Han Lang was aware of the status of supreme spiritual artifacts in the Blue Star cultivator world.
However, Zhao Wu was completely unaware of the understanding of high-grade spiritual artifacts held by the Medicine Venerable of the Lichuan Continent in Han Lang's memory.
Therefore, Han Lang did not argue with Zhao Wu, but simply replied indifferently.
"Since that's the case, then I will let you see how worthless the so-called supreme named artifacts are in my eyes!"
Han Lang was not boasting.
On the Lichuan Continent, artifacts of the spiritual artifact level were almost readily available to Nascent Soul stage cultivators.
With any materials, a bit of forging would inevitably result in a spiritual artifact.
This was as easy as any farmer making simple farming tools.
Therefore, he was deeply familiar with the flaws of spiritual artifacts, even the so-called supreme spiritual artifacts.
In this world, there were no indestructible spiritual artifacts!
With this confidence, Han Lang decided not to waste any more words and once again wielded his golden needles, striking at Zhao Wu, whose confidence had soared.
If one were to speak of why Zhao Wu was recognized as a genius by many, it was not only due to his cultivation aptitude but also, more importantly, his temperament.
Now, seeing Han Lang attack again, his expression instantly turned serious. Not only was the arrogance from moments ago gone, but he treated Han Lang's attack with the utmost gravity, as if facing a formidable enemy.
However, no matter how cautious he was, his confidence in the supreme spiritual artifact, the Brahma Gold Bell, remained.
Therefore, at this moment, he was not passively defending against Han Lang's offensive. Instead, relying on the defensive capabilities of the Brahma Gold Bell, he completely ignored the golden needles' attacks and charged forward.
While rapidly approaching Han Lang, he concentrated his spiritual energy in his palm and unleashed a powerful palm strike.
Han Lang did not expect his current offensive to achieve significant results, nor did he want it to.
On one hand, although supreme spiritual artifacts had many flaws in his eyes, the weaknesses of each supreme spiritual artifact were slightly different.
Therefore, he still needed some time to probe and find the weak points of the Brahma Gold Bell.
On the other hand, he also wanted to use these ineffective attacks to lower Zhao Wu's guard against him.
To make him believe that his Brahma Gold Bell was indestructible, thus causing him to overlook the true purpose of his own offense.
Therefore, facing Zhao Wu's eager and aggressive offense, Han Lang could only rely on his own solid strength to contend with him.
Thus, seeing the immense pressure from Zhao Wu's incoming palm strike, Han Lang did not intend to confront it directly. Instead, he shifted his body and dodged frantically.
This action further stimulated Zhao Wu's confidence.
He believed that Han Lang's evasion was not intentional but rather an attempt to delay his defeat after realizing the power of the Brahma Gold Bell.
Therefore, Zhao Wu, with his gradually inflated confidence, did not hesitate to pursue Han Lang with relentless attacks.
For a time, the battle on the stage became somewhat comical.
It had almost directly turned into a one-sided game of chase.
The spectators below were somewhat stunned.
They all felt that Han Lang was merely a coward who only knew how to escape, not daring to confront Zhao Wu directly.
"Damn it! Isn't this too boring?"
"Exactly! Can't you fight like a man, honorably?"
"If it goes on like this, I might as well go back to my dorm and sleep!"
"Han Lang is so shameless!"
The negative sentiments from below did not affect Han Lang on the stage.
He continued his plan, ignoring everything and frantically dodging Zhao Wu's attacks, which were like clinging maggots.
Suddenly,
Han Lang's eyes lit up.
"Found it!"
Through Han Lang's continuous probing, the phantom image of the Brahma Gold Bell that materialized around Zhao Wu finally revealed its relative weak point.
And at this moment, it was naturally time for Han Lang to switch from defense to offense.
He suddenly stood firm, raised his palms imbued with spiritual energy, and slammed them towards Zhao Wu's rushing spiritual energy.
With a loud boom,
The massive spiritual energy wave forced Zhao Wu to retreat rapidly.
As he looked at Han Lang, who had suddenly stopped fleeing and initiated an offensive, with confusion in his eyes, Han Lang's three golden needles whistled towards him.
"Hmph! I didn't expect it to be the same old trick!"
Zhao Wu scoffed.
The audience below scoffed even more.
"What is it! I thought he was going to fight honorably! I didn't expect it to be this move again!"
"Exactly! It made me excited for nothing. Han Lang's attack methods are too boring!"
"I don't want to watch anymore, let's go back!"
As these few spectators turned to leave, the three golden needles that had flown before Zhao Wu's eyes suddenly changed their trajectory.
As if possessing their own consciousness, they began to roam around Zhao Wu independently.
The crowd was slightly surprised by this scene.
"This... how is this possible? How can three golden needles controlled by one person launch three attacks without any pattern?"
"Could the technique Han Lang has cultivated allow for the flight of divine consciousness? Does such a technique exist in the cultivator world?"
"We haven't heard of it, but at this moment, we have witnessed it!"
Perhaps because his opponent was Han Lang, Zhao Wu felt a sense of imbalance upon hearing the surprised exclamations.
This emotion had never appeared in his previous battles.
But now, the more the audience discussed Han Lang, the more displeased he became.
"Hmph! So what even if it's like this? You still can't do anything about my Brahma Gold Bell?"
Just as Zhao Wu was about to repeat his previous tactic, he heard a faint "swish" sound. A tiny needle actually pierced through the Brahma Gold Bell's energy shield and began to surge deeper.
Following the first needle, the second and third also emerged.
Zhao Wu was greatly alarmed.
"How is this possible? How can a mere Golden Needle penetrate the defense of a supreme Brahma Gold Bell?"
However, despite his shock!
Seeing the golden needles penetrating deeper and deeper, Zhao Wu dared not make any further mistakes. With a thought, he withdrew the Brahma Gold Bell's energy shield.
This was not the outcome he desired, but a necessary action.
If the materialized Brahma Gold Bell was not removed in time, and the needles penetrated further, it might be like a tiny part getting stuck in a mechanical clock for such a delicate supreme spiritual artifact.
At that point, the clock stopping would be a minor issue; it could even cause greater and irreversible damage!
It was even possible that the Brahma Gold Bell would be scrapped!
Seeing the Brahma Gold Bell transform into a bell-sized object and return to Zhao Wu's hand, Han Lang would not let such an opportunity pass.
Immediately, the three golden needles swirled and attacked Zhao Wu from three different directions, using three different offensive methods.
Zhao Wu had no choice but to parry repeatedly.
But how fast were Han Lang's golden needles!
As soon as Zhao Wu blocked one golden needle, the second would follow closely.
Under this cycle, Zhao Wu, who was originally launching fierce attacks, was instantly reversed in offense and defense, becoming someone who could only defend exhaustedly!
The crowd below was dumbfounded.
Their eyes were wide open!
At this moment, they finally understood that all of Han Lang's previous predicament and passivity were actually part of his strategy.
Now that he had found an opportunity, his offensive was so overwhelming that Zhao Wu couldn't cope, even making him seem somewhat flustered!
Seeing this, Huang Yuhua below did not show any concern for Zhao Wu. Instead, his mood became somewhat relaxed.
For some reason, regarding these two people on the stage, his heart leaned more towards Han Lang.
Han Lang did not disappoint him!
The successive waves of attacks left Zhao Wu unable to resist, and he even seemed to be gradually losing strength.
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