Chapter 57: The Youth in Fine Silk Robes

to walk with me!”“I curse you with a future cut off, and a hopeless destiny!”A cold aura seemed to hover over Yue Leng's head.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!"I curse...The Illusory Realm of Emptiness. Starting from the 10th rank, every increase in rank almost doubles the mental effort required for combat.

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Jiang Wang could no longer sustain his continuous fighting. After every debate, he had to retreat and rest for a long time.

During this period of "rest," he used the time to adjust his connection to the isolated island, familiarize himself with dismantling Dao techniques, and cultivate his swordsmanship.

When my energy is restored, I will enter the ethereal realm again.

There's no time to spare.

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When he was in the Heavenly Ascension Realm, he stopped at the ninth level and failed to explore the limits of the Heavenly Ascension Realm like Wang Yiwu. It is an irreparable regret.

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Then, in this level of the Tenglong Realm, he needs to take at least one more step forward.

Ninth, Eighth, Seventh.

Climbing hard...

This time, the opponent was a young boy wearing a magnificent long robe.

In the illusory realm of Taixu, many people were accustomed to concealing their faces. Therefore, here, Jiang Wang only looked at a person's eyes.

These are eyes that mix arrogance with stubbornness.

All on the Dueling Stage was for victory. The opponent didn't want to waste words, and Jiang Wang didn't either.

Ever since Jiang Wang first participated in the Tai Xu Fantasy Realm Sword Discussion match from the Youmai Realm, he had harbored a vague admiration for the leader.

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He wasn't a showy person, but he never felt that he necessarily had to be under anyone else.

However, from Youmai to Zhoutian and Tongtian, not once did he succeed.

Now, Ten Dragons are ranked seventh, which is the best result in their history.

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As for Jiang Wang, he absolutely would not recognize this as the endpoint.

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Leaving Qingyang Town out of necessity is regrettable, of course. But it's also a reminder to him - you're not strong enough, far from it!

Jiang Wang has never underestimated his opponents, and now that the rankings are at stake, he is especially cautious.

Almost as soon as the duel started, upon seeing his opponent, he immediately launched a Five Qi Restraining Tiger strike.

And then quickly chanted incantations, a crown of thorns on his head flashed and disappeared, after layering it, a sea of fireworks unfolded.

The first firework just bloomed, and the second one is spreading.

Suddenly, nine water dragons roared and came charging in.

And each one has its own bearing, sometimes pouncing, sometimes biting, lively and vivid, not like something conjured by magic arts, but rather seeming to be born of heaven and earth.

Being a high-level technique like the Water Dragon Wave, Jiang Wang had already witnessed its power.

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As early as the Three Cities Discourse in Fenglin City, Lin Zhengren pushed open the Heaven and Earth Gate just before the battle, and defeated Sun Xiaoman with a single Water Dragon Wave.

However, compared to the technique we face today, the water dragon conjured by Taoism is vastly different!

Lin Zhengren's Shui Long Bo, while formidable and powerful at the time, appears clumsy and crude to Jiang Wang's current perspective. It could be broken by a sword.

And these nine water dragons were incredibly lively, each occupying a position and performing its duty, forming a combined attack stance. They resembled nine powerful warriors with their own consciousness, rather than simply manipulated magical shapes.

With a single strike, the flower of flame was torn asunder. Then, left and right converged, encircling and trapping it from all sides.

There is barely any space to breathe.

It can be called a water dragon formation.

Jiang Wang could clearly sense that his Five Qi Shackling Tiger technique, usually as solid as a rock sinking into the sea, had failed to stir even the slightest ripple within his opponent. Before this, amongst those of the same realm, he had rarely encountered an opponent completely unaffected by his Five Qi Shackling Tiger.

This caused him to make a wrong prediction and lost the initiative.

Nine water dragons surround it, either gracefully moving or roaring ferociously, their claws and teeth terrifying.

In such a time.

