"The final match of the Dao Asking Tournament is about to begin!" the referee shouted, holding a loud talisman. "All contestants, please take your positions on the arena in time!"
When Ji Mofan walked over, Fang Xuan was already sitting on the edge of the ring, swinging his legs.
"I've finally waited for this! I've been so pent up!" Fang Xuan snorted in dissatisfaction.
Ji Mofan shook his head helplessly, "Take it easy, don't recklessly give me openings right at the start of the fight."
"How could that be?" Fang Xuan chuckled coldly.
They hadn't known each other for very long, but they weren't strangers anymore. Before the match started, Ji Mofan didn't waste time exchanging pleasantries with Fang Xuan. He stood at the other end of the arena, waiting for the bell to ring to signal the start of the match.
In the expectant silence, the bell tolled and soared into the sky.
The fight had barely begun when Ji Mo Fan and Fang Xuan had already exchanged several blows.
The blue sword energy collided with the greenery, freezing the green spiritual energy leaves in the cold. Then, tender buds broke through the ice and sprouted from the soil. The cycle of waxing and waning continued, and neither could suppress the other's momentum.
The two forces confronted each other for a few seconds, then each withdrew at the same time.
"...Wait a minute, how many moves did they exchange just now?"
"I can't see it, I can't see it at all!"
"Is this what a battle between two Nascent Soul cultivators is like? It's incredibly intense!"
At this moment, all other rumors surrounding the two of them were silenced by their extremely impressive strength.
The silence had lasted from before the start of the match until now, with everyone holding their breath, afraid of missing a single moment on the stage.
Ji Mofan and Fang Xian also fell silent.
The few moves they exchanged just now gave them a general idea of each other's current strengths and weaknesses.
Ji Mo Fan had just undergone a bone-splitting procedure and was only just recovering from a serious injury. His Nascent Soul stage strength, which was barely comparable to Fang Xian's, was also achieved by using rare and precious materials.
However, thanks to the years he was entangled in sect affairs, although he did neglect his spiritual cultivation, his practice never stopped.
He has participated in countless demon-slaying missions, both large and small, and has led his disciples to secret realms for training on numerous occasions, laying a very solid foundation.
His only disadvantage is his cervical spine, which aches slightly when he exerts himself for a long time.
It seems unlikely that a quick and decisive approach will work against Fang Xian.
Despite his best efforts to avoid the injury before the match, Fang Xian still discovered the wound on the back of his neck. Now, unless he's completely out of his mind, he'll definitely take advantage of his weakness and kill him.
Jimo Fan's trump cards were basically revealed in the first few rounds.
The tenth level of the Yuncang Sword Technique, the ability to instantly cast formations, the ability to manipulate demonic energy through opportunistic means, and the Ice Lotus Fire he took from Shuanghuang before the competition.
He seems to have exhausted all his resources.
In contrast, Fang Xuan mostly relied on brute force in his previous matches, using his raw strength to knock people off the ring, rarely using any special moves.
Changfeng Valley must have stuffed a whole Qiankun bag full of magical artifacts and talismans into his hands, pushing the limits of the Dao Asking Tournament's rules, for fear that something unexpected might happen to him.
After all, if it weren't for Fang Xuan's unexpected appearance, the top spot on the Q&A contest would always be occupied by disciples from the Xiaoling Sect and the Chaoming Palace, so how could Changfeng Valley possibly have a chance to get a turn?
An opportunity that only comes around once every few centuries is now right in front of them; it would be strange if Changfeng Valley didn't go crazy.
Unlike the Yuncang Sword Sect, who had been poor for so long that they didn't even know the importance of the Dao Inquiry Conference.
"Ji Mo Fan, you're like a donkey from Guizhou now." Fang Xuan flicked his sword, and the Heavenly Remnant Seal flowed with a fresh green color in the sword flower he wielded.
"You're already making threats after just a few moves?" Ji Mofan squinted, standing there without moving.
Fang Xian stopped arguing with him and charged at him again with his sword.
Jimo Fan only resisted, and for a time it seemed to be at a disadvantage.
"Hiss... It looked evenly matched just now, how did it turn into a one-sided battle so quickly?"
"Those who rely on crooked methods to get ahead are clearly not strong enough."
"How can the talents nurtured by a poor family compare with the geniuses of Changfeng Valley, which has a history spanning thousands of years?"
The audience members, however, had the opposite opinion from Fang Xian.
He launched a series of attacks, seemingly gaining the upper hand over Ji Mofan. However, a closer look reveals that Ji Mofan never shifted his feet even slightly.
He wasn't powerless to retaliate; rather, he was deliberately trying to provoke him into making a move, and then countering each move with his own.
What was Ji Mofan thinking? Didn't he realize that the injury to the back of his neck couldn't be delayed and that the best course of action was to end the battle quickly?
Unable to figure out Ji Mofan's purpose, Fang Xuan simply stopped thinking about it. He gathered all the spiritual power in his body into his palm and then flowed it onto the blade. He slashed down with each strike, as if weaving a net that stretched from heaven to earth.
Jimo Fanchu stood there, yet remained calm and unhurried.
Every sword energy was dispersed by his counter-attack with the same power. It was as if Fang Xian was fighting against cotton; every strike he made missed its mark.
If this happened to someone else, it might have disturbed their composure, either due to the frustration of not being able to break through for a long time, or the pleasure of meeting a worthy opponent.
But Fang Xian felt as if his heart was being affected by Ji Mo Fan's spiritual energy, growing colder and colder.
Because so much time has passed, he still can't figure out what Ji Mofan is trying to do.
He guessed that perhaps it was to distract him while secretly weaving some kind of formation that could turn the tide in one fell swoop.
However, he carefully separated a wisp of his divine sense to investigate, and found no trace of the spiritual energy left behind by Ji Mofan.
So what exactly is he planning by stalling for time?
The sentiment in the audience gradually shifted as the battle dragged on.
"What exactly is Jimo Fan doing? Why isn't he retaliating at all?"
"Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem to have the strength to fight back, so why is he toying with Fang Xian like this?"
"Could he be hiding some other trick up his sleeve?"
Doubts piled up like mountains.
Ji Mofan finally raised his eyelids and began to answer questions.
He gripped the Snow Embracing Sword in his right hand as he fought Fang Xian, but his free left hand suddenly went behind his back.
Suddenly, a bright yellow object appeared in his palm, with a long red tassel tied to it that fluttered in the wind stirred up by the two fighters' battle on the arena.
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