Chapter 123 The Immortal Spirit Dharma Form not only can't win in a fight, but it's also bad at talking...
Hearing everyone chanting Ming Wushuang's name, Bai secretly curled her lip. She was clearly very strong too, okay? A bunch of ignorant fools.
Below the stage, Lin Xia, Dayue, and their friends mustered all their strength and shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Our Big White is the best in the world!"
"The young clan leader is the most powerful!"
The surrounding cultivators, seeing that it was a few young girls making the pronouncements, mostly just smiled and didn't refute them. After all, the outcome would ultimately be decided by their own skills.
The final battle is just around the corner; there's no need to waste words arguing with the girls until we're red in the face.
The arena battles continue, with victors advancing and losers needing to fight another match. For the cultivators in the losers' bracket, each advancement means enduring another fierce battle, not only depleting their physical and spiritual energy but also prematurely revealing their trump cards to their opponents.
The final stage of the competition was far more intense and the process more complicated than anyone imagined.
Every duel was a fierce battle, with the prodigies from each state holding nothing back, unleashing their most secret and powerful abilities or their long-cultivated natal magic treasures.
Amidst the soaring light and booming magic above Sword Debate Peak, the spectators gasped in amazement. Many who had initially been resentful of their defeat were now completely convinced of the outcome after witnessing the duel between the top ten.
After several days of fierce fighting, the final battle finally arrived as scheduled.
On the main stage, Bai and Ming Wushuang stood facing each other.
Despite some twists and turns, the final battle still belongs to the two of them.
Bai Qingji lost to Ming Wushuang in the previous round, while Bai Ye also eliminated Bei Qianxue in the previous round. The two of them are competing for the third place in the next arena.
At this moment, everyone's eyes are focused on the main arena, where Bai Ye and Ming Wushuang will determine the victor.
The winner will be the greatest young genius of our time.
Throughout the Nine Provinces, countless cultivators gathered in front of the light screens in the main cities. Even those who had not previously watched the Nine Provinces Grand Competition came to the main cities to witness the birth of the Nine Provinces' number one genius.
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Wild and desolate land, ancient city.
Cultivators from all over the world gathered here, and the city was bustling with noise. Teahouses and taverns everywhere were packed with people.
The recent string of good news is like a dream for the cultivators of the Wilderness State.
The people of the Wilderness State first won third place in the team competition for the first time ever, and now a young genius has made it to the final in the individual competition. This is a scenario that the people of the Wilderness State never dared to dream of.
The crowd buzzed with discussion, all looking up at the two figures standing opposite each other on the screen.
Someone couldn't help but ask, "If Bai Ye wins the championship this time, shouldn't cultivators from the Wilderness State also have a place in those secret realms and blessed lands of the Nine Provinces?"
"Of course! As long as Bai wins the Nine Provinces Grand Competition, he will be the number one among the younger generation from our Wilderness Province. Then, he can freely venture into those secret realms!" someone shouted in agreement.
Upon hearing this, countless people were filled with longing. Everyone turned their gaze to the light screen, hoping that Bai could also defeat Ming Wushuang.
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Zhongzhou, Sanqing Sect, Sword Debate Peak.
"Go, Senior Sister Ming! You must beat Wang Bai!" Lu Yao's clear shout was extremely penetrating and reached the ears of the two people on the stage.
Lin Xia immediately jumped up, not to be outdone, and shouted with her hands cupped around her mouth, "Go, Da Bai! You are the number one genius in Kyushu!"
"Go, Ming-shi-jie!!!"
Go Baymax!!!
The two girls seemed to be competing with each other, shouting louder and louder, as if trying to overwhelm each other with their voices.
Bai Ye and Ming Wushuang exchanged a glance on the arena, both with smiles on their faces.
“My kid has a louder voice, so it looks like first place is mine. Looks like Chief Ming will have to change his name to Second Brother Ming.” Bai said slyly.
Ming Wushuang's smile remained unchanged, showing no sign of anger. Her composure was superb. She calmly retorted, "Fellow Daoist Bai is joking. If we're talking about ranking, isn't the second place your cousin's?"