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A flash of sword light occurred, like a candle flickering in the wind, like leaves fluttering down. Jiang Wang's eyes, already sunk deep into twilight.

The blade glowed dimly, as if twilight had already descended.

This sword looks so weak.

However, the moment this sword was drawn, it shattered nine dragon heads instantly.

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It was not the dragon's form that was shattered, but the flow of the primordial energy that gathered these nine water dragons, causing this Taoist art to collapse.

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The sword of humanity, Form One, Old Soldier's Twilight!

That arrogant and obstinate young man was striding after the nine water dragons, each step crushing a petal of flame that had already scattered, extinguishing it utterly—the sea of flames had been defeated. This action held no meaning in battle, seeming rather like a display of disdain and stubbornness.

Then, he saw this sword, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Surprised, but that's all.

With a single sweep of his sleeve, the nine water dragons, which were in the process of collapsing, instantly vanished.

No, to be precise, it's not annihilation, but vaporization.

A sharp, piercing shriek tore through the air.

And the endless steam had already enveloped Jiang Wang. There was not a sliver of empty space in all directions, front, back, left, and right.

This kind of Daoist technique's changes seem simple, but there is a way to play with the water element's power effortlessly between one's fingers.

At least Jiang Wang is far from achieving it now.

Water vapor rises.

White and hazy, shrouded in mist.

The instant their hands touched, Jiang Wang's body erupted in a rash of blisters!

It all happened so suddenly, and there was no way to avoid it.

Piercing, excruciating pain.

Thick vines, like serpents, rose from the ground, intertwining and coiling to form a semicircle that engulfed Jiang Wang. On the vine wall, grotesque flowers bloomed, opening their bloody maws.

The rattan snake, entwined with the wall, grafting onto the flower of food. This art Jiang Wang had used rarely, because it was gradually falling behind the intensity of battle.

But this level of Taoism can form more quickly.

Using it at this time could just buy us some time—not much time, mind you. The violent steam would only surge once, and the flower of sustenance would wilt instantly. The vine wall could hold for a moment longer, but next breath, it too would crumble away.

But just as the vine wall was crumbling, Jiang Wang had finished reciting the incantation.

Chirp chirp, chirp chirp!

The birdsong swiftly transforms into eight musical notes.

Here it is!

Waaah!

Knock knock!

Jingle!

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The sound of chimes, flutes, drums, and the pipa...

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Sometimes melodious, sometimes mournful, sometimes majestic, sometimes intense.

Countless emberbirds exploded around Jiang Wang, pushing aside the billowing steam to clear a space.

Flames soared and screeched, assaulting their opponent.

That young man in the brocade robe reached out a hand, and the thick mist coalesced into his palm faster than even a fiery sparrow could fly.

Water flows under his command, like a toy in his hands.

The violent steam surged obediently.

Overall, it looks like a giant water vapor funnel. He holds "the ladle".

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And within this surging steam, Jiang Wang's Eight-Note Flame Sparrow was battered about.

No, it's not just about the mastery of water manipulation.

He actually found a way to interfere with the Eight-Sound Flamebird so quickly!

Before Jiang Wang could even be shocked, the young man in the brocade robe had already pointed his other hand at him.

It begins in his palm.

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The flood rushes.

With one hand he drew in the steam, while the other seemed to connect to a vast river. Its palm surged with tumultuous waves, a roaring flood.

In just three breaths' time, the entire arena where they dueled was swallowed by water. Jiang Wang was, of course, caught in it too.

The Arena of Debate is not infinitely spacious. As the Debate Stage upgrades and the combat levels rise, the space will expand accordingly.

The current Luojiantai has six grades, the space is considered huge, and it was still filled at first.

In the infinite expanse of stars, a square prison made of water appeared.

This was also Jiang Wang's first time seeing the specific range of the Sword Discussion Grounds.

But more importantly—he is now trapped, along with his opponent, in a trap set by the opponent.

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