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The impact was not as immense as imagined; instead, it felt like solid ice meeting fierce fire, slowly melting away. Initially, the ice was extinguished by the water created from its melting, rather than the fire evaporating the water after melting the ice.
What appeared on the surface was merely a phenomenon; in essence, it was a misapplication of spiritual power. At this moment, Gu Ping possessed infinite Light Spirit Power as support, but Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, had a more refined control over the ice attribute spiritual power. That subtle manipulation made Tenglan's Frozen for a Thousand Miles even more condensed.
Gu Ping's resistance was indeed something others could not emulate. Relying on his vast spiritual power, he gradually drained Tenglan's energy. Such an approach seemed impractical, yet only someone like Gu Ping could afford to exhaust his opponent's power without being completely drained himself.
The Ice Giant Sword slowly shortened. When the distance between the two was less than a meter, Tenglan realized that he had lost the battle. The rise of the young man before him was unstoppable; within the academy, no one could stand in his way anymore.
Just as he prepared to retreat, Gu Ping suddenly withdrew the Bright Moon Wheel and kicked the remaining giant sword, now less than a meter long, into the air, looking at Tenglan with a hint of a smile.
I miscalculated one thing: my master did not send me back for my reputation alone. He believed that among the numerous disciples in the academy, there were certainly those stronger than me. However, if I defeated him, I would gain unparalleled prestige. He must have seen the expressions of those Elders to understand my master's true intention.
The academy had aged; after enduring countless storms over hundreds of thousands of years, that colossal entity could no longer bear its weary body to move forward. At this moment, the academy had reached a turning point in its fate—whether it would decline or thrive depended on its helmsman. Clearly, my master was not well-prepared for such a decision; thus, he decided to find a suitable candidate to determine the future direction of the academy.
Tenglan's expression stiffened; he did not expect his master to use such an inconspicuous detail to push a young person into position. Even more surprising was that this battle would end in his defeat despite pouring all his strength into it.
Gu Ping had won. From that moment on, Gu Ping would undoubtedly be recognized as the Eldest Disciple of the academy. Although Gu Ping knew there were certainly stronger individuals than Tenglan within the academy, no one could rival Tenglan's prestige there. That very prestige would shape tomorrow's Gu Ping and make him an unparalleled figure.
In tomorrow's battle, Tenglan finally understood. Now, his master struggled to carry the weary academy forward; it was no easy task. Perhaps since Yin Tianheng had left Mok Ming Academy, the institution began its decline. At this moment, suspended in Tian Zai and watching the two fight, his master bore heavily upon himself during this time of crisis for the academy while cautiously moving forward.
He was undoubtedly a qualified master. Although the glory from Yin Tianheng's era had faded away, he still managed to keep the academy safe amidst its decay. It was undeniable that each successive master played a crucial role in this regard.
What if he won tomorrow? Tenglan couldn't help but wonder.
If he lost, then the Master would surely find a way to pressure that young man and secretly offer him assistance. Perhaps he was planting a seed for the academy to continue existing in the Dust Realm.
If Bu Luo Gu Ping won, no one would be able to stop Gu Ping's rise. He had proven with his own strength that his ascent would be unstoppable.
Holding the shattered remnants of the Ice Giant Sword, Gu Ping fell to the ground and took steps toward the disciple who had just framed him, choking with fear.
That person was overwhelmed by terror; he couldn't understand why Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, would lose. In his mind, there was no way Tenglan could lose, and he believed he would be among the winners. But now that Tenglan had lost, he realized he would have to pay the price for it.
Before this, he had bet everything he owned on those elders, convinced that it was a gamble he could not lose. But what he didn't realize was that in gambling, there are always winners and losers. Now, he was the loser.
As a consequence, he would pay with his life.
But he didn't want to die; no one wants to die. That gamble could have allowed him to live better, but now he was facing death.
He turned his gaze toward Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, but when he saw Tenglan's cold eyes devoid of any emotion, he felt a deep despair. It was as if he were looking into the eyes of a corpse; at that moment, he finally understood his predicament.
If Gu Ping had lost, he might have lived. But since Gu Ping had won, then he should die. His death would allow everyone to believe that Gu Ping was silencing witnesses, making them think Gu Ping had killed Shi Tian. To those elders behind him, his death would be more valuable than his life.
But he didn't want to die; he wanted to live.
Bone Elder, save him!
Hearing that man's desperate cry, Gu Ping smiled and allowed him to fly toward Bone Elder without any obstruction. The smile on his face was as radiant as the red moon in the sky at that moment.
"Bone Elder, save him! If not, if not, he will seek to kill him to silence him. He is just a murderous madman!"
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