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As they approached the entrance of the Universe Hall, Zhu Lan suddenly asked Jiang Anbo a question, causing Jiang Anbo's expression to darken.
"Come on, he's looking at me, haha!"
A group of onlookers followed closely behind the three, eager to see Jiang Anbo and Gu Ping make fools of themselves. Gu Ping had already embarrassed himself enough, but it seemed that Dong Lai wasn't paying much attention.
It appeared that this guy wasn't very famous; there weren't many people around.
Gu Ping glanced around and realized that the Grand Arena resembled a small secret realm. In the center was a Floating Arena, with all the seats positioned far from the arena itself. The scenes within the arena changed constantly, which intrigued Gu Ping somewhat.
What should I do? I don't deny it. If Heavenly Ranking High Leg were to appear personally, I guarantee even Integration Stage Great Masters would show up. Should I give it a try?
Jiang Anbo finally managed to gather his thoughts and directed a remark at Gu Ping.
I don't really want anything anymore; he can give it a shot right now. What do you think?
"Let's get started," Zhu Lan said as he walked over to remind them.
Please.
Please.
The two of them stepped into the arena, where Bu Luo coincidentally transformed the scene into a desert landscape. It seemed that Jiang Anbo had gained some advantage.
It looked like the arena didn't want to help me after all.
Jiang Anbo spoke as his leg swung the Blazing Sword in front of Zhu Lan.
Brother certainly had a bit of confidence.
A pair of slender, clean hands stretched out, surprisingly managing to block Jiang Anbo's sword with a slow but deliberate motion, followed by a surge of green bamboo shooting up from the ground, separating the two.
There were two Dongzi.
With a sweep of his right leg, a massive sea of fire descended from the sky, igniting the entire bamboo forest. The roaring flames cast a blood-red glow on both their faces.
It seemed that he was seeking some advantage.
Jiang Anbo's sword stirred up the sea of fire, and the sword light surged through the flames toward Zhu Lan, the intense heat making it unbearable even from outside the battlefield.
That was said a bit too early.
Suddenly, a melodious flute sound emerged from behind Jiang Anbo, stirring up a whirlwind that swept up sand and stones, attempting to engulf Jiang Anbo while simultaneously extinguishing the raging flames.
That was somewhat impressive, but could it be enough?
The fire borrowed strength from the wind; Jiang Anbo's flames were not without source, and how could sand and stones easily extinguish them? At that moment, the wind roared fiercely, and the flames emitted a clanging sound, their momentum growing stronger.
Watching Changdong and Zhu Lan in a fierce standoff, most people hoped Zhu Lan would give Jiang Anbo a good lesson. Meanwhile, Gu Ping stood nearby like a drunken man, shouting "Dahan Xuan" repeatedly at him.
The spectators whispered among themselves. That person was indeed a madman; no matter which side had the advantage, he always had something to say. But when those who didn’t understand the situation saw Gu Ping clutching his Wine Flask, they simply regarded him as a drunken fool shouting nonsense.
Gu Ping suddenly let out a loud shout, startling everyone. When they turned to look, they realized that Jiang Anbo was the one being beaten, and Gu Ping couldn't help but feel indignant for him, having gotten involved with such a foolish brother.
Before anyone could gather their thoughts, Gu Ping shouted again, pulling everyone out of the match and instantly extinguishing their interest in watching.
Looking over, they saw Jiang Anbo pinning Zhu Lan down, completely oblivious to what had just happened.
What had just occurred?
What was all that about?
Zhu Lan knew very well in his heart that he had initially held the upper hand but had unexpectedly fallen victim to Spiritual Feedback. How could he have let that guy get the better of him?
Zhu Lan squinted as he watched Gu Ping shouting. He wondered how someone at the Gold Mid-stage could use Spiritual Feedback without incantations; it seemed far too complicated for a mere spell. Who would have thought Yan Dong would miscalculate his own moves?
After holding on for a while longer, Zhu Lan decisively admitted defeat. At this moment, it was no longer a friendly spar; he had been ambushed. There was no need to push himself to the limit when doing so would only cut off his own retreat. With the Sky East Tournament approaching, he couldn't afford to lose his trump card.
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