at such a critical moment? It was as if he was trying to sell a story to a ghost.
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