While the Ice Lotus Fire is more suitable for Ji Mofan's ice-attribute physique, its drawbacks are that it is difficult to preserve and control.
The Dao Asking Tournament allows contestants to bring their crafted artifacts onto the field, but Shuanghuang has not entered into a contract with him, so they cannot be considered his property.
More importantly, Frost Radiance was, after all, a product of Master Lu Tong's weapon crafting.
Ji Mofan did not want to put him in the spotlight under the watchful eyes of so many people. Otherwise, even without mentioning his identity as the vessel of the Ice Lotus Fire, just the name Lu Tong alone would be enough to cause a huge uproar in the cultivation world.
He is not strong enough yet to protect what he owns.
The dried fish perfectly compensated for his weakness in fire attribute; after all, no one would have expected it before it was brought out.
He'll explode.
Fang Xian watched as several dried fish fell to the ground with a crackling sound, igniting the wine stains and scorching several of his vines.
In return, he threw a handful of fire-controlling talismans at Ji Mofan.
However, Ji Mofan was not as passive in dealing with the situation as he was. Although ice is afraid of fire, at least it can extinguish fire after it melts.
Unlike wood, which is burned once it catches fire.
"...Is it really okay for the two of them to fight like this?"
"I was just thinking the same thing, why is it like they're joking around with my cousin and his neighbor's dog, Gou Dan?"
"Perhaps the world of geniuses is beyond our comprehension...?"
"Whether they're geniuses or not, I really don't understand it."
Whispers arose from the audience, but they did not affect the two fighters on the stage in the slightest.
Although it looks like cubs fighting... who knows? To completely dodge each other's attacks, you really have to concentrate 180% of your energy.
Fang Xian felt a tickle in his teeth as he watched Ji Mofan freeze one of his fire-controlling talismans; he almost wanted to bite someone.
He did indeed put it into practice.
The vines suddenly surged up from the ground, shooting upwards wildly and weaving into an impenetrable net that enveloped Ji Mo Fan.
Or rather, given the weight, the intention wasn't to tie Ji Mofan up, but rather to smash him flat without hesitation.
If all those dried fish and fire pokers are wasted because there's no chance to use them, it's all for nothing.
Fang Xian was too fast, and his attacks came from all directions. Ji Mofan had no time to dodge, nor could he dodge them. He had no choice but to raise his hand and draw his sword to block the attack.
The woven vines resembled a ferocious beast with its jaws wide open, its sharp fangs stabbing down fiercely.
In an instant, Ji Mofan's figure was completely enveloped in green.
But the next second, a cold blue light suddenly appeared from the package.
Sword energy sliced through the vines, and Ji Mofan emerged from within. But as soon as he appeared, he was met with a flurry of swords and blades. Fang Xuan unleashed dozens of strikes, forcefully pressing Ji Mofan back to the ground.
The standoff lasted only a moment before a strong aroma of wine wafted over again. Fang Xian had no choice but to dodge, the wine gourd brushing past his nose.
He can't even touch Ji Mofan when he gets close!
However, since both of them were sword cultivators, they didn't have many ranged attack methods. Ji Mo Fan had distanced himself from him, so he probably wouldn't gain any advantage.
—But at that moment, Fang Xian suddenly saw Ji Mo Fan put down his sword.
His pupils contracted slightly.
A bad premonition sprouted and blossomed in an instant, and the vines beneath his feet instantly lifted him upwards.
Even though he quickly moved away from the ground, he was still pulled back by the rushing sword formation.
It wasn't an unfamiliar move; Fang Xian had seen Ji Mo Fan use it several times before. It was his unique sword technique, "Fishing Alone on the Cold River."
But that's not entirely true either.
This person actually reversed the formation again!
The water he poured around himself to extinguish the flames had now become the medium for Ji Mofan to draw the array. He hadn't left any of his spiritual power here, because that bastard had directly used the wood-attribute spiritual power that Fang Xuan had left behind!
The formation was drawn by him on paper beforehand, and the spiritual power was injected by Fang Xian. The reversed writing also turned the formation, which should have been driven by spiritual energy, into demonic energy when it switched to attack, which was exactly what could counter his fire attribute!
As Fang Xuan hurriedly jumped off the stage, he even managed to give Ji Mofan a thumbs-down gesture.
Good grief, you've used up all your trump cards, so you're going to just unleash a whole bunch of them, huh?
Well, at least he's the kind of opponent that requires a huge team to defeat.
Fang Xian stood below the arena, sheathed his sword, and looked up again at Ji Mo Fan, who was standing high up.
The dark demonic flames on the arena were gradually dispersed by the cold winter wind. In the light and shadow distorted by the temperature difference, Ji Mofan stood alone, his clothes fluttering, and the snow sword in his hand gleamed with a cold spiritual light.
The light was blinding, and Fang Xian unconsciously squinted, not noticing the corners of his mouth that he couldn't suppress.
He had fought against opponents of similar strength at the Nascent Soul stage before, and many of his senior brothers and sisters in Changfeng Valley had been tormented by him.
But no matter who it was, none of them gave him the same feeling as Ji Mofan.
Being in the same age group might mean having more in common. Although their first encounter was only a brief fight at the Dao Asking Conference four years ago, Fang Xuan has never forgotten Ji Mo Fan.
At first, he thought it was because he was unwilling to accept defeat and was determined to win back the match.
But it wasn't until today, after the match, that he realized his emotions hadn't changed at all.
It neither gave up after satisfying its desire to fight, nor did it flourish after being defeated by him again.
—It seems that what he is obsessed with is not just a game.
"The final round of the Daoist Inquiry Tournament, a two-in-one competition, has concluded. The winner is Ji Mo Fan of Chaoming Palace!"
As the referee made his final declaration, several fireworks were set off on the field.
Bright colored smoke rose into the air and exploded with a "poof" sound. As the fireworks burst forth, the audience also erupted in a blazing roar.
Fang Xian belatedly realized that Nan Xun and Fu Xingle's match had already ended before his and Ji Mofan's group.
Previously, during his ring matches, even when he had an opponent in front of him, he could still spare a bit of attention to look at the other rings next to him.
But during his fight with Ji Mofan, he seemed to have no interest in anything at all.
"Are you stupid from losing?" Ji Mofan's voice suddenly rang in his ears.
Fang Xuan's senses, which had been nearly knocked to the brink of oblivion by the deafening cheers, were easily brought back to reality by a single sentence from Ji Mo Fan. Fang Xuan turned around, unusually refraining from showing any disrespect despite his defeat.
He bowed his head and gave Ji Mofan a very friendly greeting, saying, "Congratulations on winning first place."
"I appreciate your concession."
The only unhappy person at the scene was Fang Xian's master, Li Mingyin.
He glared at Fang Xian from the viewing platform. Elder Qian, sitting next to him, initially thought he was dissatisfied with Fang Xian's second-place ranking on the Heavenly Ranking, but he never expected that the next thing he heard would be—
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