"Forget it, for the sake of Chief Ming's fans, I'd better not engage in a war of words with you. Otherwise, your fans will be disheartened, thinking that their idol can't win a fight, and can't even win a verbal battle."
The moment Bai finished speaking, the two of them moved at the same time.
Ming Wushuang lightly raised her hand, her fingertips rapidly forming hand seals, and a massive, sky-covering hand of spiritual energy appeared above the Sword Debate Peak, descending from the sky with an aura that could suppress all things in the world.
Bai also drew his sword from its sheath, took a step forward, and the sword shadow soared into the sky, the sharp sword intent seemingly about to pierce through the heavens.
The sword shadow collided with the giant hand of spiritual energy, and both shattered simultaneously.
The onlookers were all shocked. How could the aura of these two be several times stronger than before? Their previous battle was already astonishing, but now they seemed to have been reborn.
An old cultivator with profound cultivation exclaimed, "They didn't use their full strength before."
These words shocked everyone present! So the previous earth-shattering battle was just something they did casually?
Just how strong are these two?
On the arena, brilliance shone.
The two figures clashed and crossed paths at a speed that was difficult for others to keep up with. In just a short moment, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows.
To everyone's surprise, Chief Ming, who had always fought barehanded no matter how strong the enemy, drew her sword for the first time.
"Clang!"
The moment the sword was drawn, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. The sword was shimmering with brilliant light, and its body trembled slightly. It exuded a natural Daoist charm, as if it could resonate with the heavens and earth.
A murmur of surprise rippled through the audience. Immortal artifacts were legendary beings, obtainable only by those with great fortune and luck, and far beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.
"Just how strong is Bai Ye? How could he force Senior Sister Ming to draw her sword in response?"
The disciples of the Three Pure Ones Sect present were all deeply moved, their gazes falling upon the silver-haired, white-robed figure with a mixture of shock and solemnity.
Ming Wushuang wasn't being arrogant; she hadn't used any weapons before because she didn't want to take advantage of divine weapons and crush her opponent.
But after exchanging blows with Bai Ye several times, she had already sensed the strength of her opponent. Since her opponent was so strong, she should go all out.
"I thought you were going to keep using that palm technique that falls from the sky to fight me." Bai Ye revealed a row of neat white teeth, his smile was smug, and his eyes were full of youthful vigor.
She gripped her heavy sword and brought it down, cleaving a massive rift in the void—this was the true power of the Great Black.
Previously, Bai had always held back, never relying on the power of his weapon. Otherwise, when he fought that female cultivator with the spear, how could her spear have possibly blocked the Great Black that had fused with the immortal sword and the dragon crystal? It's likely that the spear would have broken on the spot with a single blow.
A hint of surprise flashed in Ming Wu's eyes. She had already sensed the extraordinary nature of the heavy sword in the other party's hand. A sword that could cleave a rift in the void could not be an ordinary weapon. Even if Bai Ye's heavy sword was not a celestial sword, it was not far off.
"clang!"
The two swords clashed, exploding into a shower of sparks.
The onlookers were all astonished. A disciple of the Sanqing Sect exclaimed, "Impossible! That heavy, black sword didn't break? Senior Sister Ming is wielding a celestial sword!"
"What's impossible about that? Wang Baimao's sword is very strong too! You disciples of the Sanqing Sect are just bullying Wang Baimao because you have deep resources, humph!" a female cultivator retorted loudly.
"Hmph!!!" Many cold snorts immediately came from the surroundings, clearly indicating that there were still more supporters of Ming Wushuang.
On the ring, the two fighters separated as soon as they clashed, widening the distance between them once again.
Ming Wushuang stood holding his sword and praised, "It seems that Fellow Daoist Bai's sword is also extraordinary."
"Of course!" Bai readily admitted, his sword aura shifting once more, like ten thousand mountains collapsing, crushing down upon his opponent. "My sword is, of course, the strongest sword in the entire Nine Provinces!"
