The Dynasty of Cultivating Immortality

Chapter 38

C38 – The Helplessness of the Judge

The heat wave in the arena slowly faded, revealing the figures of the two women.

It was a clash devoid of finesse, and it had taken its toll on both of them.

Ni Shang found herself at the edge of the arena, nearly ejected by the force. She was gasping for air, her hand pressed against her chest as she struggled to steady her racing heart and quivering body.

Her wooden sword remained gripped in her hand, the tip marred by a charred scar that was startling to behold. Wisps of white smoke still curled from the blade.

She cast a glance at the sword, her expression a mix of shock and relief.

Ni Yirong, on the other hand, was faring much worse.

She remained where she was, her hair in disarray, her clothing tattered.

Her once formidable red wooden sword had been reduced to nothing but a hilt, blackened as if retrieved from a fire, exuding a scent of char.

Her right sleeve, which had held the sword, was gone, exposing swathes of her smooth, white skin.

Blood trickled down her slender arm, gathering at her fingertips before dripping to the ground.

On the high platform, Ni Xianjian rose abruptly, his face etched with concern.

Apart from Ni Situo and Ni Huibo, Yirong was among the strongest of the family’s younger generation, blessed with exceptional talent. Her injuries naturally caused a surge of anxiety.

“She shouldn’t have sustained such severe injuries,” he murmured, squinting at the scene below, his face creased with confusion. “Yirong’s strength should surpass Ni Shang’s. How could she be so hurt from a mere collision?”

As his words faded, Yirong, still on the stage, lifted her head with great effort.

​”Perhaps I overestimated myself?” she mused bitterly, glancing at Ni Shang, who looked on with tense concern before collapsing.

“Ni Shang wins!”

The referee’s voice boomed as he dashed forward, catching Yirong in his arms and swiftly carrying her off the stage.

“How could this be? What just happened?”

“Don’t ask me—I’m clueless.”

“Did Yirong really lose? And to lose so decisively?”

“That won’t do. The teachings say we must be humble. Please, you go ahead!”

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The referee was at a loss for words as he observed the pair. He felt the urge to erupt in anger, but since both had valid points, he resorted to a more diplomatic approach. “Alright, I’ll count to three, and then you both make your move simultaneously.”

“Excellent suggestion!”

“Indeed, very well.”

​Ni Huibo nodded, stepped back, and aimed his wooden sword straight ahead. Ni Yong, not to be outdone, shed his previously timid demeanor. As he lifted his wooden sword, a fierce momentum surged forth.

Blessed with a medium grade talent at level three, he was even more gifted than Ni Shang, but due to certain external factors, he had temporarily fallen behind in his cultivation. Nevertheless, the gap was minimal, and he was now on the cusp of achieving Great Perfection in the late period of the first level.

Facing him, Ni Huibo grew wary. The aura emanating from Ni Yong was nearly indistinguishable from Ni Shang’s. Relying solely on the power of the first level, Ni Huibo wasn’t overly confident in securing a victory.

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

​As the final count was called, Ni Yong launched forward like an arrow from a bow. In terms of sheer speed, even Ni Shang might not compare. He had nearly attained the second level, vastly exceeding the peak capabilities of the average person.

“A cultivation method focused on speed!”

Ni Huibo made a split-second decision. Without the aid of a cultivation method, it was impossible for someone at the first level to achieve such speed.

His eyes narrowed, focusing intently on Ni Yong’s movements. Meanwhile, his wooden sword traced a peculiar arc before he fiercely brought it down in a slashing motion.

​”Brother, be careful,” Ni Yong warned. As he advanced, his body swayed deceptively. With a few feints, he was suddenly at Ni Huibo’s side.

The wooden sword in Ni Yong’s grasp carried a piercing sharpness as it thrust toward Ni Huibo. It was straightforward and exceedingly fast.

Ni Huibo failed to react immediately. By the time he noticed the wooden sword, its tip was already looming before him.

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