As the one who had personally created this situation, Yuqing's princely illness was well aware of it, so at this juncture, he slowly and steadily increased the array's output. With such a strong rhythm and powerful array, it was so difficult to deal with. Even if there were some tricks to break the situation, not everyone could use them.
At this time, those who were loyal to Tu Nian were already somewhat desperate. The slight increase in rhythm at this critical moment undoubtedly sentenced Tu Nian to death.
Prince Bing even had the leisure to observe the expressions of those people.
In fact, according to the sect's intention, he was placed first in the battle against Tu Nian in order to slow down the pace of the battle and consume his spiritual consciousness as much as possible, so that he would be unable to continue in the next two competitions.
This method is certainly foolproof, but it requires exchanging his own achievements for it. Wang Zibing is not very satisfied with it, so he changes the script on his own initiative, wanting to use Tu Nian as a stepping stone to his own fame.
The reason is very simple. When Tu Nian was still in Yuqing, he could not break through the peak of Qi Refining for a whole year. So, it has been at most three months since Tu Nian left Yuqing.
In three months, with her cultivation speed, she can only reach the initial stage of foundation building at most. Even if she has a strong talent in formation, she is only at the initial stage of foundation building. With her cultivation level at the peak of foundation building, can't she be easily crushed?
And that is the reality.
Seeing Tu Nian trying his best but still struggling to hold on in his perfectly planned layout, the feeling of being able to easily play with him in the palm of his hand was really fascinating to him.
What would be the best formation to add? Should he add a magical element to the Flame Formation, effectively neutralizing it? Or perhaps he could create a Soul-Snatching Formation that would inflict invisible damage and send them out of the competition?
He had planned everything, so he was keen on creating a perfect ending. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the coolness on his arm at first.
It was undoubtedly an ice array.
Shaking off the insignificant ice from his arm, Wang Zibing couldn't help but look at Tu Nian with admiration. Even in this situation, she was still able to find an opportunity to exploit. It seemed that she had become much more capable after leaving Yuqing.
But that’s all!
The magic weapon was swung out, and the formation of the soul-stealing array was already constructed. When he raised his eyes to determine the target, Tu Nian was throwing a dark array at him.
He was amused and laughed out loud.
The same trick didn’t work the first time, but will it work the second time?
"You really don't learn from your mistakes..."
Prince Bing picked up the Qingfeng Jue with a mocking look on his face. He wanted to put an end to this competition with this "thoughtful" teaching, but he could not say any more after only saying half of it.
"Blind spot!"
When Chu Qiurong saw this in the stands, she stood up excitedly from the stands.
At such a critical moment, Tu Nian's opponent actually took the initiative to walk into the blind spot of the barrier in the field!
Dark formation, hit!
At this moment, Wang Zibing, who had been strolling leisurely from beginning to end, finally panicked. Although the soul-stealing formation in his hand was completed, he had lost his target and could not use the formation at all.
He picked up the Qingfeng Jue and activated it to its maximum potential, anxiously trying to break free from this dark vision, but how could Tu Nian give him this opportunity?
Ice formation, fire formation, falling formation...
Countless basic formations were thrown out from Tu Nian's hands in succession, not for killing, but for control. In the end, with extremely weak consumption, he trapped the opponent in this dark formation and killed the game.
"Tu Nian wins this match!"
Even after the referee announced the winner, Prince Bing still hadn't recovered from the defeat.
Where did he lose?
Intense resentment and anger made him subconsciously look for Tu Nian, wanting to get to the bottom of things. However, by then, Tu Nian had already been called over by the referee for the next match, and then the referee in charge of his next match also called out his name.
All these reminded him that no matter how unwilling he was, the competition had to continue.
The referee recorded the victory and the loss, and the audience recorded the honor. Such an amazing reversal instantly caused warm cheers to erupt in the stands.
“Amazing overall perspective.”
On the terrace, Xue Shiqian carefully recalled Tu Nian's handling of the competition and said to Nie Yanchen, "You, my disciple, are born to be a formation cultivator."
Nie Yanchen smiled, not hiding the pride on his face at all, "Do I need you to tell me?"
Most people would assume that the key to this reversal of fortune lay in the tricky final dark formation. But in reality, the opposite was true. Tu Nian's plan had been set from the very beginning, with the initial, completely ineffective dark formation acting as the trigger.
A dark formation guides the movement, and then in the following series of confrontations, this movement is subtly magnified by showing weakness, eventually forcing the opponent into a blind spot, and ending the competition with another dark formation.
Compared to his opponent's pursuit of control and perfection, Tu Nian's battle can be said to be calculated carefully, achieving the most precise control with the least consumption. The whole process can be regarded as a model of battle between formation cultivators.
The only pity...
Looking at the spirited Tu Nian in the arena, Nie Yanchen sighed and said, "Little Fourth is only fifteen this year. If he waits another two years, he might be able to rival your eldest disciple. No, he should be even better than him."
Xue Shiqian understood what he meant and consoled him, "Your disciple's current performance is not bad, he can at least get 7 or 8 points. Besides, don't you still have your second disciple? With him, you and Jixue will definitely be the best in the swordsmanship competition."
In response, Nie Yanchen just chuckled, unable to tell whether it was helplessness or bitterness.
Only those who truly shoulder the responsibility of a sect know how heavy it is, and it's not something that can be comforted with just a few words. Xue Shiqian also tacitly stopped discussing the topic and silently looked back at the scene.
At this time, the confrontation between Tu Nian and Baihua has begun.
It is enough to see the difference between Su Youzhi's attitude towards Yuqing and Gong Ruoruo's attitude towards Baihua. Compared with Yuqing, the female cultivator of Baihua is obviously more inclined to complete the sect's instructions. Since the beginning of the competition, she has been trying to deal with Tu Nian and tempting her to use more formations to restrict herself.
This style of fighting for the sake of consumption can be said to be the most restraining to Tu Nian. This female cultivator is only at the middle stage of foundation building, much worse than Yu Qing just now. However, Tu Nian was kite-ed by her, and he had to use nearly one-third of his spiritual consciousness to take her down.
As a result, coupled with the losses in the previous battle against Yuqing, when Tu Nian arrived at the final battle, less than half of his spiritual consciousness was left in his body.
"He's quite capable."
Zhang Yang, who also won two matches, looked at Tu Nian with interest after entering the barrier. "I take back what I said before the competition. With your skills in formations, you are indeed more than enough to be my opponent."
"It's a pity that you're just a child. After two battles, how much spiritual awareness do you have left?"
"Tsk. I really hate it when people talk about seniority and inferiority in front of me."
Tu Nian held the sword in one hand and pointed it at the ground. With the other hand, he brushed back the hair that had fallen from his forehead. An impatient expression appeared on his face. "It's just a simple practice. If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense, old man?"
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