Bai Ye's swordplay always followed a bold and expansive style, while Ming Wushuang's was the exact opposite. Her swordplay combined softness with strength, using skill to overcome brute force.
She didn't directly confront Bai Ye, but instead slightly twisted her wrist, and the immortal sword slid down the heavy sword like a serpent, leaving a trail of sparks as it sliced straight at Bai Ye's wrist.
Bai Ye changed her move extremely quickly. In the blink of an eye, she had made a decision, choosing to let go of her sword, form a fist, and strike directly at her opponent's face.
Knowing the extraordinary nature of her physical body, Ming Wushuang naturally wouldn't take the punch head-on. She lightly touched the ground with her toes, gracefully and nimbly avoiding Bai Ye's thunderous punch.
Bai missed his punch, but he caught the falling heavy sword with a backhand and slashed again.
This series of offensive and defensive transitions happened in the blink of an eye. Most of the audience didn't see the details clearly. They only saw Bai Ye's weapon fall from her hand and assumed that her sword had been knocked away, which caused a deafening cheer.
"Senior Sister Ming is invincible! Senior Sister Ming defeated Wang Bai!!!"
"Go, Senior Sister Ming!"
The cheers were deafening, almost drowned out by the shouts of the cultivators from the Wilderness State who were calling for Senior Sister Ming. This was the advantage of playing at home.
The two on the stage were completely unaffected by the noise from below; their entire focus was on the duel.
Swords flashed and clashed; the two sides had exchanged nearly a hundred blows, and it was difficult to determine a winner for the time being.
"He's really strong, much stronger than Bai Lao Er. It seems I have no choice but to get serious." Bai Ye muttered to himself, his figure flashing as he distanced himself from Ming Wushuang, while simultaneously sheathing his sword.
She held up her palms, and two nebulae swirled around her simultaneously. With her left hand, she condensed a golden star, within which the true fire of the sun burned fiercely, while with her right hand, she condensed a purplish-black star, accompanied by thunder and lightning.
"Rasengan, eat two!" Haku roared, and two stars shot out from the sky.
Ming Wushuang was unwilling to let the golden star get close, so he swung his sword without hesitation. The sword light was like a bolt of lightning, splitting the golden sun in two. The true fire of the sun scattered all over the ground, and the arena was instantly turned into a sea of fire.
But this arena is truly extraordinary; it can actually withstand the scorching heat of the sun's true fire.
As Ming Wushuang unleashed his sword strike, he retreated rapidly, forming hand seals to summon his true Dharma form.
Her appearance was unlike any other; it exuded an ethereal and otherworldly charm, with a faint golden glow swirling around its translucent body, like an embodiment of the heavens, covering the sky and filling the entire firmament.
The immortal dharma gently raised its hand and pointed at Bai Ye's thunderous star, which instantly vanished like a bubble.
"Are we going to start comparing Dharma forms? Then you're going to lose! I have plenty of Dharma forms!" Bai muttered.
Suddenly, a round little white tiger appeared behind her. As soon as the little white tiger appeared, it tumbled down behind Bai Ye, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"What? What is this? How can someone's Dharma form be so weak?"
"I'm dying of laughter, Wang Bai, why does your Dharma form look like this!" Lu Yao even went so far as to press his face against it.
Bai glanced at her, snorted, and ignored the laughter of the crowd. However, the Dharma image behind her let out a childish roar at the crowd. The next instant, two golden wings flapped from the little white tiger's back.
The round, white tiger flapped its wings and flew into the air. The little white tiger grew bigger and bigger as it flew, growing larger with the wind. In an instant, it transformed into a colossal primordial beast that stood tall and upright, rivaling the celestial dharma form in no way inferior.
Ming Wushuang's Dharma form was ethereal and fairy-like. With one hand in a gesture of plucking a flower, she pointed out with the other. As soon as she pointed, a hole that was transparent from front to back suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of the White Tiger Dharma form.
On the high platform, Zhong Jiuli frowned slightly. Ming Wushuang's Daoist magic was innate, and her Dharma form contained innate immortal spiritual energy. Bai's choice to confront her head-on with his Dharma form was truly a poor strategy.
