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Chapter 483
Boom~~~
It was a dull thud.
Water mirror, water mirror, it's called a mirror, how could you possibly see the real chime of the bell?
Mo Li's thrust was merely aimed at an illusion made of water vapor; the real Zhong Ming was hiding nearby, swinging his spear in a wide arc and smashing it into the back of Mo Li's head.
'Impossible!' The thought filled his mind the instant he was struck. 'My senses can't be wrong. Within the same realm, no one can deceive my senses. This simple, even crude, Dao technique absolutely cannot do that!'
But the truth was right before his eyes: his large face was irresistibly falling to the ground. Instinctively, he used his arms to protect his vitals, instinctively shielding his head.
"Oh!"
The surrounding cultivators gasped in shock, and some female cultivators covered their eyes, unable to bear witnessing what was about to happen.
If Mo Li had held back some of his strength, he could have easily avoided this violent fall, but he didn't.
When he awoke, he saw his arms and felt a piercing pain in his hand bones; clearly, the bones were fractured.
'Thank goodness, I can still feel the pain. If it were a sudden chill, I might be saying goodbye to my arm.' He thought to himself and took a deep breath.
The powder drifted into his nostrils on the wind.
In an instant, he realized what had happened.
Mo Li hurriedly got up and opened his arms, only to find that the packet of medicine powder he had secretly prepared had been broken, and the powder was scattered in the wind.
He had just taken a big gulp.
In an instant, he felt utterly hopeless. Even if there were an antidote, it would still take more than ten days of gentle care to cure him.
Mo Li gritted his teeth and turned his head, hoping to see that Zhong Ming had also inhaled the powdery air. This time, turning his head was extremely painful, but no matter how he twisted, he could not see Zhong Ming's figure at all.
"Gentlemen, is there anyone else who wants to compete? Next group, please come up."
The sound of bells was erratic, seemingly coming from all directions. Mo Li frantically turned his head to search for the source of the sound, but whether it was due to the effects of the drugs or the other party's secret technique, he could not find the other party.
Finally, in order to save face for the 135th Battalion, he had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the direction of his own battalion's cultivators.
What he heard were scattered cheers from the monks.
"Your opponent has surrendered. Congratulations on winning this competition." The speaker's tone was anything but friendly. The 135th Battalion had a recognized first place, but no recognized second place. Many people were strong contenders for that position.
Did you hurt him?
"I don't know, the situation is too complicated."
"Hmph, looks like he's not hurt."
The speaker stepped onto the arena.
And then...we lost.
Time passed second by second, and Mo Li became increasingly unsteady on his feet. His spiritual energy was surging uncontrollably, but he had to stay in place until it all ended.
The battle continued until dusk, and no cultivator could threaten Zhong Ming anymore. However, to Mo Li's relief, Zhong Ming remained standing still.
'Perhaps, it really has succeeded?'
He couldn't stop thinking that.
"Alright, everyone, it seems no one wants to continue." Zhong Ming's loud voice pulled him out of his reverie. Mo Li stared intently at the other man's facial muscles, hoping to find some clues to his success.
Zhong Ming looked at the 135th Battalion with a sneer and said loudly, "It seems that the 135th Battalion's combat strength has been preserved relatively well; quite a few people are still standing."
Many of the cultivators in the 134th Battalion were infected with the spiritual plague, yet they were still meditating.
“But,” Zhong Ming changed the subject, “have you all forgotten about me?”
"What do you mean, sir?"
"Do you think I, alone, can defeat all the rest of you?"
These words caused an uproar throughout the camp.
There was constant cursing.
"Coward, is this your courage? Provoking us while we're all injured."
"You bastard, if you're so capable, why don't you be the first one to step onto the stage? What kind of hero are you, shouting here at the end?"
"For a dignified Master Cuihong to do such a despicable thing is truly laughable."
.....
Even his own men frowned, unable to understand what he was up to.
Those in the 135th Battalion who still had the strength stood up one after another, and some low-level cultivators who hadn't participated also gritted their teeth and stood in the front row. In terms of unity, they really did a very good job.
Then Zhong Ming unleashed a move called Extreme Flood Turbulence.
This move contained immense power, subtly exceeding the Qi Refining stage. Even those cultivators at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining who joined forces were thrown off balance by the force.
Mo Li, suppressing his weakness, asked, "What do you mean by this?"
"It's nothing, just a test to see if you still have the strength to escape." Zhong Ming said casually, but the next moment, the people of the 135th Battalion were almost scared out of their wits.
Zhong Ming then took out a special signal flare and activated it.
A piercing shriek accompanied by a dazzling flash of light shot up, and the next moment, right beside them, the cannons roared to life.
Even those in their own camp recalled the crazy things that Master Cuihong had done in the past.
"Run!"
Almost no one considered whether the almost vertically fired shells could actually land and hit them; they simply frantically channeled their spiritual power to escape the area.
"You're a madman, a madman!"
Mo Li watched helplessly as the cannonball flew up, only to begin its vertical descent after rising a few dozen meters. It was a massive cannonball he had never seen before.
Its brown shell, with red patterns and yellow glowing spirit runes, didn't match the design of any of the cannonballs in his mind.
"Bang~~~"
The huge shell exploded.
Falling down, running away, panting as they erected spiritual energy shields... countless people looked upwards.
The dazzling fireworks took over as the sun's last rays disappeared from the clouds, several vibrant colors blooming and intertwining in the sky, releasing their splendor to the fullest in their short lives.
"Rejoice, every exhausted warrior who fought to the very end. Now, you have proven that you did not hold back in your battle, that you kept your promise and fought to the last moment. Under these fireworks that symbolize the end of conflict and the beginning of friendship, I declare the martial arts exchange between the two battalions a complete success."
Zhong Ming shouted loudly, looking triumphantly at the crowd around him who were scattering in all directions in fright.
The cultivators of the 135th Battalion also discovered that Mo Li hadn't moved at all.
It didn't move at all.
Is this the composure of the top master?
At this moment, the two upright figures of the two battalions became the symbol of the two battalions.
"Master Cuihong, you are a complete scoundrel." Mo Li's "magnanimity" could not stop him from saying this.
He received a great deal of support from the 134th Battalion.
Things like, "This guy always does this." or "Exactly, exactly right."