Liu Xianyue nudged her arm and reminded her telepathically, "Sect Leader Zhong, your Sanqing Sect disciples are in the lead now. Why are you frowning? That's not right."
Zhong Jiuli's brows relaxed slightly, but she did not reply, keeping her gaze fixed on the arena.
Bai also realized the unfavorable situation. His White Tiger Dharma Form was indeed at a disadvantage and could not match the opponent's Immortal Spirit Dharma Form.
However, if the quality is lacking, then make up for it with quantity!
With a thought, she raised her hand, and a dragon's roar shook the heavens. A jet-black dragon flew out from between her eyebrows and soared into the sky.
Thunderclouds suddenly filled the sky above Sword Debate Peak, changing the color of the heavens and earth. The Black Dragon Dharma Image, surrounded by thunderclouds, hovered beside the White Tiger Dharma Image, and together they pounced towards the Immortal Spirit Dharma Image high in the sky.
"Dual Dharma Forms? She actually cultivated Dual Dharma Forms?"
"Why is it in the form of a dragon? And who exactly is this Bai Ye?" Exclamations of surprise came from the stands. The scene before them overturned everyone's understanding. No one in the world had ever seen anyone cultivate a dual Dharma body.
A disciple of the Sanqing Sect, clearly a staunch supporter of Ming Wushuang, responded loudly, his tone filled with pride and arrogance: "No matter how many Dharma forms she has, or what her background is, they are all suppressed in front of our Senior Sister Ming."
A look of surprise flashed across Ming Wu's eyes. The coexistence of two Dharma forms was something that had never been recorded in the sect's records, making it truly rare.
However, her Dao heart was extremely stable, and she regained her clarity in an instant. The number of Dharma forms was never the key to determining victory or defeat.
Her celestial form was not formed by spiritual power, but by innate celestial energy. In this era where immortality was impossible, a wisp of celestial energy was enough to crush any opponent.
The Dharma Image in the sky could draw upon the power of the origin of heaven and earth with every gesture. With a single finger, the essence of heaven and earth took shape at her fingertip and attacked the Dragon-Tiger Dharma Image.
Even with the combined power of the Dragon and Tiger Dharma Forms, they couldn't gain the upper hand against the Immortal Spirit Dharma Form, and were instead forced to retreat in defeat.
Every time the Immortal Spirit Dharma Image made a move, a clear sound echoed throughout the heavens and earth, like the sound of the Great Dao. Many spectators on the Sword Debate Peak sat cross-legged and suddenly attained enlightenment.
This scene was extremely strange. The cultivators who were watching the live broadcast from all over the Nine Provinces were all filled with regret and lamented that they could not personally visit the Three Pure Ones Sect to receive the baptism of the Great Dao's voice.
In the desolate state, at the border town of Wanxiang Pavilion, Aunt Pang and the others were still watching the battle. They couldn't discern anything, but from the discussions outside, they knew that their young clan leader was probably at a disadvantage and might lose.
The group couldn't help but feel anxious. They even lost their appetite for the pastries in their mouths, staring wide-eyed at the light screen, afraid that their young master might be defeated if he wasn't careful.
On the arena, Bai ground his little tiger teeth and said through gritted teeth, "It's just the resonance of the Great Dao... I don't believe that my power of thousands of laws is inferior to your mere wisp of immortal spiritual energy."
She clasped her hands together, quickly forming hand seals, and a galaxy seemed to flow deep within her eyes. In that instant, the world fell silent.
Everyone felt it; the sky was trembling, and everyone looked up at the sky.
Above the sky, countless profound ancient divine characters lit up like stars. Each profound character represented a manifestation of a law of heaven and earth.
These characters manifested as countless brilliant stars, filling the sky, each radiating a terrifying pressure.
Under this terrifying power, even this space could not withstand it. Dark spatial cracks spread across the sky above the Sword Debate Peak, as if this world was about to collapse.
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Author's note: [hugs][hugs] I've been working hard on writing these past few days, and I'll save up more drafts.
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